[5. Altes is one of the seventeen seat holders of the Faceless Hermitage. He is an ardent worshiper of the Evil God, but has yet to make contact with the deity. Kalanis can use the Authority of Tyranny to directly subdue him. (3 Stars)]

1 piece of 1-star intelligence, 4 pieces of 3-star intelligence!

This batch of intelligence left Lear quite pleasantly surprised.

It was the first time something like this happened, not a single piece of 2-star intelligence.

But he liked it.

Composing his mind, he eagerly began reviewing them from the first piece.

This piece of intelligence indeed wasn't of much value, just a trait that prevents others from probing.

A value of 1 Star is already not considered low.

But starting from the second piece of intelligence, the value soared—

In the first Death Arena, winning 100 consecutive matches would earn a special treasure!

Although it didn't specify what the treasure was, 3-star intelligence surely wouldn't produce something too worthless.

Moreover, this was a gesture by the God of Combat to spread faith; they certainly wouldn't be stingy.

Fighting bloody matches for half a day and ending up with garbage wouldn't spread any faith.

With the Silver Mask, participating in the death match wouldn't cause him much harm.

You can leave anytime you want.

The third piece—an Ancient Lizard Egg that could promote Haggs.

Lear clicked his tongue in amazement.

Haggs is really lucky, continuously getting intelligence boosts right from the start.

This is the fourth time, right?

Once this promotion is complete, he'll soon catch up with the current first-tier heroes.

As the territory faces stronger enemies, level 12 Haggs has started to struggle a bit.

He didn't want to abandon this hero who had been with him in expanding territories; this boost is undoubtedly timely.

The fourth piece of intelligence—Blood of Madness.

Will drop after an attack on a noble from the Royal Capital...

That's interesting, these nobles are obviously here for the Bloody Arena too.

Then who are the ones ambushing them? What do they seek?

And what is this Blood of Madness exactly?

In contemplation, he glanced at his cloak...

Him going in person would draw too much attention; better to let the Shadow of the Mist lurk ahead, snatch it and leave.

Wouldn't that be a windfall?

This non-corporeal life form can easily slip away underground.

A gift from heaven, you might as well take it.

The fifth one, intelligence about the Faceless Hermitage.

This aligns with his thoughts—first subjugate a power with seats to open up the situation.

Now, the intelligence has directly provided a specific target, no more need to explore.

Let Kalanis take on the task later; he believes she will deliver a perfect outcome.

Overall, this batch of intelligence, except for the first piece lacking in value, is quite commendable for the rest.

Even if not as special as the previous batch, it's satisfying.

With a joyful heart, he fell asleep.

The next morning, Lear was awakened from his sleep by Blando.

Chairman Macken has brought 1200 Wetland Lizard-men and 300 Grey-back Minotaurs to the estate in the Fourth District.

Lear's drowsiness instantly vanished, and his mood turned exceptionally bright.

After a quick wash-up, he immediately headed to the newly acquired estate with Blando.

Upon entering the estate gate, he saw a pitch-black mass of people lying on the ground.

Yes, lying on the ground.

As far as the eye can see, they were all Wetland Lizard-men, none of whom were conscious, all in a stupor.

Lear looked on with an odd expression, what was this operation?

Macken, at this point, walked over briskly with about ten guards, and after a simple greeting, excitedly gestured to the ground.

"My lord, mission accomplished... all the Wetland Lizard-men are here!"

"What happened to them?"

"Hahaha...you know, the Wetland Lizard-men are ferocious. Even the Ring of Enslavement couldn't suppress them, so we came up with a good idea—just knock these guys out, and that way, what happened before won't happen again!"

Having been plagued by the defiant nature of the Wetland Lizard-men, Macken still has a shadow from it. After some hard thinking, he finally came up with a solution.

However fierce you are, can you wake up and bite someone after being knocked out?!

Sure enough, by doing so, the casualty rate was greatly reduced, and it also saved the energy spent on management before.

Now, it's easy to handle.

Lear found it somewhat amusing but said nothing, as this saved him from a lot of effort.

His gaze swept around and rested on the Grey-back Minotaurs chained aside.

These level 10 units looked extremely fierce.

Their three-meter-tall bodies were like iron towers, making even thumb-thick chains appear somewhat slender.

The muscles on their bodies were like cast iron, well-defined, brimming with a sense of power. Two curved horns on their heads were sharp at the tips, some even tinged with dark bloodstains, clearly not just decorative.

Each one, eyes red, glared angrily at everything around them.

Just from their appearance, one could feel their ferocity.

Lear nodded in satisfaction.

"The gold coins are already on the carriage outside..."

Macken immediately understood.

"Then I won't disturb you further. I'll deliver the remaining slaves as soon as possible."

With that, he turned and left, delighted, to count his money.

This transaction earned him more than he'd made in the past three months.

Comfortable.

More importantly, he had established a relationship with this major client, paving the way for future profits.

Lear was also in a very good mood.

These slaves had been exchanged for equipment produced by the blacksmith shop.

The actual cost was remarkably low.

The prior development strategy was indeed correct—establishing his own industry, trading matured products with the outside world to earn resources for self-growth.

The results were now evident.

Growing quietly in the territory, acquiring a thousand wetland lizard-men at once would have otherwise taken an unknown long time.

After calming down, he gently swept his cloak, and surging black mist immediately spread out, enveloping the surroundings.

It blocked all possible prying eyes.

At the same time, an inviolable aura filled the black mist like a tidal wave.

In the distance, gray-backed minotaurs felt uneasy upon seeing this.

The seemingly insignificant human youth at this moment seemed like a towering mountain.

Reaching the heavens, shattering the earth.

The aura he emitted made their souls tremble.

In their eyes, that desire to struggle and resist.

But the chains held them fast, leaving no possibility of escape.

The pressure was like a landslide.

Under their astonished gaze, the mighty aura emanating from that majestic youth pierced through and flooded their minds.

With an absolutely tyrannical posture, leaving an indelible mark on their souls.

The unconscious wetland lizard-men experienced the same.

When the black mist dissipated and the manor returned to calm, not even a minute had passed...

Lear retracted his aura, returning to peace once more.

The rose flower bracelet on his wrist now bloomed more vividly.

The lingering aura in the air was silently absorbed clean.

Once they regained their senses, the gray-backed minotaurs' gaze towards Lear immediately changed.

No longer did they hold hostility or anger. Instead, the newfound warmth and strong submission they felt in their minds was irresistible, causing them to kneel rapidly to the ground.

Utterly humble in posture.

The chains on their bodies, accompanying their movements, clattered as they fell to the ground.

It was unclear when, but their shackles had already been removed.

Seeing this, Lear was quite pleased.

After gaining authority, his soul strength had significantly increased, and this level of enslavement no longer posed any substantial pressure on his soul.

Even ten times the number could be endured.

"Minotaurs, go awaken the wetland lizard-men."

"Blando, have someone prepare food and clean water... let them camp here for the next few days."

"The situation is a bit chaotic; it's best to fill the manor's cellar storeroom so no one goes hungry."

The gray-backed minotaurs in front immediately acted, going to awaken each of the wetland lizard-men on the ground.

These swamp creatures, once awakened, first looked dazed, then warily surveyed their surroundings.

Upon seeing Lear, they promptly lowered their guard and respectfully saluted.

As the personnel below woke up one after another, Lear's mood grew increasingly delightful.

Along with the minotaurs, this was an army of fifteen squadrons!!

Comfortable.

Though they were not yet equipped with weapons and armor, that was not an issue.

Moreover, once the wetland lizard-men were brought back to Weilu City and trained, the number of cold-blooded cavalry could approach two thousand.

This was after all the legendary soldier type of lizard-men.

Their initial level was as high as Level 11.

In Lorand City, such an army was already an elite among elites, an absolute trump card!

Truly worth looking forward to.

And with dark night elves, once they were trained as well, exploring the Underworld would no longer lack manpower.

Everything was progressing in a positive direction.

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