MC's career as foreign lord

“Anna, come quickly and tell me if this dress looks good?! ” The enormous dragon eyes opened and closed, clearly wanting to sleep, but the girl in front of her forcefully pulled her up.

Anna looked dejected. “My dear Lady Shia! The moon in the sky has already run off to the east. Are we even going to sleep tonight?”

Her dragon eyes were full of stars. As a poor dragon who went to bed early and woke up early every day, when had she ever suffered such grievances?

In this vault that had been painstakingly built, she was lying on her treasure, wearily opening her eyes, watching the elven girl in front of her change clothes one after another.

“Alright, Your Highness, you’re so beautiful that you look good in anything. I beg you, let me sleep for a while, okay?” she said.

Only then did Shia let her go, gently picking up her magic wand, preserving the form of each dress she had worn.

“Tomorrow is an important day, shouldn’t you prepare properly?” she said.

“I’ve already prepared these things!” The seemingly careless dragon actually had her own little thoughts. “We’re giving a precious treasure of the Dragon Clan!”

“Alright, just don’t forget to wake up tomorrow, you can go to sleep now!” Shia said, confidently putting on the dress and looking at herself in the mirror a couple of times before slowly leaving.

In the room next door, the half-dragon, half-elf was sleeping soundly. On the small bed beside her, a teddy bear seemed to be pondering the meaning of life powerlessly.

Far away in the mushroom forest, those creatures with mushroom heads had not gone far either. This ancient race was completely felling a very large mushroom tree.

Xun Shi stood beside them and said, “Tomorrow is the day Lord will take office. If we don’t get this done properly for them, we won’t have the face to continue staying in this territory!”

The mushroom people didn’t speak, merely communicating silently, but the speed of their work clearly increased by a few notches.

The sky in the distance was turning pale with the dawn. The elves sleeping inside the city walls also opened their eyes. Their leader was a high-ranking elven general, and one of the lucky few who could stay in the territory and earn the highest elven salary.

Even though he was only a high-level professional, he possessed strong command abilities and could lead most of the elves in completing their work.

He was also the first to wake up among these elves. The moment he woke up, he didn't dawdle. He very quickly opened the door in front of him and then woke up all the elves.

They were different from those ordinary elves who had their names written in the territory. They came from the Elven Empire and were now just some dispatched laborers, their greatest purpose being to exchange their labor for money.

Of course, this job wasn’t so easy to obtain. It could even be said that they had spent a lot of effort in the Jinling expeditionary army to obtain it, thus gaining the right to purchase goods from the Elven Kingdom and all kinds of special magic fruits.

Because of this, the elves had called him over before they left yesterday, giving him earnest instructions.

As the last batch of forces left behind by the elves here, they naturally had to assist the Elven Princess in making this place more in line with the interests of their Elven race.

However, many elves treated these words of the race as a passing breeze. After all, how could the interests of the race be more important than their own? It was an advantage for the Princess to gain rights, but they still had to live in this territory, so how could they hate the Lord?

Therefore, waking up this time was more of a voluntary act. They also needed to prepare a small gift for this Lord.

Many things are actually common sense. The Lord might not remember the people who gave him gifts, but he would definitely remember the people who didn’t give him gifts during this celebration.

They cautiously filed out from the city walls of the territory, and then each found their position and stood still. Their Lord would wake up at the moment the sun rose, and would open the door and come out when the sun shone on the earth. This was the pattern that all the citizens had summarized.

Everyone felt that they were ready. They would offer praise for this grand celebration, but Zhou Ren was the only one who didn't know anything at all.

He had borrowed many books from the political library, understanding the power structure of this world, understanding most of the customs and cultures, and also understanding many of the races and gods involved.

However, he had not understood the special rules between certain races. For example, the moment a territory was established, it was actually counted from the day it was left by other powerful races.

As long as those elven legends were still in this territory, the ownership of this territory belonged to those long-eared people, and not to Zhou Ren, who still held great power.

But now that the elves had left, the master of the territory had regained power, and everyone needed to offer their loyalty for this matter.

“Hmm! Another wonderful sleep!” Looking at the sun in the east, Zhou Ren couldn’t help but stretch. Today was the first day of territory construction, and he, as the Lord, couldn’t be lazy.

“Mosa? Mosa?” He called out in confusion, finding that the lich who was always by his bed every morning was not there today.

But he wasn’t too worried. Through the soul connection, he could clearly see the other party’s state. He figured there must have been some urgent matter this morning that he had rushed off to deal with?

He made his own breakfast every day, so there was no such thing as having food brought to his mouth. The elves had considered finding him two maids, but he thought about it and refused.

Everything could be automated, wouldn’t finding maids just be adding trouble for himself? He could even change clothes with just one click, and today he was wearing a very formal robe.

After all, it was the first day of territory construction, and if he didn’t dress formally, he would be looked down upon, which wouldn’t be good.

Zhou Ren took out today’s food from the box in the kitchen. Some things were still good, such as the canned and bottled milk being neatly arranged in rows in the box. He could make a month’s worth at a time, and then just take it out every day.

And the eggs and bread for breakfast were naturally ready as well. He also had the mind to arrange a flower and make a bowl of mushroom soup, which could be put aside to drink before going to bed at night.

“Ah, still a very ordinary day, without any disturbances!” Zhou Ren sighed. He had been spending his mornings like this for the past few days, and then he would find what he needed to do today in his notebook and implement it.

No matter how you looked at it, his days were fulfilling and comfortable. Compared to talking with those races, he preferred to stay by the smelting furnace alone, casting some tools and materials that they could use.

But as a lord, he certainly wouldn't be capricious. He slowly opened the door, and the dark mass outside surprised him. "Huh? Why is it so dark?"

The day has clearly dawned, so why is it still so dark at the door?

At that moment, the sounds of human and elven musicians suddenly erupted, momentarily overwhelming his ears. Then, the curtain at the door was pulled back, and a large number of flower petals were scattered into the front yard.

"Lord!" The simple path in front of him was already covered with all kinds of flower petals and plants. On both sides of the path, rows of simple wooden tables and chairs were set up, laden with fruits and food.

Mossa slowly approached from afar. "Master, today is the territory's celebration day!"

"Huh?" Zhou Ren didn't react. "Did you orchestrate all of this?"

Mossa shook his head. Seeing Zhou Ren's puzzled gaze, he naturally had some understanding. "Have you never heard of the territory construction day celebration?"

Zhou Ren shook his head and said, "This is truly the first time I've heard of it. Why don't we talk about it on the way?"

"The territory celebration day refers to the first day of the territory's construction, a holiday where only the lord and his subjects remain in the territory!" Mossa said.

"On this day, even the most stingy lord will bring out food and flowers to share with his people, and then accept the loyalty of his subordinates!"

"I think I understand a bit. This kind of territory celebration is similar to National Day, right?" Zhou Ren said. No wonder he saw so many happy faces and smiling expressions. He also saw countless exquisite foods and fruits piled on the tables.

"You can understand it that way!" Mossa nodded!

"Then what are we waiting for? Let the music play and the dancing begin!" Zhou Ren had always been someone who enjoyed joining in the fun, and this time the excitement was spontaneously organized by the people of his territory, so of course he wouldn't spoil their mood.

The young lord smiled as he scanned the humans and elves around him, reaching out to greet them one by one, joining them in jumping and cheering. Accompanied by flowers and smiles, he quickly reached the end of the path.

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At the end was a raised platform made of thunder earth. On the platform was a chair that seemed to have been placed there for a long time, and below the chair were rows of very solemn soldiers.

Zhou Ren recognized their identities. They were the territory's patrol guards, the only official soldiers he had appointed.

Werner stood upright and solemnly in front, wearing gleaming armor and carrying the longsword Zhou Ren had given him at his waist. Standing at the very front, he said loudly.

"Lord, the Pine Leaf Town guards pledge their loyalty to you!"

His words seemed to open a floodgate, and the soldiers behind him immediately stepped forward, lining up in front of him and shouting, "We pledge our loyalty to you!"

This was not the end, but merely the beginning of something. Mossa accompanied Zhou Ren, greeting the people around him and stepping onto the high platform step by step.

This platform was indeed very high. He walked a full 20 steps to reach the top, and then slowly sat down on the chair that looked ordinary but was adorned with flower petals and dragon纹.

"Wuhu!" Someone shouted, and the atmosphere suddenly became lively. Countless flower petals showered them, and countless people came running from afar.

Zhou Ren finally understood the source of the flower petals that were constantly floating around. On the city walls in the distance, teams of elven archers were using their bows to shoot bags of flower petals into this area.

He couldn't help but feel amused. These people's creativity was indeed quite interesting. He also wanted to see what kind of tricks they would come up with next.

"Mossa, will everyone come?" Zhou Ren asked softly. It wasn't the first time he had been placed so high, but surrounded by these people, Zhou Ren's mentality couldn't help but swell.

"Yes, Master. You will receive the grandest lord celebration in the history of this area. At this moment, you will reap everything, the loyalty of the people!" Mossa said, seeing the crowd in front of them slowly part, standing solemnly on both sides, no longer speaking.

Henry, the town chief appointed by Zhou Ren, slowly walked over from afar, holding a tray in his hands.

"A gift from the town chief of Pine Leaf Town and the people of the territory!" The lich Mossa announced behind him.

The tray was slowly opened and placed on the table in front of Zhou Ren. It was a large enough long table, but the gift from this town looked like only a small piece on it.

It was a somewhat strange sculpture, carved in the image of Zhou Ren himself. Zhou Ren didn't quite understand the meaning of giving him this sculpture. Did they want him to play with himself as a figure?

Before he could ask, he saw a huge statue being displayed in the distance. It was placed at the entrance of the territory.

"Dedicated to the builder of the territory, the sole master of the wasteland—Lord Zhou Ren!" He read the meaning contained in this little figure, and couldn't help but feel amused.

"You guys, you always manage to come up with new tricks for me!" He said to Henry. This seemed to be a great encouragement for the town chief Henry.

He slowly stood on a step below the high platform, with the captain of the town's guard standing on the other side.

"Congratulations from the elves, from the city wall construction corps, the druid elders, and Her Royal Highness Princess Shia!"

Zhou Ren looked left and right, but didn't see Shia's figure. The one presenting the gift was the legendary elven ranger, Seymour Lemy!

He held three gifts in his hands, but didn't shake at all, walking step by step onto the high platform and placing the gifts on top, then retreating.

Representing the face of the elves, he retreated to a step below. Mossa lifted the cover above, revealing the gifts inside.

It was a very exquisite elven sword. It was carved with gorgeous patterns and gems, as if to reflect his status. This was a gift from the elven people, who had gathered elven masters to create such a longsword worthy of the lord's status.

On the other side, the gift from the druid elders looked very peculiar. It was actually a moving sapling, standing on the high platform, blinking its eyes, curiously staring at everything around it.

And Princess Shia's gift was very girlish. It was a standard, gorgeous elven dress, exclusive to the earl level, but the pattern engraved on it was the elven princess's own emblem!