Valhalla's Growth (Part Two)

Monica finished speaking in a mechanical tone, and Brando was nearly stunned. He blurted out, "Valhalla is a replica of Babel! Monica, do you know the legends of the Age of the Gods?"

Monica shuddered and came back to her senses. She hurriedly shook her head, her tone returning to normal at once. "No, my lord. I don't know."

"Wait. Then how do you know all this?"

"No, I don't know either. But ever since the World Tree Fortress was upgraded, as one of the people in charge, this knowledge seems to have appeared in my mind automatically." The light spirit girl hurriedly replied, "But I can't explain anything more."

Brando paused slightly, then calmed down. "In other words, Valhalla may well be an artifact from the Age of the Gods?"

"I can't be certain of that, my lord."

"Forget it. At least we know it belongs to us." Brando waved his hand, deciding not to dwell on these messy questions. "Let's return to the original topic. Since that's the case, I only intend to build Elf Arrow Towers along the ring road. So I only need to build twenty towers, Monica."

"I understand, my lord. However, the territory now requires a greater proportion of magic power and supplies. What you allocated to us earlier probably won't be enough." Monica answered respectfully. "Thanks to you, my lord, Valhalla is growing very quickly."

Brando bared his teeth. It would have been fine if Monica hadn't mentioned it, but her words reminded him of the mountains of colorless, transparent crystals he had seen piled beneath the World Tree. Those things were proof of the wealth the World Tree Fortress had consumed over the past six months.

But that was only the beginning. According to the list, each tower required nearly two hundred