Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 126 Who's being called a villain?
To maintain a healthy development model, it is necessary to clarify the roles of each party. A lord cannot raise his subjects in reverse, nor does he have the time or energy for it.

Perhaps Anser's explanation was too vague, because the crowd whispered among themselves and discussed it for a long time, but dared not ask any more questions.

"I'll give you half an hour to think it over. Once you've made up your mind, bring your luggage and come find me." Anser jumped off his horse, leaving Nornos to wait at the door, and entered the guild hall.

The halfling hurriedly followed and arranged for someone to make tea and serve snacks.

"How much?" Anser toyed with the Scepter of Protection, looking at the halfling with a smile.

"The previous deposit was enough. You've given everyone a way to survive, so how could I charge you more?" The half-man straightened up, stroked his mustache, and looked very serious.

“You’re quite loyal,” Anser said with a smile, without pointing out his true feelings.

He recruited civilians and free men. The Stonemasons' Guild was essentially an intermediary agency, and its fees were very low. Doing a favor wouldn't result in much loss.

Fortunately, he didn't have his purse with him, so not charging him would save him some money.

At this point, the refugees began to enter one after another.

Anser told them to wait aside, and after a short while, all sixty-two people came in.

Their expressions were uneasy. Their willingness to believe Anser stemmed partly from their recognition of the Duragar government and partly from their awe of the spellcaster.

Most mage lords have much higher moral standards than ordinary nobles!

"I'll borrow your place for a bit. Everyone else, please leave." Anser looked at the half-man with the mustache.

The halfling immediately understood that he and his staff were "unrelated people," so he had no choice but to leave with them, thoughtfully closing the door behind him.

Anser raised his scepter and pointed it at the crowd: "Everyone, pick up your things and don't resist my magic. I will take you away from here."

The crowd did as instructed, their expressions filled with apprehension.

Once they were ready, Anser activated the Scepter of Sanctuary, imprinting the Paradise Mark on everyone, and then initiated the teleportation.

A flash of light and shadow, and everyone disappeared from their original spot.

Six-Fingered Rudin felt a blur before his eyes, his body slumped into dizziness, he could neither see nor hear, and he felt nauseous. But compared to his physical sensations, he was terrified, his heart feeling as if it were about to jump out of his chest.

'Am I going to die? Could he be one of those dark sorcerers who experiment on living people?'

He didn't know how much time had passed when the light suddenly became intense, and his five senses returned. He staggered a few steps and collapsed onto the soft soil. Before him lay lush green grass and fresh air, but unfortunately, the sounds of vomiting around him ruined this natural beauty.

He looked up and a massive black tower came into view, majestic and solemn. He was so frightened that he took a few steps back. There was a crack under his foot. Looking down, he saw a skeleton. His expression froze on his face.

"black……"

Anser held his breath and took a few steps back. He didn't expect that ordinary people couldn't even withstand this dizziness. Fortunately, he teleported people to the outer edge of the square, otherwise the square, which had just been repaired, would have been ruined again.

A minute later, seeing that everyone had recovered, he stepped forward.

“Rudin—” he shouted, pointing at the middle-aged man.

"Ah, Master!" Rudin was startled and knelt down with a thud, his whole body trembling.

"Uh, no need to kneel." Anser said, somewhat puzzled.

There are no birdsong here, but there is the fragrance of flowers. The natural scenery is beautiful. Shouldn't we be pleasantly surprised?
"From now on, you will be the village chief, responsible for selecting a site to build the village. It is neither too hot nor too cold here, there are no natural disasters, and there are no wild beasts or enemies. You can plant seeds at any time."

"See those treants and kobolds over there? They'll help you clear the land, so don't rush. Settle down first," Anser instructed.

Rudin gradually calmed down after hearing Anser's words, slowly got up, and saw the tree people and kobolds not far away, which made him shudder again.

“We…don’t have any suitable tools, and we don’t have much with us…” He took a few deep breaths and tried to offer some suggestions.

Anser had anticipated this and reassured you, "The person in charge isn't here right now, but he'll come find you when he gets here. If you need anything in the future, you can go to the Black Tower to find him, and he'll help you purchase it. Land clearing tools are free, but food and similar items will be charged at market price, and you can pay on credit..."

He planned to have Blatt open a general store on the first floor of the Black Tower, selling goods that couldn't be produced inside, such as tools, food, and medicine, as long as it didn't lose money.

Once there were enough people, the shops were moved outside the Black Tower. The Black Tower was his exclusive territory, and non-core personnel were not allowed to enter or leave freely.

"Mmm..." Rudin was in a state of confusion and could only nod.

"You guys get acquainted, I have other things to do." Anser waved his hand, his figure disappeared, and he was teleported back to the Stonemasons' Guild.

He preferred leveling up by fighting monsters to clearing land and farming; he'd leave the logistics to Blatt. At the Stonemasons' Guild, Anser opened the door, gesturing for the mustachioed half-man to enter.

The halfling's feet had barely touched the floor when he froze, staring in disbelief at the empty hall.

Anser's expression remained unchanged. With his current strength, even if ordinary people knew he had something good, they wouldn't dare to provoke him.

Moreover, to most people, spellcasters are mysterious and they don't understand what teleportation means.

"I'm leaving. Recruitment continues. You'll get your money back." Anser patted the halfling's shoulder.

The halfling forced a smile but didn't reply. He couldn't help them recruit more people until he was sure they were safe.

"Anser?"

A joyful shout reached Anser's ears, and he felt a chill run down his spine as he inexplicably recalled the scene when he met Matthew.

At this moment, just like at that time, even the location hasn't changed.

He turned around abruptly and saw a group of people gathered at the door looking at him. They were travel-worn, of mixed races, and looked somewhat disheveled, yet their eyes were full of surprise.

"Anser, I knew it was you!" The weathered voice was full of weariness, yet also carried a sense of relief.

"Sarian, Kaleno..." Anser exclaimed, walking quickly over, his heart filled with mixed joy and surprise. He never expected to meet Salian and the others here.

A small figure pulled off her cloak, ran a few steps, and rushed towards him: "Brother Anser—"

Anser picked up little Clara and felt heartbroken when he saw the scratches and tear stains on her face.

"I thought I would never see you again, sob sob..." Little Clara hugged his neck tightly, her little nose twitching, her blue and purple eyes filled with tears.

"It's alright, it's alright..." Anser comforted her softly.

Salian led his men into the hall, filling the already small guild to capacity with more than forty people.

The man with the mustache realized he had become an "unrelated person" again, so he could only silently leave with a few staff members, while praying in his heart that the scene of a long-awaited reunion followed by a brutal killing would not happen again.

Anser glanced around and saw familiar faces like Dara, Kafka, and Colin. Some were injured, but no one had been killed.

He heard even breathing beside him and turned his head to look. Little Clara had actually fallen asleep on his shoulder.

“Sigh…” Salian sighed, a hint of guilt in his eyes, “It was all my insistence on coming here that caused them so much suffering.”

“This is everyone’s decision,” Carreno emphasized, his voice hoarse.

His handsome face was somewhat ashen, his messy hair was disheveled, and his former dashing demeanor was nowhere to be seen.

"Why didn't you go to Belgost?" Anser asked, puzzled.

Salian gave a bitter smile and explained, "I was originally going, but I discovered that Am was amassing troops along the way..."

That night, after they landed, they did not go into the city, but instead traveled through the night straight to Belgost.

Due to the large number of people and professionals, and with First Officer Colin's owl Goose scouting the situation, they did not encounter any danger along the way.

As they approached Belgoth, they noticed that Amn was amassing troops and that entry into the city was strictly controlled, so they did not enter. After discussing their options, they decided to cross the edge of the Razortooth Forest and head straight for Drag.

This was a last resort, because the Quesser fought mostly against the Amm, and Salian, as the captain, was hated by countless Amm. If this was exposed, none of them would survive.

Durag, known as the city of adventurers, became their only choice.

Fortunately, there were many refugees, and they traveled with a caravan. Although they suffered a lot, they did not encounter any life-or-death crises.

After entering the city, they intended to settle down first, but then they overheard people talking about what had happened that day. Salian thought that the people were Anser and Nornos, so he led his men along the main street and spotted Nornos immediately.

"How come you're so much faster than us?" Salian was equally surprised.

“I flew here,” Anser chuckled. “Now you have two choices: find a hotel to stay in, or go to my territory for the time being.”

"Ah, you even have territory?" Careno exclaimed in surprise.

"Of course, please call me Lord Holreven."

(End of this chapter)