The matter of the Erem Elf seemed to have been resolved in one fell swoop, and Hao Ren felt a wave of relief ahead of time. Strictly speaking, he hadn't seemed to put in much effort: He had merely thought things over and made a decision. But as the saying went, some things could only be done by specific people—this was the only thing Hao Ren could do, and he was the only person who could do it.
However, he knew very well that his troubles were still ahead of him. Relocating an entire race wasn't something that could be settled with a phone call. His work had only just begun, and his task wouldn't be complete until the elves had safely arrived at their new home and confirmed that they had adapted to the local environment. So from this point on, he was going to be busy.
Before going to inform Hilda of everything, he first had to organize the progress here into a report and send it to Raven 12345.
"What do you think will happen if I tell her everything exactly as it is...? Will 12345 kill me?" Hao Ren asked Data Terminal worriedly as he compiled the report. "I'm blatantly exploiting a loophole here. Just this sentence in the report feels like it ought to bring down the Five Thunders Crashing Top: 'In view of my need for exploration, mining, and scientific research on this planet, essential outposts and settlements must be established. Therefore, I hereby conscript 1.07652 billion elves, both as tenants and employees...'"
Lily squatted on the bench and listened to Hao Ren read the report. She tilted her head and scratched her cheek with one foot. "Landlord, to be honest, the Five Thunders Crashing Top might not be enough..."
"You clearly don't understand