Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 105 The True Dragon Arrives
Anser suddenly turned around, and behind him floated a magic book, on which sat a black cat phantom, tilting its head and looking at him.

"Who are you?" he asked in surprise.

The black cat darted into the magic book and disappeared without a trace.

“Uh…” Anser looked at the magic book floating in front of him, but didn’t dare to touch it.

The dice spun rapidly, and it took a long time to detect any information:
The Book of Castella has only one name.

'Could it be a relic from the previous owner?'

The astrological ritual array is not only a control center, but also a meditation room, so it's perfectly normal for the previous owner to leave some things here.

Thinking of this, he dared not move any further, immediately activated the Scepter of Protection, and returned to the second basement level.

'Could it be that the black cat that controlled the Shield Guards to go out and investigate? Something like a spirit or soul?' he wondered.

“Where did you go just now?” Blatt asked.

“Underground.” Anser didn’t say more.

The surveillance should not be known to others; it brings no benefit and will only arouse suspicion.

The group continued exploring the second underground level and discovered that it was a prison. Most of the cells were empty, and in a few cells, only skeletons remained, some of them humanoid and some of them monsters.

Blatt was somewhat disappointed; a half-constructed shield guard and six animated brooms seemed unworthy of such a mysterious mage tower.

“It’s already very good.” This is the place that Anser has his eye on.

"Hmm, do you have some new plans?" Blatt asked tentatively.

“With disasters happening frequently and the situation in chaos, I’m going to establish an organization…” Anser slowly revealed his idea.

This organization must be centered around him, helping him grow and improve, providing various forms of support such as intelligence, funding, and logistics, and capable of handling combat missions of a certain scale.

His primary goal is to become a legend; money, power, and pleasure are also essential, but they all come second.

Blatt and the others exchanged glances, their eyes gleaming with excitement.

In Faerûn, the strong are respected, and following the strong is everyone's instinct. Even a blind man can see Anser's potential.

Blatt and Finn had worried more than once that they had become the team's weak link, offering limited help to Anser, yet they didn't know what to do next.

“I think the development model of territorial nobles is very suitable: the people are loyal to you, you provide protection, they pay taxes, farm, fish, hunt, and do business…” Blatt had never felt his mind so clear.

Other organizational models each have their own drawbacks.

The Harpists' Alliance is united by shared ideals and receives almost no salary.

The Shadow Thieves Guild is a tightly organized group, maintained by money. It requires a lot of effort and money to establish itself in the early stages.

Commercial teams and guilds are too loosely organized. Warbands are good, but everyone has to be paid a salary. Are they supposed to be mercenaries when they have free time?
Comparatively speaking, the aristocratic model is more suitable.

With this peaceful haven far from war, recruiting people couldn't be easier; even professionals crave a stable place to live.

With proper ecological improvements, the park could support several thousand people through farming and fishing alone.

With logistics support, management and combat personnel can be supported, and the organization can gradually grow stronger. Then, by finding a few reliable managers, Anser won't have to worry about anything.

Firstly, he genuinely lacks business management skills, and secondly, he doesn't want to waste his energy on these trivial matters.

He is a spellcaster with extraordinary power, so there is no need to worry too much about someone trying to seize power.

The group discussed the matter animatedly, generating more and more ideas.

“Why don’t we rename this place Holreven? Let’s improve the ecology first, and then once we’re in a safe place, we can establish bases in various locations and maintain communication with the outside world,” Blatt suggested.

Hollevin is Anser's surname, which is more appropriate than Space Park.

“No problem.” Anser patted Blatt on the shoulder, his expression solemn. “Since you are willing to follow me, I appoint you as the first governor of Holreven, with full authority to handle the affairs of the territory. Giant Tail and Finn will continue to follow me.”

"I'll do my best." Blatt straightened up, a smile on his face.

Refusing would be foolish; compared to his original position as the head of the security team at Lingang Hospital, this is practically a meteoric rise.

Having someone in charge of a mysterious alternate dimension is exciting just thinking about it.

"No rush, let's go back and eat first, then move."

"Let's go, let's go, we can't wait any longer." Before leaving, Anser threw the six activated brooms separately to the first and fourth floors, letting them clean first. The first floor was the storefront, and the fourth floor was the accommodation, both of which were very important.

Back at the villa, the food on the dining table had gone cold.

However, the group didn't mind. After a quick meal, they took all their belongings and re-entered the Space Paradise, or Holreiwen.

Nornos and the little raptor with the ahoge also came in.

Anser can summon Nornos whenever needed, even if the Holy Symbol is lost.

As for the ahoge (cowlick), it is obedient, but without any spiritual connection, it is not very useful.

The group went up to the fourth floor and prepared to clean it up first. Each person would have their own room, which they could not stay in for the time being, but could be used to store personal belongings or supplies.

Anser also chose a room; he had quite a few magical items on him, and carrying them around was indeed inconvenient.

While the others cleaned the room, he focused on exploring the mysteries of the Black Tower.

In addition to surveillance, the Mage Tower's water supply and drainage system and access control functions are also effective.

The black tower has multiple water storage chambers in its interlayer, which can automatically absorb groundwater and rainwater, purify it, and then press it into the pipeline to supply the entire tower.

Access control relies entirely on the park's unique identifier; without it, you can't enter many areas.

The Black Tower appears to have no windows, and in fact it doesn't. However, as long as you have the Paradise Mark, you can make part of the wall transparent on one side, overlooking the entire island.

Apart from that, almost all other functions of the Black Tower were rendered useless; it had no alarms, no magical protection, and no offensive capabilities.

"I've got an island for free, I can't ask for more." Anser was very content.

Time in this alternate dimension is the same as in the outside world, but there is no sun, moon, or stars. The night sky is darker, but you can still see things.

As night deepened, Anser returned to the villa with Giant Tail and Finn; he wanted to meditate.

He was worried that he might not be able to stay in the Black Tower for the time being, fearing that one day he wouldn't be able to get out.

Furthermore, one cannot know the situation outside while in another dimension. What if one comes out tomorrow morning to find enemies all around? Wouldn't that be disastrous?
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At midnight, small figures appeared in the north of Bluewater City, accompanied by the incessant, faint barking of dogs.

They gradually gathered around Bluewater City and Antak City, neither too close nor too far. Although they didn't have much of a formation, their numbers were sufficient.

The soldiers guarding the city had never seen anything like it before. Many of them were terrified when they saw pairs of bright eyes shining in the night.

The fishmen from Claw Bay also climbed onto the dock, and there were quite a few of them.

Piercing alarms blared throughout the city walls, waking the sleeping people. Lights flickered on, and squads of soldiers climbed the walls, instantly bringing the city to a clamor.

At one moment, a dragon's roar pierced the night.

Upon hearing this, the kobolds and murlocs sprang into action, carrying makeshift siege weapons and charging towards the city walls.

After a brief period of panic, the human side immediately launched a counterattack. Taking advantage of the city walls and their weaponry, they were highly effective at killing enemies, and not a single enemy was able to successfully climb the city walls.

Bluewater City now has at least tens of thousands of people, gathering one-third of the elite forces of the Claw City-State. It lacks nothing, so it is indeed not difficult for it to fight against these "weak" alien races.

Tim's small estate, the drawing room was brightly lit.

Anser, Giant Tail, Tim, and Sandray sat on the sofa, drinking tea to refresh themselves.

“An attack of this strength is no match for us. It’s probably just a test. You should go back and rest.” Tim said calmly.

“Don’t let your guard down. Those dragonborn, wyverns, and half-dragons might be lurking in the shadows, waiting for their chance,” Anser warned.

He rested for half the night and was in pretty good condition.

"Don't worry, we've never let our guard down." Tim gulped down a mouthful of tea, a bitter taste in his mouth.

He'd already lost Cliff Fortress, how could he possibly underestimate the enemy? Besides, Bluewater City's walls were far inferior to Cliff Fortress's, so its defensive advantage wasn't that significant.

Just then, a dragon's roar echoed once again over Bluewater City.

This time was different from before; the voice was powerful and resonant, and many people felt a sense of panic for no apparent reason.

"A true dragon!" Anser's expression changed.

(End of this chapter)