Chapter 154: Gentle As Water
“Enough!” The leading man snorted coldly, closed his eyes, and took several deep breaths to suppress his surging anger.
He felt desolate in his heart and couldn’t help but question the records in those few documents from the clan once again.
Did werewolves really have a glorious past? What secrets was Vehral City, which they had guarded for generations, hiding? Was all this really worth it…
The werewolf tribe was no longer what it used to be. Werewolves born through bloodline propagation were becoming fewer and fewer, and most werewolves were humans infected with the curse, with very low sense of identity.
If it weren’t for the fact that this portion of werewolves could hardly suppress their urge to transform and their bloodthirsty desires, they would never stay here.
And now, even the god of hunting, Mara, had abandoned them. The werewolf tribe had reached a point where not changing meant death.
“The werewolf tribe has guarded here for many, many years, so long that everyone has forgotten the original intention.” The man said flatly, “That’s long enough. Now we must live for ourselves.
Tieflings and dragonborn can live openly in the sunlight, why can’t werewolves!
Amn people are not trustworthy, but we need to use them to hold back humans. This is a perfect opportunity.
Take Dulag, rename it Wolf City. This will be the land of revival for werewolves.”
“Revival, revival…” A werewolf shouted loudly, and others echoed one after another, their eyes flickering with varied expressions.
“Very good.” The man pressed his hands down, and only after everyone quieted down did he say, “After finishing this meal, everyone act according to plan, divide into ten groups, mix into Dulag, and lurk in secret.
Remember, keep your subordinates in check, don’t go out on the streets easily, obey orders, success or failure hangs on this one move.”
“Yes, chieftain…” The responses were not very uniform, but they were still resounding and forceful.
The man nodded with relief, finally feeling a bit more assured in his heart.
This was a desperate gamble, but he had no way out. Jungle law was kill or be killed, with no such thing as pulling punches.
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As dusk fell, the dining room of Jacqueline Castle was brightly lit.
Today’s dishes were very sumptuous, mainly various meats. From the looks of it, the chef had indeed put in a lot of effort.
“I know you have a big appetite. These are all prepared for you.” Illyas’s grandmother smiled warmly, looking at Anse with affection.
“Thank you, grandmother.” Anse squeezed out a smile, feeling restless and a bit regretting coming to Jacqueline Castle for the meal.
Grandmother’s enthusiasm was a bit hard for him to handle. The implications were too obvious; even a fool could see it.
Illyas beside him ignored him, eating and drinking on her own. In no time, she had three glasses of wine.
Anse had no choice but to let loose and eat. Marrying in was impossible, but the food should still be eaten.
Perhaps sensing the somewhat dull atmosphere, grandmother began telling stories about Illyas when she was little, making Illyas unable to stay calm. She interrupted grandmother several times, but failed to curb grandmother’s enthusiasm for sharing.
The dinner with its strange atmosphere soon ended. Anse and Illyas exchanged a glance and got up to leave in unison.
After going upstairs, he still wanted to call out to Illyas for a frank talk, but she went straight back to her room, leaving him with an enigmatic look.
‘What does this mean?’ He was a bit confused.
Back in his room, he immediately teleported to Hollewen, quietly appearing on the top floor of the Black Tower.
He walked to the wall, waved his hand, and the black stone wall turned transparent. The island below came into view.
That village already had a basic shape, with dozens of tents scattered along the riverbank. Not far away, there was a small patch of reclaimed farmland, though it was unknown if seeds had been sown.
The stone plaza below the Black Tower had also been repaired into a road. Other areas were severely damaged, merely cleared and leveled, but still passable.
‘It changes every day.’ Anse sighed.
Hollewen had only over a hundred people, but there were more than three hundred kobolds. They worked every day under the treant’s command, with good efficiency. They just needed to be fed, weren’t picky eaters, and were simply perfect slaves.
According to Brat’s plan, he wanted to reclaim two hundred mu of land before the end of August. This was Faerun mu, which converted to 0.8 square kilometers.
It was quite challenging, since there were no large machines. Fortunately, there were treants and professionals to help, so at least transporting large rocks or trees wouldn’t be too laborious.
The temperature here was always maintained between twenty and thirty degrees, the soil was fertile, there were no calamities, and planting could be done anytime. If the reclamation and sowing could be completed smoothly, these two hundred mu could conservatively yield over a hundred tons of grain.
This process would only take three or four months, with about three crops a year. He could get rich just by reselling grain.
If he could have hybrid superior seeds and fertilizer to boost the yield, it was simply unimaginable.
‘If I could recruit a group of druids to help me farm, that would be even better…’
However, druids seemed to prefer planting trees.
‘A small island can produce such astonishing wealth. No wonder Amn people grab territory everywhere.’
After sighing, he picked up a bottle of water and began producing holy water.
After making several bottles in a row, he felt quite bored and then teleported back to his room in Jacqueline Castle.
As soon as he entered, he smelled a faint fragrance, like some kind of floral scent or body fragrance, lingering in his nostrils.
Turning around, a figure was leaning sideways on the sofa, draped in a piece of black gauze. The warm light from the wall lamp spilled down, revealing an astonishing curve.
That proud arc made his body heat up involuntarily.
“Although this is your castle, can you knock before coming in?” He pretended to be normal.
“I knocked.” Illyas’s voice was low and husky. She turned and walked toward Anse, her movements slow and her steps light, like a cat.
With each step, the fullness at her chest trembled slightly, bouncing gently. The black gauze fluttered, her fair body faintly visible, making one’s heart itch with the urge to lift it and see.
It was as if she was wearing it, yet not wearing it.
Anse’s breathing grew heavier as he watched her approach and press against him.
The soft, bouncy sensation came from his chest. The enchanting fragrance drilled straight into his nostrils, and waves of hot, moist breath sprayed on his neck, making his blood race.
“Heh, I thought your mind was only filled with spells.” Her magnetic voice was full of teasing.
Anse felt slightly annoyed. He reached out to wrap his arm around her waist, locking her in and pressing their bodies together forcefully: “Do you know what you’re doing?”
With her pushing boundaries to this extent, if he didn’t respond, it would be a disservice to the boiling primal instincts of his dragon bloodline.
“Of course I…”
Before she could finish, Anse scooped her up horizontally, threw her onto the sofa, then tore off her clothes and pounced on top.
The scalding soft touch made his whole body tremble, and his hands couldn’t help but climb onto it.
Illyas let out a soft hum, instinctively trying to push him away, but with little force.
With a rip, the last barrier was torn apart.
Tonight’s fire burned hotter than a fireball, until it completely engulfed the two…
