This young master truly has the ambition of a hero.

The elf stopped abruptly. Although she wasn't particularly clever and had just been deliberately provoked by Dick to the point of almost losing her mind, she still managed to come to her senses halfway through her sentence.

But for Dick, even half would be enough.

So he stood up, nodded slightly, and gracefully bowed to the other person.

"Thank you for the information, Miss Elf."

Amidst the female elf's furious shouts, Dick left the dungeon and entrusted the name "Hammuladi" to Tia for investigation. That evening, Tia brought him a document containing information about Hammuladi, the withered tree elf.

It turns out this guy is a washed-up celebrity, a top-ranking wanted criminal on the Empire's bounty list, one of the known veterans of the Dead Tree Party, and an old man from the Elven Empire who is over a thousand years old.

Hammuradi was the personal bodyguard of the last empress of the Elven Empire, and was also said to be the empress's lover. After the empire's destruction, he was recruited into the Withered Tree Party by other elders, driven by his loyalty and love for the empress.

With his long lifespan and decent talent, Hammuradi broke through to the Saint rank long ago, and he was also a rare assassin-type player among Saint rank experts.

Hammuradi's most famous assassination attempt was over a hundred years ago, when he tried to assassinate then-Hesse III, but that assassination ultimately failed.

The Dead Tree Party first devised a plan to lure away two Saint-level experts from the palace, creating an opportunity for Hammuradi. However, just as they were about to succeed, they were easily repelled by a hidden expert within the palace. This opponent is suspected to be a demigod-level powerhouse, but to this day, no one knows the name of this super-strong individual.

Logically speaking, a demigod would easily crush a saint, but no one knows why that mysterious expert let Hammuradi go, only injuring him and stopping short of defeat.

After that, Hammuradi disappeared for a full eighty years, until his name was almost forgotten, before suddenly returning like lightning.

But perhaps because of the painful lesson he learned from the demigod, this legendary elven assassin became much more restrained after that. He dared not even approach the capital, let alone attempt another assassination attempt in the palace.

After reviewing the files Tia had brought, Dick thought to himself that this situation was indeed a bit tricky.

This is a Saint-level expert, and an assassin whose fighting style is devoid of martial ethics. Although there are strong people around me who can fight against Saint-level experts head-on, I may still be vulnerable to being ambushed.

Meanwhile, in the Earl of Hoffmann's territory, the Earl himself was secretly receiving a group of mysterious visitors in his castle. These people were all wearing thick cloaks and their faces were covered with black veils. The leader sat opposite the Earl, and the moment he introduced himself, the usually composed Earl began to sweat.

Upon arrival, the other party made a "request" to Count Hoffman without any politeness, wanting to borrow his Earthling advisor, namely Yzak, for a period of fifty years.

When Yitzhak heard that it was fifty years, he thought to himself, "Wow!"

He's over forty this year. Earthlings can't use the martial arts of this world to extend their lifespan, so whether he can live another fifty years is unknown.

This is clearly a case of borrowing without ever getting anything back.

But after a moment's hesitation, Count Hoffmann reluctantly nodded in agreement.

Firstly, the other party had some shady dealings with him that he couldn't show for himself. Secondly, based on his understanding of the person in front of him, if he really disagreed, the other party would immediately resort to the "old method" to force him to agree.

The option to refuse never existed from the beginning.

Hoffman then gave Yitzhak a “labor dispatch” order, ordering him to take orders from now on from this masked man named Hammuradi.

This was considered a temporary transfer of the slave contract. Theoretically, Hoffman still retained primary control over Yzak and could cancel the loan agreement at any time. The contract directly affected the soul and was unaffected by distance, but Hoffman dared not cancel it casually because he truly couldn't afford to offend Hammuradi.

And so, Yzak found himself with a new "master" and was taken away from the Earl's mansion by this group of masked men. It wasn't until they left the city that Yzak finally saw Hammuradi's true face, which turned out to be a handsome elf with a deathly pale complexion that made him seem almost inhuman.

Yzak was extremely cautious in the face of his new master, after all, the count had been very wary of this elf before.

"My lord, it is my honor to serve you, but please forgive my ignorance, but may I ask what you need me to do for you?"

"Just use your strengths, but before that, we need to go to Laguge first."

The author says:

Author's Note: I've had incredibly bad luck. I had to go on a trip on Saturday, leaving around noon. The book club group was shut down that evening, and I didn't find out until I got back on Sunday noon. I frantically created a backup group, and then the first group mysteriously went unblocked. What a frustrating day!

No matter how turbulent the undercurrents were, the outward peace and tranquility of Laguge remained unaffected.

Having served for just over six months, Dick has become known as "the best governor in Lagog's history." Such high praise from the local people is undoubtedly due to the tireless efforts of Dick and his colleagues, but the support of his predecessors throughout history also makes him stand out as a truly remarkable person!

As June draws to a close, Laguge officially enters its most comfortable summer season.

Under the leadership of Ruby Eyes, the Farmers' Association organized manpower and resources to comprehensively upgrade the irrigation system of the main agricultural area in the eastern plains of the territory. While repairing the old ditches, they also dug new branch lines according to the terrain, expanding the coverage area of ​​the irrigation water network and improving the production efficiency of some farmland that had difficulty obtaining water due to its distance from rivers.

Such purely beneficial things were almost never done by the previous governors of Laguge; it all relied on the spontaneous organization of the locals, but this could easily lead to disputes.

For example, if Village A wants to dig a ditch to draw water from the river, but there is a Village B between Village A and the river, Village B will take the opportunity to demand benefits from Village A, otherwise they will not allow you to dig the ditch.

Thus, disagreements lead to contradictions, contradictions lead to conflicts, and once blood is shed in a conflict, hatred inevitably arises.

Fortunately, this water conservancy upgrade was organized and led by the Farmers' Association, with the Governor's Office backing it up. The construction team came from the labor reform farms, and the army participated in the supervision throughout the process.

Therefore, the entire plan proceeded smoothly without any obstacles.

Looking at the report submitted by Ruby Eyes, Dick nodded in satisfaction. If all goes as expected, this year's harvest in Laguge will be an unprecedented bumper crop, and the first batch of corn planted will completely impress the local farmers with yields far exceeding those of traditional crops.

With sufficient food, population growth will no longer be a problem.

It's unrealistic to expect local women in Laguge to start having children now, so the real main source of population growth is still the "pioneer" group from the south.

Although the south of the empire was prosperous, its population was nearing saturation. Coupled with the increasingly serious problem of land annexation, many peasants who lost their land were forced to migrate to the sparsely populated north if they did not want to lose their freedom and become serfs. These immigrants were collectively known as "pioneers".

Dick plans to recruit at least 100,000 settlers within the next three years. Currently, the lack of population within his territory is preventing many of his desired projects from proceeding.

It is worth mentioning that the Hessian royal family actually strongly supports immigration to the border regions, because the empire's northern border faces a real military threat from the orcs on the snowfields.

Even if the human nations to the south have poor relations with the Empire, they can at least engage in diplomatic negotiations to resolve some issues. But the orcs are beings who include humans in their diet!

In order to suppress the orcs, the empire would hold a "Northern Hunt" every three to five years, in which the royal family would send a prince to the north to lead a coalition army to launch a proactive attack on the orc clans.

The Crown Prince's inspection tour of the north is very likely a preparation for the next northern hunt.

However, to be fair, as an Earthling who had transmigrated from another world, Dick always felt that the term "Northern Hunt" was... not very auspicious.

The Crown Prince's inspection team is currently still south of the Central Mountain Range. Judging from their speed of travel, the nearly sixty-year-old Crown Prince does not seem to want to go north.

Dick certainly didn't want the other party to come to his territory and cause trouble. Back in the capital, he had already heard that the Crown Prince's reputation wasn't very good.

In his youth, this crown prince was ambitious and aspired to achieve great things after ascending the throne. However, his father, who had an exceptionally long reign, had dragged things out until now, showing no intention of passing the throne to him. As a result, the crown prince, having lost all ambition, began to slack off and did many absurd things.

The thought of this guy being incredibly lecherous, bisexual, made Dick feel like every cell in his body was resisting his arrival, and he even had the idea of ​​sending someone to ambush him on the way.

Just as Dick was worrying about how to deal with the Crown Prince, Belfast came in from outside carrying a stack of documents. Seeing Dick's worried expression, she asked him with concern.

"Master, have you encountered some troublesome matter that's giving you a headache?"

"It's about that crown prince. I'm thinking about how to keep him from coming here."

"Given the unique nature of Laguge, this would be very difficult."

"That's why I have a headache!"

Dick put down the documents in his hand, closed his eyes and leaned back. Belfast immediately understood and put the documents she had brought on the desk. Then she went around behind Dick and gently massaged his shoulders to relax him.

Feeling the gentle, moderate pressure on his shoulder, Dick let out a comfortable groan, opened his eyes and looked up, where he saw the familiar "mountain pressing down." But perhaps because of the addition of Shizuka Marikawa and Lucoa, two "heavyweights" to the team, the beautiful scenery, while still breathtaking, lacked the initial awe.

This made Dick wonder to himself, what exactly changed him?

"Master, would you like to relax a bit?"

"Ah."

Dick nodded. "Relax" was a secret code he and Belfast had set up to spice things up. With permission granted, Belfast immediately reached down from his shoulders, one hand slipping into Dick's collar, the other grasping his "future." The maid's forward-leaning posture caused her ample breasts to almost completely cover Dick's face; the heavy, milky scent of her breasts was invigorating, instantly dispelling his fatigue.

Because of the succubus bloodline's unique racial talent of "growing stronger with each battle," Dick frequently utilizes this trait to eliminate fatigue and accelerate stamina recovery. Theoretically, he could even completely replace sleep with sexual activity, transforming himself into the ultimate corporate slave who never needs sleep and can work endless overtime!

Therefore, it is no exaggeration to say that succubi are absolutely the most amazing and highly intelligent race in the world.

Legend has it that succubi are subspace creatures born from spatial rifts, whose ancestors hitched a ride to this world when dragons crossed dimensions.

Compared to other races, succubi are not particularly talented in martial arts or magic. They have lived in this world for thousands of years without producing a single master of the Saint rank. However, this race possesses a unique skill known as "sex magic".

The most distinctive feature of this magic is that it can draw power from the pleasure produced by intercourse. The succubus can choose to keep this power for herself and exploit it unilaterally, or share it with her partner to achieve mutual benefit.

If it weren't for the addictive nature of mating with succubi, they would definitely be the ideal dual cultivation partners for many powerful individuals.

Another point worth mentioning is that sex magic can also be used to break curses; it can break any type of curse. In this respect alone, even nuns in the church are not as powerful as succubi.

Chapter 073: Earth's Past

After several days of trekking through mountains and rivers, Izak, along with Hammuradi and other elves, entered the territory of Ragug.

Along the way, the elves of the Dead Tree Party were relatively friendly to Yzak, and Hammuradi often chatted with him and asked him about things on Earth.

At first, Yitzhak thought that Hammuradi was just like the other people in this world, simply curious about Earth. But as they talked, he discovered that this big shot actually had a considerable understanding of Earth, was proficient in at least four Earth languages, and was knowledgeable about a lot of Earth science.

Hammuradi later admitted that his purpose in initiating the conversation with Yzak was not simply to chat with an Earthling, but to test Yzak and understand his actual skill level.

"I don't know how many Earth transmigrators like yourself you've encountered, but from my observation, the vast majority of those summoned have a strong desire to leave their original world. It's precisely because they have this strong enough desire that they are summoned by the magic circle. You just said that before you were summoned by Count Hoffman, you were constantly on the run from being hunted. You must have had the thought of leaving Earth, right?"

Upon hearing Hammuradi's statement, Yitzhak pondered it for a moment and realized it seemed to be true.

Back on Earth, Yitzhak was a senior agent of Mossad, dedicated to his country and the organization he served, doing a lot of shady work.

As a result, those damned politicians at the top, just because he knew too much, wanted to use him and then discard him, silencing him forever.

Fortunately, Yitzhak was cautious and managed to escape Tel Aviv before his opponents made a move, but this forced him to become a fugitive, relentlessly hunted down by his former colleagues.

During those miserable days, Yitzhak did have a strong desire to escape, wanting to go to a place where Mossad couldn't find him at all.

Then he was summoned to this world by Hoffmann!

As Hammuradi said, almost all the Earthlings summoned to this world were "escapists" on Earth, wanting to leave their original living environment. Some were impoverished, some were disgraced, and some were simply delusional, naively believing they could become the protagonist in another world.

If someone happens to activate a summoning circle while they are thinking this, there is a chance that they will be "grabbed" like a prize in a claw machine.

But this also leads to a problem: most of the Earthlings who can be summoned are incompetent marginal people, young people who love to daydream, and fugitives like Yzak who are being hunted and wish they could live on another planet!

Those truly powerful individuals who can thrive anywhere will not be affected.

Besides wanting to test Yzak's abilities, Hammuradi also wondered, after hearing that he had worked for the official intelligence agency of a certain Earth country, whether the governments of various countries on Earth had noticed that their citizens had been summoned to another world.

Yzak thought for a moment and said that he was not at a high enough level to know about the situation of the higher-ups and other institutions, but he guessed that they probably hadn't discovered it, or they had discovered it but the analysts hadn't thought about such a mysterious thing as time travel to another world. They might have already suspected aliens.

It's important to know that in 2023, the year Ytzhak traveled through time, the Earth's population had officially surpassed 80 billion, and that's just the number that could be counted; the actual number would only be much higher.

With such a large population base, coupled with the chaotic world situation, the number of people who go missing each year for various reasons is also in the millions.

In comparison, this world has only summoned two or three hundred thousand people in the past half-century, accounting for less than one percent of the total missing population, which is insignificant compared to the overall human population.

If all these missing persons disappeared at the same time on Earth, it would certainly cause quite a stir. But if they were spread out over a timescale, with only a dozen or so disappearing each day, and scattered all over the world, then at most they would just be a few missing person notices that no one would bother with.

Therefore, Yitzhak believed that the other side of the earth would discover it sooner or later, but certainly not now.

As they traveled and talked, Yitzhak had gained Hammuradi's initial trust by the time they entered Lagug territory. He also learned that one of their goals in coming here was to "take away" a local female doctor who appeared to be from Earth, a rare and valuable talent.

After they made contact with the local members of the Dead Tree Gang, they learned another piece of news: a group of comrades escorting Earthlings to the Northern Fjords had encountered an accident on the way.

They risked crossing the Black Forest, where the Leshen were active, in an attempt to sneak in, but almost the entire group was wiped out. Only one person managed to escape, while the rest of the elves and the humans who were escorting them perished.

Upon hearing this news, Hammuradi's sickly pale face remained unmoved. He summoned the sole survivor, asked him about the incident again in a calm tone, and then made a sliding motion with his hand, causing the elf's head to roll to the ground like a ripe fruit on a branch.

"A truly noble elf will not flee in the face of battle."

Seeing Hammuradi execute his subordinate so casually, Yzak maintained a respectful demeanor on the surface, but inwardly he thought to himself that the rulers of this world, regardless of race, had a particular fondness for using killing to establish their authority. An ordinary Earthling living in a peaceful country would probably have wet his pants in fear, but as a professional executioner who had killed without hesitation, he was not particularly moved.

However, this tranquility was soon broken when his gaze inadvertently fell upon the plant in the flowerpot in the corner of the room.

Itzhak practically jogged to the plant, which was over a meter tall, and carefully examined its leaves and stems. Finally, in a trembling voice filled with excitement, he asked...

"Where did you get this corn seedling?"

Upon hearing Yzak's question, the elves present first looked at Hammuradi, and only after receiving permission did they begin to explain.

"This is a new crop introduced to Laguge, called corn."

Where did they get them?

"How would I know? The new governor got them. But the locals don't really trust them, so not many people grow them. It's mainly the prisoners on the collective farms who grow them. We managed to steal a few, but we don't know if they produce fruit or ears."

"Yitzhak, do you recognize this crop?"

Upon seeing Hammuradi ask the question, Yitzhak quickly explained.

"Of course I recognize it. This is an Earth crop, and the yield is quite considerable. No wonder that young governor had the confidence to challenge the grain merchants. With this good stuff in his hands, Laguge will definitely not lack food anymore. Maybe in a few years, their grain production will be so high that they can even sell it outside!"

"Is it that amazing...? I remember now, I have indeed heard some Earthlings say that."

"My lord, forgive my bluntness, but I suspect that this governor named Dick Best has some agricultural experts working with him. If they happen to be breeding specialists, I suggest you don't miss out."