After calming down his excitement, Lear immediately spoke.

"Let's go and catch some small lizards to first try out how to breed them."

"Yes, Sovereign!"

Haggs promptly responded, enthusiastically following Lear out of the tent.

First, they picked out a corpse from today's hunt and then proceeded to the muddy area east of the territory.

This Wetland Lizard-man Hero placed the corpse on the ground, his gaze becoming serious.

Extending his right hand, the blade-like claw on his left hand directly sliced a wound in his palm.

Scarlet blood dripped down.

But halfway through its descent, it seemed to lose gravity, floating mid-air.

The surrounding magic power began to pour into it, and the blood twisted, forming mysterious runes.

These runes slowly merged into the corpse below, instantly causing its flesh to rot.

A unique, putrid smell permeated the air, drifting along with the wind downstream.

This smell dispersed over twenty kilometers before gradually fading.

Seeing this, Haggs retracted his hand, the scar on his palm healing rapidly to the naked eye.

His gaze was fervently fixed on Lear.

"Sovereign, we need only wait a moment, and the small lizards living in the swamp will be drawn here."

Lear nodded, patiently waiting alongside him.

After about ten minutes, a small lizard, palm-sized, with black and yellow stripes, and a row of spines on its back, rustled out from another patch of grass.

Upon seeing the rotting corpse on the ground, it seemed enchanted, crazily rushing forward, climbing on top, and voraciously devouring it.

Seeing this, Lear immediately took an interest.

Is this the small lizard that can transform into a Fierce Wild Lizard?

However, its size is too small, isn't it?

Focusing his gaze, an attribute panel of the creature appeared in his mind.

Swamp Small Lizard

[Level]: Level 1

[Potential]: Half Star

[Racial Talent]: Sensitive Smell.

[Evaluation]: A common reptile in the swamp.

These attributes are so ordinary; you wouldn't even take a second look on the road.

To cultivate such a small creature into a rideable mount...interesting.

"What should we do next?"

"Feed them, feed them a lot."

Haggs watched the small lizard burrowing into the corpse with intense excitement in his eyes.

"The runes I've inscribed with blood possess unique power. Once they consume the runes, their dormant ancient bloodlines can be activated."

"They will have an immense thirst for blood and food."

"As long as the food is sufficient, they can grow rapidly, ultimately reaching a shoulder height of three meters!"

These are the most prideful soldiers of the Lizard-man!

Three meters?

Lear was a bit astonished too.

But the problem now is that the Three-tailed Pig isn't fully raised yet, and the blood and flesh needed are temporarily reliant on hunting.

The development time is too short, and many things aren't established yet, but there's no helping it.

By dusk, Haggs had lured more than a hundred Swamp Small Lizards using the corpse.

When the corpse was nearly devoured, Lear immediately ordered these palm-sized small lizards to be brought back to the territory and locked up.

Once the food is sufficient, cultivation can begin.

As he watched the small lizards crawling in a bamboo cage, Lear turned to the hero beside him.

"Haggs, can you change your profession to Cold-blooded Cavalry?"

Haggs replied in a deep voice.

"Sovereign, of course I can."

Lear nodded.

"Then first provide the flesh to cultivate a Fierce Wild Lizard for you to change your profession."

First, determine how much flesh it would take to cultivate a single Cold-blooded Cavalry to plan accordingly.

Haggs was invigorated.

"Thank you for your gift!"

Lear waved his hand, dispensing with words, directly ordering twenty corpses to be brought in.

"Let these be devoured by the small lizards...Haggs, record the specific consumption needed for cultivation."

"I need accurate data!"

"Yes!"

After Haggs agreed, his gaze swept over the hundred small lizards.

Scanning a few times, he finally chose the fiercest and stoutest one.

Then, he picked it up individually, once more slicing his palm to let blood drip down.

The small lizard, sensing the scent of blood, eagerly drank all of it.

Moments later, Haggs placed the small lizard atop a pile of corpses stacked into a small mound.

"During the cultivation of a Fierce Wild Lizard, you need to feed the small lizard with your blood once a day."

"Not much is needed, but make sure it gets to eat..."

"This way, when it matures, its soul and yours will fuse without barriers."

"We call this process...the Bloody Ritual."

While he explained, the small lizard was indulging in a hearty meal.

Its mouth fiercely tearing into the flesh, it then lifted its head to adjust the position, directly swallowing it down.

Gulp~ Gulp~

Under Lear's watchful eyes, in just half an hour, this tiny creature devoured one-fifth of a Swamp River Horse Man's corpse.

It was only palm-sized...

And after ingesting the vast amount of flesh, its body length doubled, growing to two palm sizes.

Its growth speed was undeniably rapid.

However, to grow to the three meters of shoulder height that Haggs mentioned, it still needs some time.

Lear observed for a while, confirming its stable state, then did not linger any longer.

He assigned Haggs to keep watch there.

He then turned and went to the Treant area of the swamp.

On the grass, there were quite a few corpses piled up at the moment, all of which were today's hunting harvest.

Lear didn't hesitate and fed them all to the Flesh Butcher.

The slumbering Divine Life emitted a familiar crimson glow, devouring these corpses in no time.

Then it conveyed an emotion of hunger and desire for food.

This bit of flesh energy was far from satisfying its needs.

After calming it for a moment, Lear finally left.

It's necessary to intensify the hunting, to awaken it as soon as possible.

The sky gradually darkened. At night, the newly arrived Wetland Lizard-men enjoyed a sumptuous dinner.

There were freshly killed fish, wild boar hunted earlier, and plenty of staples.

The Wetland Lizard-men, rarely full, looked at the bustling territory with a few inexplicable emotions.

How long had it been since they felt so relaxed?

On the road of exile, they were constantly worried about the surrounding dangers, but upon arriving at Weilu City... it seemed undeniably safe.

Although this territory still seemed quite rudimentary.

Its strength, however, was not to be underestimated.

The Mire Wasps fluttering overhead alone could easily wipe them out.

The dinner made these wandering Wetland Lizard-men subtly feel a sense of belonging, their gazes at the surrounding crowd no longer as stiff.

Lear watched the lively territory and felt quite good, calling for Bain, who had been busy all day.

"Good evening, my lord, do you have any instructions?"

Lear gestured at a somewhat crowded group of people sitting together.

"Bain, from tomorrow, the daily meals of the Wetland Lizardman Warriors should be separate from the others."

"Our army should have separate management."

Adding up the Wetland Lizard-men, Deltha people, and Mud Swamp People, the total number has already surpassed a thousand.

Organizing them as unified as before seems a bit chaotic.

Weilu City has already reached a certain scale and must gradually fine-tune its management.

Moreover, warriors also need better food supply.

Bain immediately agreed.

But then he hesitated a bit and said,

"My lord, I've recently felt somewhat exhausted. Can we add some more people to handle the civil affairs?"

With the increase in number, the difficulty of management increases exponentially.

Bain now starts working as soon as he opens his eyes in the morning, only having time to rest after everyone else has gone to sleep.

Clothing, food, and everything else needs his attention.

He is indeed a bit overwhelmed.

Lear contemplated for a moment and then spoke more seriously.

"Bain, I now appoint you as the Chief Civil Officer of Weilu City, responsible for setting up the Department of Internal Affairs."

"You may select 30 civil servants to handle day-to-day civil affairs."

"Once personnel are chosen, I will personally appoint them."

"If more manpower is needed in the future, report to me."

After pausing for a moment, Lear continued,

"At the same time, you will also be responsible for establishing an Agricultural Management Department, managing farmlands, fish ponds, pig farms... and all other agricultural matters."

"You pick the candidate for Chief Agricultural Officer and report to me for confirmation."

As Weilu City develops, these related administrative departments must be established.

In the future, agriculture, trade, internal affairs, and other key issues need to be managed by the corresponding departments.

He only needs to control the overall direction.

The current management system can't even be described as crude; it's just a draft.

It can only be done step by step.

The advantage is that he controls everything; if any issues arise, he can quickly make adjustments, so there's no fear of making mistakes.

But if all these departments are established, the current population is still insufficient...

In terms of managers alone, the pool of candidates is too small to find high-tier talent easily.

More effort is needed.

Bain left with excitement and enthusiasm after receiving the order.

He could feel that once the system was established, Weilu City would experience a leap in development!!

There would emerge a territory with a complete administrative system here.

Everything would be different!

As night fell, the territory gradually calmed down.

Without the habit of early sleep, Lear prepared to check on the Dragon Blood Red Fish, only to find the Swamp Boggarts rehearsing near the Vine Fairy on the way.

Watching with great interest by the vine fairy's light, which was like a small bulb.

The more he watched, the more he marveled at the Banshees' extraordinary talents.

The half-baked performance skills he learned from watching variety shows were not only completely mastered by them but also extrapolated upon.

They had only been rehearsing for a short time and already grasped the essence of the performance.

Changing expressions faster than anything.

He found it thoroughly entertaining; how could ordinary people, unexposed to information baptism, withstand such a performance?

However, there was still a problem—the fluctuation of emotions was still insufficient; the nature of sadness and joy was a bit too intense.

After watching for a while, he simply got involved to provide guidance himself.

The Swamp Boggarts had a thirst for knowledge, eagerly absorbing everything Lear offered.

By early morning, their acting skills had advanced further, nearly achieving the best effect he desired in the end.

Lear was amazed by their talent, these Banshees were born actors.

Besides the things he taught them, the dialogue was all designed by the three of them.

The design was perfect, although different from the original version, the effect was top-notch.

This was even without them using their singing voices... Lear lastly tried integrating their singing, and then, he was instantly captivated.

He only snapped out of it after the performance ended, still lost in the final scene where Romeo and Juliet died for love...

Feeling immensely excited when he regained his composure, he looked at the three Swamp Boggarts.

"Good, very good!"

"You'll have your first performance scheduled for tomorrow night."

It's time for the people of this world to feel the impact of Earth's culture!

More crucially, once the Swamp Boggarts understand how to perform drama and have honed their skills,

The effect would be even greater.

In the future, performances could not just include romance, but also praise heroes, proclaim Weilu City's policies, and even... spread the faith in my God!

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