Starting with the defeated female knight

After all, even if they could learn all of this with just a glance, there would still be other things he had to learn.

Moreover, Dawn City's greatest strength and advantage has never been these things, but rather the breathing earth beneath their feet.

However, as it turns out, let alone learning it after just one glance, even with Grimm's explanation and translation, the members of the investigation team, except for those from the Mage Association, were basically all dumbfounded.

While the members of the Mage's Association performed slightly better, they weren't significantly stronger.

The reason is simple: although they also conduct scientific research, the technology that the Magicians' Association is pursuing is not on the same track as that of Grimm.

Moreover, due to certain circumstances within the association, such as the proliferation of different schools of thought, severe academic cliques, and the fact that production and human resources are largely controlled by nobles, the Mage Association's research is more focused on high-tech magical energy technology, and it has never even considered large-scale popularization.

Truth is in the hands of a minority, and can only be in the hands of a minority.

That's what the magicians think.

Even so, after being guided by Green and touring Dawn City, these incomprehensible devices were not the strangest things they found most.

What struck them as most strange were the people in the city.

It wasn't a tentacle that mingled in the crowd, nor a bird-like beastman that came out to pick up pebbles during breaks, nor even a half-beast like Morphia.

It's not the humans inside.

They didn't know how to describe the feeling, only that it didn't matter whether it was a roadside vendor, a farmer in the field, a worker laying mortar on a construction site, or an occasional high-level professional, regardless of their status or lineage.

There was something very unfamiliar to them in their faces, in their eyes, and in their every move.

Something rarely seen in an empire that is rotten to the point of stench, almost exposing the bones, and utterly lifeless.

Elise had seen those things before.

In the early days of managing the family business, she used various methods to help her farmers or other servants improve their efficiency.

She had seen the exact same thing in their eyes before.

"If we can harvest more grain this way, even if we have to hand over more, we'll still get a little more..."

"At least, at least we can eat our fill now..."

"Thank you, Miss Elise. You truly are worthy of someone with noble blood flowing through your veins..."

"Even if it's just for you, we will definitely work hard and be loyal to the Stuart family..."

"Oh, by the way, my child picked up a pretty stone by the roadside and insisted that we give it to you. We hope you won't mind..."

Elise didn't take it seriously.

After all, in her view, as long as the lower bloodlines obediently stay in their proper places, it is only natural for the higher bloodlines to protect and help the lower bloodlines.

Moreover, if the serfs are well-fed and have more energy to work, their efficiency will naturally increase, the family's harvest will be greater, and they will also be more loyal.

She couldn't think of any reason not to do something that maximized her profits.

but......

When she returned to that place, only two large and one small, withered corpses remained on the ground.

The family's income increased significantly for a while, but soon returned to its original level, or even lower.

She received praise from her family and gained more support, while those fools who killed the goose that laid the golden eggs out of greed were criticized. Logically, she should have been happy.

But looking at the two withered corpses on the ground, and thinking about the glint in their eyes in the past.

If those of inferior bloodline die, so be it; there will always be people desperately trying to get in.

The family business was undamaged, and she once again proved the nobility of her bloodline, which was a good thing in no way.

For some reason, she couldn't feel happy at all; she just felt disgusted.

But she was still an aristocrat, she was still the eldest daughter of the Stuart family, and she still had noble blood flowing through her veins.

...But she didn't know what to do.

The most ridiculous and ironic thing is that, because she was so irritable, she took the initiative to accept the mission of investigating the demonic tide, thinking of going to the border to kill some aliens to clear her mind.

As a result, after arriving in Dawn City, she saw those disgusting things again in the territory of the ancient gods.

These people have been brainwashed.

These people have been contaminated.

These people have long since become believers of the ancient gods, or even their followers, and their spirit is no longer aligned with that of humans.

If her will had been even slightly weaker, if she had been able to deceive herself even a little, if there hadn't been so much evidence along the way, she could have used these excuses to explain herself.

But it is precisely because of this clear-headedness, because of past experience, and even because of consideration for similar large-scale production, that we have achieved this.

She then realized more clearly that all of this was reasonable.

A feeling of nausea gradually arose.

It was even more nauseating than when I was being stared at by those drooling eyes before.

What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?

Green noticed her unusual behavior. The raven-like orc next to her, who was picking up pebbles, also looked up, blinked its bright yellow eyes, and sneaked over to slip a pretty little pebble into her hand.

"Coo coo...caw caw..."

The little birdman seemed a bit shy. After secretly slipping her the stone, he made a few low coos and then ran away.

Although the child looks quite tall, he is actually only eight years old. Due to physiological reasons, he hasn't learned to speak yet, and he's also a bit shy.

She probably saw you were upset, so she wanted to give you a small stone to comfort you.

As for why Green was able to understand what she was thinking?

That's because when the little girl was sick before, he noticed she really liked stones, so he did it.

Elise did not respond immediately, but silently looked at the stone in her hand.

moment.

She picked up the stone and put it in her pocket.

The nausea subsided slightly, and my expression returned to normal.

"I am fine."

Is there anything else you want us to see?

She paused, looking at Dawn City in front of her.

Although his expression remained unchanged, there seemed to be something different in his tone.

"I......"

"very interested."

Volume 1: Chapter 44: Why Would I Not Use a Cheat Code?

The survey team's visit is still ongoing.

After all, they would be facing a common enemy, not only Green, but the investigation team also wanted to learn more about him and the 'kingdom' he ruled.

So, after giving them a brief tour, Green then led them through Dawn City in more detail, providing an exploration and introduction.

Through conversation and observation, initial trust is gradually established, but it will take some time to work things out and deepen further.

At the same time, but in different places.

While the survey team explored and observed Dawn City.

At the very center of Dawn City, the benchmark for all buildings, and also the building that is expected to be the grandest and most magnificent upon completion.

The girl in the pure white robe walked in slowly, blinked as she looked at the tentacles busily building around her.

"Lord Grin, this is..."

My Church

The tentacles beneath the clothes twitched slightly.

[It will also be the future R&D center for touch technology]

Edith: "...Huh?"

Extremely rare, she felt she couldn't understand what Green meant.

Although it sounds a bit strange, it's actually not complicated.

Didn't I promise those humans I'd build me a church?

I originally just wanted to do a token effort, but they got carried away and insisted on making it bigger, even willing to forgo rewards and honors for hard work in exchange for the church's size.

Considering their genuinely good performance, I didn't argue with them too much, and seeing their insistence, I finally agreed.

Although I agreed, I honestly don't know what use such a big church would be for me.

After all, I'm not an ancient god, nor do I need faith. It feels pretty bad to let such a big thing take up space and do nothing.

So I thought, since it's already built, why not give it some functionality and use it for something practical?

So, Green started thinking about this huge lump of junk in front of him and came up with several solutions.

For example, it can be used as a venue, where large-scale events in the city can be held, and a certain amount of rent can be charged.

Alternatively, it could be used as a museum and tourist attraction, to record the development and memories of Dawn City.

But just as he was pondering this, a sudden inspiration struck Green, and he thought of something very serious.

Although the city is gradually becoming more populated and the technology tree is being unlocked, it's really just a pure technology tree.

While this approach might have worked in the past, the problem is that this is a world where supernatural powers truly exist.

Shouldn't we broaden our horizons a bit?

Originally, Green intended to wait for Edith to return and then hand this matter over to her, so that she could help him advance the technology tree of the Church and miracles.

But after talking with Edith, he realized that no matter how talented Edith was, how adaptable she was to holy power, or how precocious she was, she was still essentially a child, and she hadn't spent much time studying in the church.

Let alone helping him climb the Miracle Technology Tree, she herself has to attend classes at the church school when she has free time.

As for Cecilia...

If she understood this, she wouldn't have applied for the Disciplinary Knight position back then, a profession that even the church's dogs would shake their heads at.

Thus, the plan to climb the Miracle Technology Tree was forced to end before it even began.

That... magic?

He searched the entire territory but only found a few magic apprentices who could only perform some tricks and had an extremely shallow and vague understanding of magic.

Moreover, according to feedback from magic apprentices, all kinds of knowledge about magicians are concentrated in the Magicians' Association and are strictly monitored and kept by the association.

Unless one truly becomes a magician, they are not allowed to access even basic magical knowledge, let alone advanced knowledge. If any magician spreads such knowledge in private, they will be severely punished by the association, and may even be subject to bounties and persecution.

【Very well, even magic won't work】

Having confirmed this, Green felt somewhat helpless.

On the miracle side, there's a kid and an idiot; on the magic side, there's absolutely no clue.

He can't exactly try to get his hands on the bloodline technology of the nobility, can he? How is he supposed to...?

【Um? 】

Looking at the swaying tentacles in front of him, Green fell into deep thought.

It seems like it’s not impossible?

Don't get me wrong, he didn't want to capture some nobles for breeding research, but rather realized that his tentacles seemed to have similar characteristics.

Although the specific principles are not yet clear, with the examples of Edith and Cecilia, it seems that he might actually be able to cultivate and produce specific types of tentacles in a targeted manner through some fixed method.

Although the previous method of drawing cards was still working, especially with the assistance of humans, his efficiency and speed in drawing cards increased significantly.

But gacha is still gacha, and the fact that most of the time the cards you draw are garbage means that resources are wasted in a very serious way.

Even if he draws a good card, the more complex and powerful the tentacles are, the more difficult they are to replicate and split, severely limiting the improvement and expansion of his power.

In addition, Morphia had previously used herbs to successfully improve the tentacle pool through testing and research.