Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 154 Gentle and Refined
"Enough!" The leading man snorted coldly, closed his eyes, and took several deep breaths to suppress his surging anger.

He felt a deep sadness and couldn't help but question the records in the few documents in his clan's archives once again.

Do werewolves truly have a glorious past? What secrets does the city of Viherar, which they have guarded for generations, hold? Was it all truly worth it...?

The werewolf tribe is no longer what it used to be. Fewer and fewer werewolves are reproduced through bloodlines, and most werewolves are humans infected with a curse, with a very low sense of identity.

If it weren't for the fact that these werewolves couldn't suppress their urge to transform and their bloodlust, they would never have stayed here.

Now, even Mara, the goddess of the hunt, has abandoned them, and the werewolf tribe has reached a point where it must either change or perish.

"The werewolf tribe has been guarding this place for many, many years, so long that everyone has forgotten their original purpose," the man said calmly. "Long enough. Now we must live for ourselves."

If Tyflins and Dragonborn can live openly in the sunlight, why can't werewolves?
The Ammunition are untrustworthy, but we need to use them to keep humanity in check; this is a golden opportunity.

"Take over Durag, rename it Wolf City, and this will be the place where the werewolves rise again."

"Revival, revival..." a werewolf shouted, and the others echoed him, their eyes flashing and their expressions varied.

“Very good.” The man pressed his hands down, waiting for everyone to quiet down before saying, “After this meal, everyone will proceed according to plan, split into ten groups, infiltrate Durag, and lie in wait.”

Remember, keep your subordinates under control, and never let them go out into the streets unnecessarily. They must obey orders; success or failure hinges on this.

"Yes, clan leader..." The responses were not entirely uniform, but they were nonetheless firm and resounding.

The man nodded with relief, finally feeling a little more at ease.

This was a high-stakes gamble, but he had no way out. The law of the jungle dictates that it's a fight to the death, and there's no such thing as stopping short of a fight.
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As dusk fell, the restaurant in Jacquelineburg remained brightly lit.

Today's meal was very plentiful, with a variety of meats. Judging from the presentation, the chef had indeed put a lot of effort into it.

“I know you have a big appetite, so this was all prepared for you.” Elise’s grandmother looked at Anser with a loving smile.

"Thank you, Grandma." Anser forced a smile, fidgeting and somewhat regretting coming to Jacqueline Castle for a meal.

His grandmother's enthusiasm was almost overwhelming for him; the implication was so obvious that even a fool could see it.

Elise ignored him and continued eating and drinking, finishing three glasses of wine in no time.

Anser had no choice but to eat as much as he wanted. Marrying into the family was out of the question, but he still had to eat.

Perhaps sensing the somewhat somber atmosphere, Grandma began recounting some events from Elise's childhood, which made Elise uneasy. She interrupted her grandmother several times, but she couldn't dampen her grandmother's enthusiasm for telling her story.

The awkward dinner quickly came to an end. Anser and Elise exchanged a glance and got up to leave at the same time.

After going upstairs, he wanted to call Elise over to have a frank talk, but she went straight back to her room, leaving him with a cryptic look.

'What does this mean?' He was a little confused.

After returning to his room, he immediately teleported to Hallewen and quietly appeared on the top floor of the Black Tower.

Walking to the wall, I waved my hand, and the black stone wall turned transparent, revealing the island below.

The village was already taking shape, with dozens of tents scattered along the riverbank and a small patch of cultivated land not far away, though it was unclear whether it had been planted yet.

A road has been built through the stone-paved plaza below the Black Tower. Other areas were severely damaged, but were simply cleared and leveled, so they do not affect walking.

"It changes every day," Anser exclaimed.

Holreven has only a little over a hundred men, but the kobolds number over three hundred. They work under the command of the treants every day with considerable efficiency. They only need to be fed, and they aren't picky eaters—they're practically perfect slaves. According to Blatt's plan, he wants to clear two hundred acres of land by the end of August. This is Ferenmu, which translates to 0.8 square kilometers.

It's quite difficult, since there's no large machinery. Fortunately, with the help of tree people and professionals, moving large rocks or trees isn't too strenuous.

The temperature here remains consistently between 20 and 30 degrees Celsius, the soil is fertile, there are no natural disasters, and sowing can be done at any time. If the reclamation and sowing can be completed smoothly, these 200 acres of land could conservatively produce over 100 tons of grain.

This process only takes three or four months, and there are about three harvests a year. He can get rich by reselling grain.

If we could have hybrid seeds and fertilizers to increase yields, it would be unimaginable.

'If I could recruit a group of druids to help me farm, that would be perfect...'

However, Druids seem to prefer planting trees.

'It's no wonder the Ammen are scrambling for territory, given how such a small island can generate such astonishing wealth.'

After sighing, he picked up a bottle of water and began to create blessed holy water.

After making several bottles, he felt quite bored and then teleported back to his room in Jacquelineburg.

As soon as he entered, he smelled a faint fragrance, like the scent of some kind of flower, or perhaps a natural body odor, which lingered in his nostrils for a long time.

Turning around, he saw a figure leaning against the sofa, facing him sideways. A black veil covered her body, and the warm light from the wall lamp revealed a stunning curve.

The high, firm curves made his body feel hot.

"Even though this is your castle, could you please knock before you come in?" he said, feigning normalcy.

“I knocked.” Elise said in a low voice, turning and walking towards Anser. Her movements were slow and gentle, like a cat’s.

With each step, her pert breasts trembled slightly, bouncing gently. The black veil fluttered, revealing glimpses of her fair body, making one's heart itch and giving one the urge to lift it up and take a look.

Wearing it, yet it seems like not wearing it at all.

Anser's breathing became heavier as he watched her lean closer and press against him.

A soft, bouncy sensation came from his chest, and an alluring fragrance filled his nostrils. Hot yet gentle breaths sprayed onto his neck, making his blood boil.

"Heh, I thought all you had in your head was magic." The magnetic voice was full of provocation.

Anser was slightly annoyed. He reached out and wrapped his arm around her waist, locking her in place and pressing his body against hers forcefully: "Do you know what you're doing?"

The other party has gone so far as to push their luck that if he doesn't respond, it would be a disservice to the boiling biological instincts within his dragon bloodline.

"Of course I..."

Before she could finish speaking, Anser picked her up and threw her onto the sofa, then ripped off her clothes and pounced on her.

The hot, soft touch sent a shiver through him, and his hands couldn't help but cling to it.

Elise gave a soft snort and instinctively tried to push him away, but her strength was barely there.

With a tearing sound, the last layer of resistance was ripped apart.

The fire tonight was more intense than a fireball, until it completely engulfed the two of them...

(End of this chapter)