Chapter 247: Chapter 218: Turmoil in the Territory

Through Otto’s “inquiry” — which was essentially Jeming exerting unilateral pressure while Otto trembled and confessed — Jeming had roughly understood what had unfolded in his territory over the past fifty years.

The process was actually more or less as he had imagined.

Since he had been away for so long — long enough to surpass more than half the length of a mortal’s life span — many of the first-generation servants had thought that he, their “God-like” master, had perished in some unknown world.

Later, the second and third generations that came after them had never witnessed the terror and greatness of wizards or any related beings firsthand.

As for the legends passed down verbally by their ancestors about their “Master,” they gradually lost their sense of reverence.

Over time, humans, this group, naturally formed a new social order in his semi-secluded territory.

After Otto finished explaining these basic circumstances, he disregarded any semblance of “kingly” image and climbed down from his throne, kneeling heavily on the ground.

His forehead touched the cold stone slab, his body trembling violently from fear.

In a tone almost pleading for forgiveness, he defended himself:

“Great Master! I… I initially just honestly followed your instructions to manage the human group! But later… later, the population kept growing, and the food you left us was really insufficient…”

“I… I was also left with no choice but to take risks, leading some people into the outside forests to find some edible plant seeds and send people to cultivate them…”

“Over time… the newly born humans, because of the blessing of food, have made me… they have revered me as… King…”

“Master, please believe me! I’ve never had thoughts of betraying you! Please… please forgive my sins!”

On the other side, the soldiers, who had just managed to break free from Jeming’s oppressive aura and rushed into the great hall, stood in stunned silence upon seeing their once high and mighty king now on his knees like a humble worm.

Their minds went blank, completely unable to comprehend the scene unfolding before them.

Jeming did not comment on Otto’s response.

He was certainly aware that this fellow had certainly concealed some of his own intentions, like enjoying the pleasure of power and tacitly allowing future generations to forget about him, among other things.

However, judging from the faint contract perception deep within his soul, what the other party said was on the whole not deceiving him.

Moreover, from the outcome, the other side had indeed done pretty well.

After all, Jeming had initially just planned to be “away on business” for a dozen or so years to accumulate enough Red Dust Qi and then return.

Before he left, he had made all the necessary preparations and subsequent arrangements according to a twenty-year plan.

Who would have expected to encounter an unexpected situation like the “Living Plane,” which kept him busy for over fifty years?

This area was considered Jeming’s private domain.

Without his permission, generally, no other wizard would dare to freely enter another wizard’s territory for investigation.

This also led to the fact that within Jeming’s territory, only the most primitive natural development could occur.

Moreover, when Jeming initially received this batch of people, his plan was for this batch of servants to quickly undergo multiple rounds of genetic and soul transformation and selection to fully become “qualified” humans of the Wizard World.

Therefore, Jeming did not sign that kind of overarching “Racial Contract” for the entire group but only signed a personal servant contract with those from the first generation.

The passage of time was too long, and without the suppression of a bloodline contract, the changes in later generations’ behavior were indeed normal.

However, there were still two doubts in Jeming’s mind.

He bypassed Otto’s humble defense and directly asked, “What is the situation with the Elf Race and the Dwarf Race? Why did that fight happen? Humans have short lifespans, reproduce quickly, and their descendants are not restrained by contracts, which I can understand.”

“But on the side of the Elf Race and Dwarf Race, their lifespans are long, so shouldn’t most of the first generation still be alive? What happened with them?”

When elves and dwarfs were mentioned, Otto’s old face appeared completely bewildered, indicating that he also knew little about the situation.

Carefully, he raised his head and began to explain:

“Reporting to Master… I am not aware of the specific situation back then. I only know that approximately twenty years ago, the Elf Race and the Dwarf Race, who were in charge of managing the core of the Golden Garden, suddenly jointly announced that the population we humans had proliferated was too much, consuming too many resources, and thus they could no longer provide us with enough food.”

“I had no alternative but to bring with me the majority of the surplus population, go out, cultivate land, and seek a way to survive.”

“But unexpectedly… soon after we left, the Elf Race and the Dwarf Race suddenly closed off the Golden Garden, completely locking us out!”

“Later… for some unknown reason, the Dwarf Race and Elf Race fell out, and a fierce conflict erupted. Afterwards, the Dwarf Race, along with their group and a set of core ’Material Converter,’ forcibly left the Golden Garden and established a stronghold in the mountain range on the other side.”

“Ever since, the conflict among the three races intensified, with tensions rising continuously; now… it has become like this.”

After hearing this, Jeming nodded expressionlessly.

He already had a rough suspicion in his heart; it seemed the problem still lay within the Golden Garden.

“Stand up and follow me,” Jeming commanded Otto.

Then, he no longer paid attention to the soldiers in the hall who were frozen like wooden statues, and his figure moved and flew out of the castle.

He sped towards his Golden Garden.

Although Otto was old, he was, after all, a Second Level Legendary Warrior and already able to walk on air with his own power.

At this moment, knowing Jeming probably wouldn’t kill him, he let out a slight sigh of relief and immediately mobilized the small amount of energy in his body to fly up, closely following behind Jeming.

Soon, the Golden Garden, built with his residence at its center, appeared before Jeming’s eyes.

However, the sight in front of him made him sneer coldly.

The entire garden was completely covered by several massive green barriers, similar to emerald glass!

Natural energy flowed slowly on the barrier, exuding a strong repulsive force.

And behind the barrier, there was actually a group of Elves holding Magic Wands made from bright flowers, standing on guard.

They wore armor woven from vines, their faces wary and hostile, clearly treating Jeming and Otto as intruders.

Facing their hostility, Jeming was indifferent.

He didn’t even intend to have them open the barrier but instead raised his hand nonchalantly.

All these years, although Jeming hadn’t advanced in level, during his fifty years on the Ice and Flame Plane, he never stopped accumulating knowledge.

Especially later on, due to the lack of assistants, tasks had to be directly released in the camp by High Level Wizards, requiring Logistics Element Wizards to help process the vast amounts of data and theories recorded during their research on the Living Plane.

In the cumbersome data processing, Jeming also gained a deeper understanding of his knowledge, and the high-tier knowledge that emerged greatly benefited him.

According to Professor Clark, Jeming now truly had some semblance of a “wizard,” rather than being an “apprentice” who resolved issues only with powerful Spiritual Power and violent means.

If it were the Jeming from fifty years ago, facing these layers of powerful Natural Energy barriers, he might have needed to rely on a large-scale energy impact to violently blast through them. But now…

He only needed to use the basic “Deciphering Skill.”

Jeming extended his index finger and gently pressed on the green barrier.

Buzz—!

An invisible wave of Spiritual Power spread instantly, centered on his fingertip.

Before his eyes, the barrier was quickly deciphered with the assistance of his powerful Spiritual Power and Deciphering Skill.

Its complex energy structure, flowing circuits, and energy nodes were analyzed thoroughly and clearly.

Then, he mobilized his Spiritual Power, like the finest surgical scalpel, easily prying open a few of the weakest energy nodes.

In the eyes of the Elves, who were overwhelmingly shocked, the green barrier under Jeming’s hand cracked like a fragile, dried biscuit with a slight force from his palm —

Crack! Crack! Crack!

With a series of crisp breaking sounds, the overlapping strong defense barriers were instantly covered with cobweb-like cracks, then shattered with a roar, transforming into countless green light spots that dissipated into the air.

Behind the barrier, the dozen or so Elf guards wanted to raise their Magic Wands to resist, but suddenly, an urgent voice came from behind them:

“Stop! Do not be rude to the master!”

One Elf hurriedly rushed from the depths of the garden, shouting and commanding the guards while running.

When he saw Jeming’s familiar yet fear-inducing face, the blood instantly drained from this Elf’s face.

Without any hesitation, he immediately knelt on both knees, performing the highest noble salute of the Elf Race to Jeming with respect.

“Great master! Please pardon us!”

Jeming also recognized the Elf who came rushing.

He was quite familiar with this Elf, who was the one he initially arranged, responsible for managing the Elf Race among the three administrators, named Elvin.

Elvin appeared full of reverence, with his head deeply buried in the grass, not daring to look at Jeming’s face.

However, the few young Elves beside him, whom he had forcibly ordered to kneel, clearly did not think the same.

Though they knelt under Elvin’s authority, their actions were stiff and perfunctory.

Jeming could even clearly see one leading Elf with an obvious expression of defiance and disdain.

Moreover, judging from Elvin’s position when he came, that Elf with the defiant look should be the leader of this Elf guard team.

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