Chapter 227: The Dagger Revealed
After receiving firmation from Matthew, aed Ralph grabbed a few pieces of soft bread and quickly left the dining hall, heading straight for the produ factory.
After months of exploration, Ralph had fully grasped the core of the lord's territorial development strategy!
And that was to make mold!
With enough gold, they could purchase vast supplies, recruit talent, and attract migrants.
Then, by using systems that be everyohey could motivate people to work harder, solidating bor for key stru projects.
stantly expanding farmnd!
tinuously growing workers!
Arengthening army!
As long as they tinued along this path, Bay Territory's development wouldn't slow down.
Seeing Ralph leave in such high spirits, Matthew thought for a moment but decided not to reveal the full truth to him.
The core produ of dete rods and light arrows was not done by him or his boratolem, Mountain.
The reason was simple.
Matthew didn’t have enough time or mana to dedicate to produg dete rods and light arrows.
After finishing his meal, cheg Leanna's assigs, gathering information from Fruit and the Tree of Wisdom, and reviewing Yaya’s growth progress,
Matthew returo his secret chamber.
sciousransfer.
Matthew returo the Murloc camp.
He went to the ruirance, checked the underground fortress, and after firming everything was in order, left everything in Beelzebub and Field's hands.
, Matthew returo his quarters, and together with an eager Yaya, tore opeeleportation scroll.
There was n pressure or empty falliion; the teleportation was smooth this time.
"As expected from a teleportation array reinforced by the Mage Tower."
Thinking this, Matthew became more determio build his Mage Tower quickly.
What greeted him was a curious face.
Fair, delicate skin that resembled that of a real person, long and slender limbs, and a strikingly curvy figure.
At first ghis appeared to be a stunniy.
But the faint red glow in her eyes revealed her true identity—Tower Spirit 343.
"Lord Matthew, wele back."
With elegant grace, 343 gestured for Matthew to follow, her eyes briefly flickering red as they g Yaya perched on his shoulder.
Leading the way, 343 guided Matthew through the Mage Tower’s interior.
Uhe first floor, which was vast ay, this level was more like a w area with various buildings standing tall.
Semi-open houses were scattered along both sides of the street, their rooftops aeriors adorned with vish decorations.
Through the open doors, wooden furniture and marble floors could be seen, illuminated by vibrant, fshing lights.
The sky and surrounding ndscape, which should have been hidden, were repced with a beautiful, illusionary enviro, creating an outdoor-like atmosphere.
Beautiful!
Exquisite!
In addition to the stunning decor, steel golems stood at the entrances, while ing automata moved around, showg the lord’s magical prowess.
From time to time, flying carpets glided through the air, with curious faces peeking down.
Everywhere, the streets and buildings shimmered with magical light, symbolizing the special funs of various spells and artifacts.
This area, infused with magical advas, was entirely different from the medieval style of Blood Moon City.
Although Matthew had seen more dazzling sights in his "memory," he was still impressed by the reality before him.
Leading the way, 343 expihe funs of the surrounding areas.
"This is the living area. If you want any food, Matthew, just let me know."
"I know 1,365 cookihods, including 879 kinds of Eastern cuisine."
Matthew believed her, though most automated meals often had a somewhat rigid texture, the fvors were still det.
Moreover, Tower Spirits like 343 had strong learning and adaptation abilities.
"This is the teag area, a door is the student boratory. Sihey’re ooday, they’re likely doing experiments on their own."
Magic apprentices!
A term Matthew was quite familiar with.
He too had gohrough that phase, though much of his time had bee w about the funds and materials needed for learning spells and dug experiments.
"Not far from here is the agricultural zone, where food be rapidly produced through magic."
"It not only sustains the Mage Tower but also supplies half the city’s needs."
Indeed!
This was the importance of a Mage Tower. In critical times, it could use various spells to produce rge amounts of food, ensuring the tower and city were supplied.
However, this required a signifit amount of resources and energy, so it was rarely activated outside of emergencies or war.
"Here’s the produ zone, fully trolled by human-like soul spirits."
"As long as there’s enough energy and materials, 500 magical core pos be produced daily."
343 stopped here, allowing Matthew to proceed.
Two-finger-wide peachwood cores were beiiculously carved by a magical hand wielding a chisel.
Intricate magical runes were being clearly and fwlessly etched onto the wood.
The finished peachwood cores were sent to the area by veyor belt.
Transparent magical hands, glowing with spell light, picked up just ohird of the usual spell materials, applying entments.
First-tier spell—Dete!
First-tier spell—Pierce (Modified)!
Entment plete!
The luminous magical cores were sent to the final stage.
An invisible magical hand dipped them into a pale silver liquid for two seds.
After being removed, the cores absorbed the liquid in about 20 minutes, pleting the process.
This pale silver liquid was a mithril powder solution used for solidifying spells.
It was required for all magical solidification!
And thus, a 2-gold-piece magical core was made.
Ihe magical cores for the miion rods were produced here!
On the neighb produ line, light arrowheads were being manufactured, and due to their simpler process, each cost only 50 silver.
Gng at the mithril solution, Matthew smiled and nodded, saying:
"Please proceed with full produ. Bay Territory will need a signifit number of these magical cores."
A flicker of joy passed through 343’s eyes as she picked up a magical core, curiously asking:
"Acc to the information I’ve just gathered, the bined price of these two beginner magical tools doesn’t exceed 4 gold s."
"Matthew, where’s your profit in this?"
Matthew wasn’t surprised by 343’s information gathering.
As he eagerly recorded the details of the produ line, he smiled calmly and replied:
"In fact, I’m not making a single copper !"
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