Chapter 143: A New Home

  Beelzebub was ecstatic, fondling his neon, anhter!

  Although it was also a replica, its high level of craftsmanship still pced it in the high-tier category.

  It was another o behind by Blood-Handed Kahn.

  What fasated Matthew the most was how the now taller Beelzebub effortlessly wielded one Sughter in each hand, swinging them with remarkable skill.

  Matthew patiently ied Beelzebub’s attributes.

  Name: Beelzebub-Altai

  Css: Level 11 Warrior

  Talent: Frost Giant Bloodline LV1, +10 to maximum health, +2 to stitution, +2 tth.

  Feats:

  High-tier Feat - Mastery of Large ons: Mastery e ons allows freater destructive force, +3 to damage, +2 to checks.

  High-tier Feat - Dual-Wielding Two-Handed ons: Able to wield two-handed ons in each hand, profitly mastering dual-wielding.

  Mid-tier Feat - on trol.

  Mid-tier Feat - Power Burst.

  Mid-tier Feat - Mastery of Defense.

  Low-tier Feat - Battle-Hardened Veteran.

  Low-tier Feat - anding Operations.

  Iance:

  High-tier Iance - Endless Rage: Draws rage from battle and killing enemies, signifitly increasing damage and attack power, +10 to damage, immunity to mid-tier mind spells!

  Attributes:

  Strength: 28

  Agility: 12

  stitution: 20

  Intelligence: 10

  Perception: 12

  Charisma: 11

  Luck: +4 (Fortuar)

  Evaluation: Perhaps his greatest strength is his luck!

  "Beelzebub awakehe Frost Giant Bloodline?"

  "That’s a rare and valuable trait! Could other barbarians also possess such potential?"

  "Even if not, with Beelzebub as a seed, there’s no fear of not spreading and cultivating this..."

  "Two new high-tier Feats... if the mid-tier warriors of the territory could learheir strength would greatly increase again..."

  "Not bad, Beelzebub’s got quite a lot of good things—this deal is well worth it..."

  Stroking his , tless thoughts fshed through Matthew’s mind.

  A small smile crept onto his face as he looked at Beelzebub with newfound ideas.

  Beelzebub, who had progressed in all attributes, sehe deep, peing gaze of the Arist a a chill down his spine.

  Despite feeling unnerved, he forced himself to ig.

  He wasn’t stupid—he khe ges in him were thanks to the Arist’s intervention.

  "As long as it improves my strength, I wouldn’t mind being used as a test subject by the Arist..."

  Clearly, the grim tale of the trolls had already spread throughout Bay Territory.

  However, sihe test subjects were the hated trolls, everyone found it gratifying.

  Ign Beelzebub’s wild specutions, Matthew smacked his lips thoughtfully once everyone’s luck had returo normal:

  "It seems like they don’t pn to tinue making moves..."

  "Using Blood-Handed Kahn and these experiment subjects was rather iing..."

  "That’s fihe territory tis 'low-profile' development."

  "But now that they’ve made their move, ime we recruit people, we should advertise it well."

  "..."

  After everyone had busied themselves throughout the m and just finished breakfast, they were startled by the otion outside.

  Thud! Thud! Thud!

  The synized sound of marg immediately caught everyone’s attention.

  They saw a troop of several hundred soldiers, marg in formation.

  Their movements were perfectly in sync, even across uneven mud, maintaining impeccable order.

  Their imposing presence surpassed any army the onlookers had seen.

  "Whoa, are these Bay Territory’s soldiers?"

  "Haha, that’s right. Pretty impressive, huh?"

  "How did they mahat? It’s not just for show, is it?"

  "For show? If the thousands of trolls they killed aed heard that, they’d crawl out of their graves in rage..."

  "Thousands of trolls? Are those the ones we’re supposed to catch?"

  "Yep, the ones with a bounty of 50 gold each!"

  "..."

  The adventurers were abuzz with versation, their tones filled with shod curiosity.

  They couldn’t believe that su imposing army could be found in the remote eastern province of the heril Empire.

  Naturally, the new adventurers, who had harbored some sneaky thoughts, were now behaving obediently.

  Though the powerful and mysterious Arist was intimidating, he likely wouldn’t pay attention to small fry like them.

  But with Bay Territory’s soldiers being so formidable, they’d have no trouble keeping the adventurers in line.

  When it came to managing adventurers, Matthew had a wealth of experience.

  Behind the soldiers, a caravan of 200 wagons approached in perfect order.

  They carried a vast amount of supplies, including food, ons, medie, and clothing.

  The rgest portion of the supplies was building materials.

  The civilians who arrived with the voy demonstrated astonishing stru skills that shocked everyone.

  In just an hour, they had built a temporary warehouse to protect the supplies from the elements.

  All the goods delivered by the Thorn Mert Caravan were safely stored inside.

  At that moment, everyone uood.

  Adam Smith’s and to build the camp wasn’t solely for defense against the uping enemies.

  But seeing how much Bay Territory was willing to i in building a temporary camp with so many resources and manpower...

  Everyone was now utterly vinced of Bay Territory’s wealth.

  The newly named Murloc Camp saw Matthew leave behind 200 soldiers to defend it and 1,000 stru workers.

  This pce wasn’t just going to be a camp—it would bee a fortress for Bay Territory, standing tall in the Misty Marsh.

  The rest of the group set off toward Bay Territory.

  pared to just a day earlier, everyone now had greater hope aement for the future in Bay Territory.

  The territory’s military strength guaraheir lives would at least be secure.

  While everyone imagined Bay Territory to be a massive fortress filled with military camps and soldiers in training...

  They passed through a dense reed field and were greeted by vast, cultivated farmnds.

  square rice paddies irrigated by the Silvermoon River sparkled uhe dazzling sunlight, refleg a stunning gleam.

  Strong oxen worked the fields, turning the soil over.

  A recmation team of over 4,000 people was hard at work surrounding the fields.

  Ambitiously, they aimed to cultivate even more nd to cim as their own.

  Looking beyond the ft, picturesque fields, a grand city stood peacefully on the banks of the Silvermoon River.

  Gazing at the t gray city walls, everyone was overwhelmed with excitement.

  Here, they had found their new home!

  AnnouA big thank you to [Melbourillore]and [Marc Aregger]for joining my Patreon! Your support means a lot to me.

  FAL