The Minotaur Warrior Who Never Takes Off His Mask

Chapter 46: Mask-Never-Removing Minotaur Warriors

Time passed quickly.

Before anyone realized it, two months had gone by, leaving only nine months until the game's open beta...

For William, as long as he did not take the initiative to involve himself in the affairs of the Steel Duchy and the Blackrock Duchy, this period was a wonderful time for peaceful development, with no one to disturb him.

The Mushroom Sprite was having a fine time. Every day, many Elves came specifically to see the little fellow, so William did not need to give it any special attention.

However, mushrooms were unsuitable for cultivation within the city, so it could only be settled in a shady area at the edge of the forest. An Elven Mage had specially built it a delicate little Elven house there, and there were even Elven girls dedicated to keeping it company...

Especially after obtaining Mithril, that luxurious food, the little fellow ate until its belly was round every day. The explosive magic power inside it made it want to cast magic constantly, causing the mushrooms to grow more and more, faster and faster.

In just two months, the Blue Mushroom fields had expanded to nearly five mu and officially become one of Dawn Town's restricted areas.

Although Blue Mushrooms were merely Low-Class magical medicine, they were perfectly suited to the current Elven Warriors and could speed up their advancement into Intermediate-Class Professionals.

Odom organized workers to expand the town every day, and the pace had greatly accelerated. It was more than enough to successfully expand it into a city within half a year.

This was because, one month earlier, Kuri had successfully inherited the title of count. He had not forgotten his original oath and personally delivered 6,000 slaves along with 700 Professional slaves.

At the same time.

William began doing armor business with him again.

After all, there were far more melee Professionals than magic Professionals on the Legendary Continent, so most soldiers in the continent's nations were melee Professionals as well.

Dawn City had more than thirty High-Tier Blacksmiths, while even the lowest-ranking Dwarf Blacksmiths were Intermediate-Tier Blacksmiths.

For High-Tier Dwarf Blacksmiths, they did not need Mithril at all. Using only steel with a small amount of Iron Essence, they could forge blue-quality armor. Such skill was an unattainable divine technique for many Intermediate-Tier Blacksmiths...

A complete set of armor, including a helmet, breastplate, bracers, leg guards, and boots, could sell for thirty gold coins, while consuming only a little over a hundred jin of Iron Ore!

Selling Iron Ore directly would have been a loss to death...

In short, William was making an absolute killing.

Most Blackrock Duchy soldiers were still wearing black-quality equipment. With the Steel Duchy about to launch a war, even though the Blackrock Duchy's king was already on his last breath, purchasing high-quality armor in bulk was essential.

As for equipment production?

That was even more exaggerated.

They could forge six hundred sets of armor every month. After all, Odom's purpose in building the Blacksmith Workshop had been to increase the speed of equipment production. Intermediate-Tier Blacksmiths handled the simpler stages, while High-Tier Blacksmiths made the final decisive hammer blow and determined the quality.

Six hundred sets were worth 18,000 gold coins.

Seventy percent of that revenue belonged to William...

There was no helping it. Lords simply had that much power and could be as willful as they pleased.

As for Dawn City, with refugees from other duchies continuously pouring in, it now had more than eighteen thousand residents and eight hundred soldiers. Houses stood in rows, fountains flowed, and magic lamps hung one after another along the streets. Its prosperity had long formed a sharp contrast with its former desolation.

Every day, William led his personal guards to clear the magical beasts around the town, completing one task after another and wiping out threatening tribes.

Blackleaf Forest possessed abundant resources. Although the forest had few areas suitable for growing crops, the food provided by nature could often sustain countless living creatures.

Gnolls and Mask-Never-Removing Minotaurs could both appear there.

A month ago, he had single-handedly cleared out a small Gnoll tribe and exterminated them all.

The reason William had not captured them as miners was because those cunning, treacherous fellows could spoil the whole pot wherever they went. If the loyal and honest Orc miners encountered them, they would sooner or later be talked into becoming fools, perhaps even joining them in rebellion.

"But Mask-Never-Removing Minotaur Warriors, now those are good laborers!" William chuckled.

"According to the scouts, this Minotaur Tribe is on the grasslands north of the town, in a valley. There are at least a thousand Minotaurs." After reporting the intelligence, Nock coughed lightly and continued, "My lord, Minotaurs are neutral intelligent creatures. They may not be particularly kind-hearted, but they have not harassed us either. There is no need to kill them all, is there?"

William snorted. "When did I say I was going to kill them?"

"When I saw my lord's eyes shining, I felt that some tribe was about to be doomed. After all, every time you hear that we have discovered a new Orc tribe, you have that same look..." Nock replied carefully from the side.

"Clearly, your ideological awareness is still insufficient. Go back and reread the book I wrote, Listen to the Lord's Words, thirty more times." William patted his shoulder. He had not wanted to bother responding, but he still explained, "Think about it. What can Minotaurs eat on the grasslands? They cannot even get any meat. I plan to have them move into the forest.

"While they are at it, they can mine for our town, carry lumber, haul sandbags, and so on. Then I can reasonably give them some meat and improve their quality of life, right?"

"ヽ(._°)ノ?" Nock looked utterly bewildered. He really wanted to tell his lord that Minotaurs were vegetarians. They would never go hungry on the grasslands, and their lives were full of joy...

Unfortunately, his lord would not listen, would not listen, simply would not listen~

William asked again, "How many soldiers are currently idle?"

"There are only one hundred and fifty troops within the town, while the Orc slaves now number as many as eighteen hundred. Most of them are guarding the mines!" Nock answered frankly. Unless something unexpected happened, if his lord asked this question, he intended to recruit soldiers.

"So few?" William raised his brows, but still nodded. "Set aside the matter of the Minotaur Tribe for now. Begin recruiting tomorrow.

"We need three hundred Shield Warriors, three hundred Rangers, three hundred Swordsmen, and one hundred Knights, for a total of one thousand.

"There is no age limit. Any male may choose to enlist, while female Professionals may choose to become town guards!"

"As you command, my lord." Nock nodded and immediately ran out to make arrangements.

For other NPCs, recruiting soldiers and selecting promising candidates was like a blind cat stumbling upon a dead mouse. Generally, they only chose Professionals under eighteen who already possessed battle aura.

But for William, one cast of Insight would easily reveal a person's bloodline potential. Age did not matter at all. Perhaps he might even find some hidden gem.

And over these two months.

He had finally reached level 30. Although there was still some distance to the level 40 class advancement, William's strength had already increased enormously.

All his skills had reached their maximum level, level 7.

His battle aura and meditation magic had also both reached their maximum level, level 15!

All his current experience was being saved for his class. Within a month, he would definitely be able to change classes.

That's right, another PY transaction!

Author: Banxian Chen

My Save-File Girlfriend was a thrilling mystery-driving novel. Once it went premium, the speed could not be stopped.

Why PY? Of course, it was for bookmarks and recommendation votes.