City Lord's Mansion.
That was right. Northern Profound Prefecture no longer had a Prefecture Lord, only a City Lord. This was one of the great changes since the Witchmen invasion.
Across the six northern provinces, cities large and small had all established City Lords, either Witchmen themselves or leaders of forces who had pledged allegiance.
These City Lords, great and small, formed the foundation of the Witchmen's rule over the Northlands, tightly controlling local wealth, manpower, and resources.
Northern Profound Prefecture's City Lord was a Witchman, equivalent to a Prefecture Lord. Not only was he an Earth Grandmaster who had mastered the City Building Technique, he was also at the peak of the Earth Grandmaster realm, just one step away from becoming a Heaven Grandmaster.
At this moment, the City Lord was teaching his young grandson, a little Witchman.
As the saying went, grandparents loved their grandchildren most. This was true not only among the Human Race, but among the Witchmen as well.
The City Lord especially adored this bright and clever grandson, wishing he could pass every skill he possessed on to him.
Today's lesson was... totems.
At first, the little grandson was rather puzzled. The reason the Witchmen had crushed the Northlands lay in their strength, in the power they held in their hands. Totems, Gu Worms, poisons, and such things were merely unorthodox side paths, not the mainstream.
If one could not prevail in a clash of real blades and true steel, no other methods would help either. That was the cruel reality.
So-called totems were more often used for support and lacked any battle record that could settle the matter with a single hammer blow.
Yet the City Lord's words overturned the little grandson's understanding.
"Do you know where totems came from?"
"I heard they were