Starting with the defeated female knight

The man in black robe shook his head.

"You're not good enough; you don't meet the adults' requirements."

"Only this child can do it."

"Or are you saying you're unwilling?"

This woman is too old, and she looks capable of working, so she definitely can't study with those children.

But if she's reluctant to let her daughter go to school, she can talk to the adults about it, and they probably won't force her to go.

The man in the black robe felt he had already considered things very much for her.

But for some reason, after he finished speaking, the woman not only did not feel grateful, but her body trembled even more violently, and her face gradually lost its color.

The tentacles beside him didn't react much either, firstly because Green wasn't paying much attention to this side, and secondly because, although he could understand the general meaning of the others, he still had to use other methods, such as combining facial expressions and demeanor, so he couldn't understand every word they said very accurately.

Then, amidst the refugees' fear, they arrived at 'Dawn City'.

Or rather, the foundation of 'Dawn City' which is under construction.

Then, silence fell.

Around the construction site, people dressed in black robes ran around, pushing carts or carrying materials, exchanging instructions loudly while working enthusiastically to remove mortar.

Among the black-robed figures coming and going, the tentacles wearing small yellow hats were particularly eye-catching. Holding a plan with only a picture, they looked it over from left to right, ensuring that the construction was going smoothly, and occasionally called over some tentacles to move some missing materials.

A few children sneaked over to help, but suddenly several tentacles emerged from the ground, binding them all and dragging them back to the classroom.

[Are these little brats still trying to skip class?]

Labor is one of the most effective ways to deconstruct fear.

Alien monsters are terrifying, but if someone saw an alien monster honestly carrying bricks and mortar on a construction site, their first thought probably wouldn't be fear, but rather, "These days the economy is really bad; even aliens are carrying bricks."

A more temperamental person might even walk over, sit down next to you, and hand you a cigarette and a lighter.

"Hey bro, wanna have one?"

Absurdity overshadowed numbness, and doubt pierced through fear.

Seeing the group's reaction, the man in black cleared his throat and said proudly.

"See that? This is Dawn City."

"Although it's not finished yet, just look at the scale of the foundation, and you can imagine how huge and beautiful it will be once it's completed."

Dawn City is the name of the city that is about to be built, a result of discussions between Grimm and the humans.

A glimmer of hope, a glimmer of new life, or simply because of the higher vantage point, allowing one to see the first rays of dawn on the horizon earlier...

In any case, the name was decided.

And just as its name suggests, in this land ravaged by the demonic tide, devastated and devoid of any future, it became a ray of dawn.

The reception of the first batch of refugees went smoothly. With the help of other men in black robes, although it took some time, they gradually adapted to life here.

Improve your habits, join the work, gradually integrate into the team through shared labor, and finally, upon passing the assessment, be proudly awarded the black robe...

Green had prepared himself for the possibility of dealing with a few troublemakers or people who were dissatisfied with his rule and policies.

But to his surprise, not only the troublemakers, but also this group of people, and even the refugees who followed, all became compliant.

It didn't take long before he figured out the key to it himself, without even asking anyone else.

Because this is truly a world where extraordinary powers exist, and where there are genuine mystical nobles.

Equality for all and service to the people are nonexistent here. Even the concept of the human race is vague to these uncivilized people.

The reason why nobles established kingdoms without cleaning up these two-legged animals, whom they regarded as tainting human blood, was twofold: firstly, because the nobles had a low birth rate; secondly, because they needed people to cultivate the land for them, provide them with food and other necessities, and, when necessary, to demonstrate the superiority of their own bloodline through comparison.

It is the church that is best to the common people and cares about them the most. It also emphasizes a hierarchical order. Although it cares about their lives, it is only their lives.

As long as no one dies, it's perfectly normal to expect the lowly to serve you, to demand money from the base and faithless, and to resort to other means if they refuse.

As for the Magicians' Association...

According to Edith, those academic fanatics only divided people into two categories.

Genius, and talent.

The material.

Therefore, the ordinary people in this world are far more humble and submissive than he realizes.

After all, in this world, or at least in the human world's perception, ordinary people are nothing; they're not exactly only fit to be slaves to the strong, but they're pretty much the same.

Furthermore, whether it was nobles, the church, magicians, or the common people themselves, everyone thought it was normal and no one questioned it.

Green didn't want to comment on the Empire's views, because every world and every material foundation gives rise to a different culture, and the system he previously understood and recognized certainly couldn't be applied here.

But he could at least say that he didn't like it.

He doesn't care about the state of the human empire, but at least on his territory, things have to be done his way.

It's that simple.

so......

What does this mean?

Looking at the little girl, whose face was full of curiosity, being pushed in front of the tentacles by her mother, Green was puzzled.

"Well, sir, my daughter is very smart, learns quickly, and is very obedient. I heard you like her, so..."

【Rolling, rolling, rolling】

Before they could even finish speaking, Tentacles simply packed them up and threw them out.

That wolf boy in the cave was already a headache enough for him, and they wanted him to take on a few more?

Dream on, take it yourself.

He's not going to help.

Book 1: Chapter 22: The Eight-Hour Workday

Time slips away slowly amidst the hustle and bustle.

In the capital, after clearing up the misunderstanding with Vanessa, the two met from time to time to discuss Cecilia's tentacle suit. They discussed and experimented with it little by little, and both tacitly avoided asking about or mentioning the other's identity.

At other times, after Cecilia reported his situation to the Pope, even though the Pope was so senile that he couldn't understand the letter.

However, because of Cecilia's actions some time ago, although bringing something that was suspected to be taboo to the capital was a very serious problem, even the bishop who hated Cecilia the most did not criticize her for this matter. On the contrary, he gave her the green light and could give her almost anything she wanted.

This was not only to avoid offending Cecilia, but also to protect the interests of the church.

Although the church leadership's decision regarding the demonic tide was disastrous, outsiders were unaware of the details. They only knew that Cecilia had sent out the news in advance and had single-handedly resisted the demonic tide for a long time, and was subsequently awarded the title of 'Saint'.

Saints, though they have no real power, are considered the highest honor in the church, and are often posthumously conferred.

Currently, there are only two living beings who have been given the title of 'saint'.

One is Cecilia, and the other is the senile old man watering the flowers in the garden.

Known as the "Godslayer," internally referred to as the "giant tree in church history," His Holiness Isidore was hailed as the "greatest pope."

Although, strictly speaking, the Church bears a lot of blame for the Demon Tide incident, and its handling of the situation was shockingly poor.

The problem is that, compared to the other two major powers, the Church is already the most human-like of them all, and it also has Cecilia's heroic deeds to write about in detail.

In the end, the Demon Tide incident not only did not damage the church's reputation, but also, due to proper handling and publicity, it greatly enhanced the church's image and expanded its influence.

This is also the main reason why the bishops were willing to give Cecilia the green light.

After all, Cecilia was doing things to them from within, which was a family matter. They would retaliate, but it wouldn't go so far as to expose it to the outside world.

But now, this is something that benefits the entire church, allowing us to expand the pie, so they will naturally give it their full support.

Therefore, thanks to Cecilia's prestige, Green was granted some authority to operate within the church, and was even assigned a small garden where he could split and cultivate tentacles.

Of course, due to his inherent passive nature and mental pollution, Green's activities were strictly limited to a certain area, and he had to be constantly supervised.

But he hadn't planned to go outside anyway.

Just kidding, not to mention his passive mental pollution, all he has right now is this small section of tentacles.

Although he can easily whip people into spinning tops with his tentacles on his own turf, here, with just this small section of his tentacle, which is even a non-combat type, let alone encountering danger, even if Vanessa throws him into her arms and uses a little force, she could probably suffocate him.

In this situation, staying here is safer than anything else; he has no desire to go out.

only......

"Strange, who suggested giving him a garden to expand his property? If something goes wrong, he'll be held very responsible..."

"An anonymous suggestion? Oh well, if something really goes wrong, they'll definitely find out. It wasn't my suggestion anyway, so let it go..."

When the bishops saw the proposal, they all felt it was a bit strange, but because they didn't want to offend their colleagues or cause trouble, they didn't question the suggestion and simply gave it the green light.

And now, Green is lying in the garden, waiting to split and multiply.

A light footstep approached, and turning my gaze, I saw who it was.

It was an old man, with white hair and a hunched back, carrying a watering can in his hand, his eyes looking somewhat lost, as if he had lost his way.

After a moment, he stopped in front of the flowerbed where Green was, lowered his head, and met the gaze of those dark green eyes.

The confusion in the old man's eyes vanished for a moment, but quickly returned to its cloudiness.

"Strange, where was I supposed to go again...?"

The old man looked around in confusion.

The eyeballs in the flowerbed flowed silently, then twitched after a moment.

Please water my plants.

I was just thinking this place was a bit dry.

......

Green began to multiply within the church.

Meanwhile, he wasn't idle in the original mountain range either.

Construction of Dawn City is in full swing, and the reception of refugees is gradually becoming smoother.

During this time, Green also thought about how to improve the image of the people in black robes without wasting resources.

The answer is to add some decorations to the clothes.

This method is low-cost, waste-free, and allows for additional operations.

For example, he might use some of his tentacles' specialty paint as a reward, adding specific patterns to people's clothes after they achieve certain goals.

This reward doesn't give them any status among the crowd, but it provides them with a sense of spiritual satisfaction.

If the patterns accumulate to a certain extent, he plans to rummage through his small warehouse to give them some substantial rewards, and they will also receive more attention and care from him if any problems arise later.

As for the types of patterns...

White gets dirty easily, pink is too flashy, purple looks more like a villain, red looks rather scary, and dark green isn't a good choice either...

After much thought, Green concluded that the dark gold color paired with a simple yet sophisticated pattern was the best choice.

—It's definitely not because the other colors he creates are also scary, and because drawing overly complex patterns is difficult and troublesome.

Just do it.

After deciding on the plan, Green summoned several black-robed men who had performed well recently. After explaining the situation, he added several dark gold paint strokes to their black robes.

A moment later, the painting was completed, and they put on the black robes. Although there were only a few more patterns, their demeanor was completely different from before.

If their black robes made them look like some kind of weird, low-level cultists before, now, just standing there, they give the impression that all the evil plans in the world originated from them, that their organization is spread all over the world, that they control everything, and that they are the masterminds plotting to dominate or destroy the world.

Has it been changed? If so.

Perhaps adding more patterns, or adding other decorations later when circumstances allow, would make things better...

That's what Green thought.

After examining the new black robe for a while, Green inexplicably felt a sense of déjà vu.

Wait a minute, it seems like these people are going to go out and eliminate non-human, intelligent life forms later...