They may be unwilling, but are you?

In the Wilderness, it's always been this way; the weak have no power to decide their own fate.

Isa turned to look at the Wetland Lizard-man Hero beside her.

"Lord Haggs, could you please escort them back..."

"I'll go bring those Half-Elves back."

Haggs looked at Isa in surprise.

"The Sovereign said that the Half-Elves aren't weak... Miss Isa, are you confident?"

He still showed enough respect towards these newly arrived Dark Night Elves.

The Cold-blooded Cavalry, though powerful, benefits greatly from remote fire support, which can significantly alleviate the pressure they face and even save lives at critical moments.

Isa's gaze carried a hint of pride.

"The blood of the Elves isn't something gained without cost... those Half-Elves can only obey!"

Since the Dark Night Elves have become part of Weilu City and have been rewarded with so many Spiritual Plants as prizes.

She now needed to make enough contributions to repay the lord.

And only by demonstrating their value can they receive more attention.

Haggs nodded upon hearing this.

"Alright then, those Half-Elves are entrusted to you..."

He then looked at the Cold-blooded Cavalry.

"We'll return to the territory first..."

Isa slightly bowed her head in thanks.

This was an opportunity for her to make a contribution.

Then the group split into two paths, with the Dark Night Elves riding Unicorns to where the Half-Elves were located.

Meanwhile, Haggs first interrogated the Half-Elf, then found the tools they used for making Bow and Arrow in the bushes.

Taking everything without refusal, taking away all of it.

After finishing the task, without further delay, he led 300 Half-Elves back to the territory.

After trekking for seven to eight hours, they finally returned to Weilu City.

Bain was immediately thrilled when he saw Haggs return with a large group of Half-Elves.

The territory had now shifted to a wartime status, requiring every aspect to remain operational, and they were currently short-handed!

This group could fill the gap significantly.

Without further ado, arrangements were made for the Half-Elves' accommodations, allowing them to put down their personal belongings and then assigning them into groups and spreading them out.

Some were sent to the Bow and Arrow production area, while others were assigned to the Blacksmith Shop to produce Armor.

Not a single one was wasted.

The initially apprehensive Half-Elves, after being assigned a dwelling and then a role,

felt their tension slightly ease, and during their busy moments, began to quietly converse with the Deltha and Mud Swamp People beside them.

Cautiously inquiring about everything related to Weilu City.

They dared not speak much about the Cold-blooded Cavalry, but the Deltha and Mud Swamp People were known for being timid and fearful, much like their own character.

Thus, their courage grew slightly.

But soon after, the Half-Elves became puzzled and confused.

Because among those around them, all the information they received about Weilu City and its Sovereign was full of praise and compliments, with not a single bad word!

If they expressed any doubt, they were met with cold stares and angry glares, almost as if they would get slapped if they persisted.

This left the Half-Elves bewildered.

They had originally been prepared for enslavement and exploitation, yet upon arrival, it seemed this territory was exceptionally different.

According to the Deltha, this place wasn't much different from their dream abode?

Could that really be true?

And as conversations gradually deepened, the Half-Elves were startled to realize that those working alongside them were all knowledgeable, spouting strands of logic.

Upon further inquiry, they discovered... everyone was literate and could write their names!

And not just one or two, but over a thousand words!!

This realization left the Half-Elves feeling inadequate and ashamed; possessing such vast knowledge meant they were all upper-class individuals of Weilu City, weren't they?

It's precious knowledge indeed.

Acquiring it in the Wilderness was as difficult as climbing the sky.

Yet amid their astonishment, they were alarmed to learn... this knowledge was all learned by their peers in just the past month.

Moreover, every evening, as long as one was a resident of Weilu City, they could learn together.

Even they could.

The Half-Elves were instantly skeptical.

How could knowledge, so precious, be accessible for such lowly Half-Elves to learn?

And available openly to be taught?

How could there be such a good thing in the world?

Surely they were being deceived.

Reluctant to believe, afraid to believe, the Half-Elves waited until evening... when the Swamp Boggart who had returned to the territory a few days earlier appeared and began teaching residents new knowledge, they were startled to discover.

Everything they heard today was true!!!

Instantly, their favor for Weilu City soared to the utmost.

What kind of territory was this, openly sharing precious knowledge with everyone!

Due to their small stature, Half-Elves often found themselves at a disadvantage in the Wilderness.

Relying solely on bows and arrows for survival.

And the bows and arrows in their hands were made with the scant knowledge they possessed; mastering more knowledge could mean crafting sharper, more powerful bows and arrows, right?

This ignited an intense yearning for knowledge in them.

In no time, as the lesson commenced, the Half-Elves repeatedly and boldly raised their hands to ask questions, drawing the attention of all around.

Previously, residents had passively received knowledge, but suddenly, with such proactive questioning, and with the unique nature of the questions, they found it intriguingly new.

It felt like a new door had been opened.

From then on, the classroom began to see numerous questions posed, evolving the lectures into a more mature phase.

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