Seeing the certificate the green-skinned man had issued, a faint smile appeared on Liu Zhi's face.
"Then can I set up a military camp in this space? My troops may need somewhere to rest and regroup when they arrive. And as you know, without a harbor, it's difficult for the navy to move its ships around."
"Of course. The space is yours now. You can do whatever you like with it; there's no need to consider our opinion."
Once the certificate was in Liu Zhi's hands, the issue of the space was settled.
It was a way of cutting off the problem at its root. As long as Fireblade City remained, neither Yibo nor whoever else could make a move on this space again.
If Fireblade City fell, Liu Zhi certainly wouldn't stay here and play around in the Rogar'a Plane. At that point, would he care who got the space?
With the certificate in hand, Liu Zhi settled some details about sending troops with the green-skinned man, then left.
Over the next few days, Liu Zhi wandered around Fireblade City, selling off some useless things he owned and trading them for supplies unique to the city.
Most importantly, he found a suitable caravan in Fireblade City and had the goblins get in touch with it, hoping to establish a trade network between the Id Plane and the Rogar'a Plane.
That way, even when Liu Zhi went off to play games and complete quests, his Id Plane would still receive plenty of supplies, allowing his cities to develop much faster.
This left Liu Zhi feeling much more at ease about the Id Plane.
Before that Yibo fellow or anyone else could come knocking again, Liu Zhi returned to the Id Plane.
First, he transferred the Ghost Fleet legion and Dobby