Global Lords: Start as a Desert Lord

Withdrawing his thoughts, Richard turned around and looked around.

Although this reborn dimension has great potential, it still requires a lot of investment to take shape.

A range of one thousand meters in diameter is still too small.

He had a feeling in his heart that this thing was definitely a gold-swallowing behemoth more ferocious than the military lair.

After pondering for a moment, he looked at the blurry plane will like a dense fog.

"Brie, is there any way to make your body grow and expand quickly? I need the Eternal Land to become wider!"

The bright eyes of Plane Will were even more glaring, and he said with a bit of excitement.

"Master, the power of planes or the power of rules can help me."

Hearing these two words, the corners of Richard's mouth twitched.

These two things are not easy to obtain.

"I'll find a way to solve it."

We can only think about it in the long term.

After saying that, he said a little curiously.

"Can you leave the eternal land now?"

Bree nodded and shook her head.

"I can only go away for a short while, I can't stay out for too long."

He said with a hesitant tone.

"Master, should we anchor the spatial coordinates of the Eternal Land to the current location?"

Richard raised his eyebrows, a little confused.

"Anchor coordinates? How do you say it?"

Plane Will explained in a low voice.

"Master, the Eternal Land is outside the main plane and is in the endless void. If you want to establish contact with the main plane, you must anchor the coordinates and establish a permanent space gate."

"Otherwise, we can only use the power of the plane to open the door to space, but that consumes too much. The energy stored in the Eternal Land can only be opened once."

Only then did Richard understand.

"Then anchor in the Twilight City where we are."

As soon as he finished speaking, Plane Will shook his head wildly.

"No, Master."

"Every city in the main plane will be protected by rules. My current strength cannot break through the restrictions of the rules."

After saying that, she looked at him pitifully, as if to say that it wasn't that he was useless, but that he was forced by reality.

Richard looked at those smart and bright eyes and felt a little funny.

"I will give you guidance later."

As soon as his thoughts changed, he found his target - the land of quicksand.

There’s nothing better to anchor in than the land of quicksand.

Guarded by the top boss who has activated part of the power of the gods, the Land of Quicksand is even safer than the Twilight City.

After discussing this matter, Richard chatted with Bree for a while. After learning some information about how to make the plane grow quickly, he didn't stay long and returned to the dark dungeon.

Seeing Richard's figure reappearing and the crystal coffin losing the breath of plane will, the Lord of Dune's eyes became extremely complicated.

Regardless of the plane or the will of the plane, these are the wealth that he has spent a lot of effort to store in order to seek a higher level.

But now, they were all making wedding clothes for this Lord of Divine Grace, and what hurt him even more was that he had offered it on his own initiative.

I don’t even know how to express my complaints.

However, after observing that Richard seemed to be in a good mood, he felt relieved.

Judging from the other party's expression, he was obviously satisfied with this harvest.

Called softly.

"grown ups."

Hearing the voice, Richard turned his head and looked at the Lord of the Dune in front of him with his body decaying and his face covered with wrinkles through the rusty cage, and said slowly.

"Matile, although the treasure has been lost, it was not caused by any concealment. My promise is always valid."

"Next, I will build a new city in the Eternal Land."

"You can get in there and help me manage it."

As he spoke, he looked at him thoughtfully.

"Before that, you need to work as a teacher in Twilight City for a period of time to help the residents become literate."

Help residents become literate? ?

The previous words made the Lord of Dune relax, but when he heard these words, he was completely confused.

Are you kidding me?

He is the majestic Lord of the Dunes, once in charge of the Desert of Death, and once touched the realm of the gods. Even though he has been sealed for hundreds of thousands of years, he is still a top existence with extraordinary power. How extraordinary!

Now this damn Lord of Charisma is going to teach those vulgar residents how to read? !

A sense of absurdity came over me.

He said with a bit of disbelief.

"Sir, you mean to ask me to teach the residents of your territory how to read? Are you not a descendant of a noble family?"

Richard said calmly.

"There are no nobles in the Twilight City."

"What you have to teach are the hard-working residents, and they will all be your students."

Literacy classes are working well and new heroes have emerged in various departments recently.

Although the potential is all E-level, low-level existence such as F-level can lead to qualitative changes.

Over time, top heroes will always appear.

When the Lord of Dune heard this, he felt bad.

The hard-working residents are all my students?

Thinking of those poor people who were sweating stinkingly and exuding a smell that made people cover their noses sitting in front of him, laughing with their yellow and black teeth, and asking him all kinds of incomprehensible questions, I wanted to die at this moment.

He is the Lord of the Dunes! !

Still unwilling to give in, he asked with a bit of temptation.

"Sir, I know a lot of knowledge about magic and top-level skills. Maybe I can teach those nobles, well, those heroes who have certain knowledge."

Richard decisively refused.

"No, Twilight City currently lacks top talents like you to teach ordinary residents. They need to broaden their horizons."

Broad vision?

The Lord of Dune felt a sense of absurdity.

A group of residents who only know how to work hard need to broaden their horizons?

Do they know what lies beyond the Desert of Death? Do they know what magic is? Do they know how valuable knowledge is?

My heart was full of sadness, but all the rebuttals were suppressed after seeing those unquestionable eyes.

An image of the Kobold God collapsing on the ground suddenly appeared in his mind. If he refused, he would die.

When the inner bottom line is exceeded once, the second time, there is no more psychological baggage.

He had lowered his head in order to survive, and what he did now seemed to be no big deal.

Forcibly suppressing his emotions, the Lord of Dune lowered his high head.

"Follow your orders."

Richard smiled.

This big man with a rich past has far from being drained of his value.

"Matile, as long as you work hard, I won't treat you badly."

As he spoke, he motioned to the soldiers guarding the dungeon behind him.

"Remove the shackles on him and ask Karu to arrange a separate room for him."

"In addition, notify Gunter and ask him to protect Maitil during this period."

As soon as the words fell, the soldiers guarding the prison behind him immediately opened the cell and released the Lord of Dune from the cell.

The shackles made of special materials were unlocked, and the Lord of Dune stood in front of Richard again.

At this time, the expression on this former big man's face was particularly complicated.

In just half a day, he went from being a supernatural being who planned to rule the entire Death Desert to becoming a prisoner.

Moreover, he had to pay all his chips to survive, and now he was arranged by the other party to teach a group of vulgar farmers.

But no matter how unwilling he was, he no longer had the intention to get angry or resist.

The weak never have the power to decide their own destiny.

Richard stared deeply into those amber eyes.

He said calmly.

"I know you are extremely unwilling and have a lot of resentment."

"But Mattil, you are a smart man and know how to choose. Do your job well and don't let me or your students down."

After saying that, he turned around and left with the empty crystal coffin.

The fate of the Lord of Dune has been decided by him, and someone will naturally make arrangements next.

Now, more important things are waiting for him to deal with.

At the end of the war, the Twilight City was seriously damaged and suffered a huge loss of troops. There were too many problems to solve.

Even future development plans need to be reorganized.

The Lord of Dune watched Richard's back disappear from sight and let out a sigh of relief.

He turned to look at the soldiers beside him.

"Excuse me, Your Excellency."

The young soldier nodded without saying anything and led him out of the dungeon.

The moment he walked out of the dungeon, the afterglow of the setting sun was reflected in the Dune Lord's pupils.

At this moment, the orange-red sun is setting in the west and is about to sink into the earth.

The non-dazzling light shines on the whole world, covering the roof in front with a layer of golden sand.

This scene made the Lord of Dune almost shed tears.

reborn.

He never wanted to experience that feeling of being on the edge of death and being dragged into the abyss at any time.

When the Lord of Dune was in ups and downs, the soldier who brought him out started talking to several other people.

After a while, the Lord of Dune watched another soldier coming and took him in the opposite direction to the dungeon.

Without saying anything, he followed silently.

On the road, buildings destroyed in the war came into view.

Broken streets, collapsed houses, and arrow towers whose fires have just been extinguished.

The eyes are full of desolation.

The Lord of Dune didn't have much reaction to this scene. He had long been accustomed to war and death.

It stands to reason that after such a fierce war, the city should be filled with sadness and pain.

But the Lord of the Dunes was surprised to find that the residents in this territory were actually repairing various buildings while talking and laughing.

I can't feel any sadness at all.

What puzzled him even more was that there was no numbness, hatred, or fear in the eyes of these residents who were working. Instead, the flashing light was full of hope and expectation.

It was a look he had never seen before.

And this is not just true for one person, but also for ordinary residents passing by.

Vibrant and full of vitality.

It gave him an extremely twisted feeling.

Why does a city built deep in the desert have such emotions?

Did that benevolent lord cast a spell on these residents?

However, I didn’t feel any fluctuations in magic power.

As a ruler, he has conquered many territories and ruled many civilians.

In his impression, those lowly civilians always had only fear, pain and numbness on their faces.

This kind of emotion has never been seen even in other human cities that believe in the God of Justice and the God of Light.

This scene made him feel incredible.

But when he came to his senses, he couldn't help but shake his head.

In addition to providing labor force, what value do the civilians at the bottom have?

Those despicable beings should be enslaved with harsh punishments and made to work endlessly for the territory.

Just squeeze out the last drop of their blood!

There are plenty of people, so if you die, you will die, so what?

Although this scene touched him a little, it did not change his views.

Without looking any further, he followed the soldier to an ordinary residential house.

When I went upstairs, I met a seven or eight-year-old boy, who looked at the Lord of the Dunes with fear and curiosity.

The jackal head is very eye-catching.

The Lord of the Dunes didn't bother to pay much attention to the curious eyes of this kind of human cub. Now, he didn't have any guards to help him drive them away.

When he got to the third floor, he was assigned to a room that was not too big or too small, but fairly clean.

A bed, a dining table, a low armchair, simple and unpretentious furniture.

Compared to the previous palace, this house was simply unattainable.

But the Lord of Dune breathed a sigh of relief. Only with contrast can there be happiness.

Compared to a dark dungeon, this place is more comfortable than any palace.

After the soldier sent him back, he turned around and left without staying any longer, without even a word of warning.

The Lord of Dune waited for the door to be closed and was stunned for a moment.

Just left like that? Aren't you afraid that he will run away?

But thinking about the skill of the Lord of Divine Grace, I had no choice but to smile bitterly.

If the other party could make such a mistake, he wouldn't be stuck here.

After sitting on a short, rough wooden stool in the house for a while, the Lord of Dune seemed to have thought of something, stood up and came to the open window.

Looking at the sky, looking at the afterglow reflecting the colorful clouds, I sighed in my heart.

From now on, I may be imprisoned in this small place forever.

But compared to living, this price is nothing.

As long as you are alive, there is hope.

In the future, he may not be able to regain control of his power and become the supreme master.

After a long time, the Lord of Dune came back to his senses.

Turning around, I saw the residents who were still moving buildings and cleaning the streets.

The dusty clothes on the other party's body and the sweat on their faces made them look very embarrassed.

Thinking of having to teach these vulgar farmers tonight, the Dune Lord felt helpless again.

He didn't understand at all, what was the intention of the Lord of Divine Grace in imparting precious knowledge to these people?

That is knowledge, what a precious thing? !

While he was struggling, he saw from the corner of his eye a few residents passing downstairs, talking and laughing, holding bowls in their hands.

The aroma of meat from the top comes straight up.

Gudong.

The Lord of Dune looked down, swallowed subconsciously, and his stomach growled.

His face became a little embarrassed.

After losing the power of yellow sand, his body can no longer be maintained by magic power. Now, he needs to eat like an ordinary person.

The hunger coming from his body made his hands and feet become a little weak.

But now, he is unfamiliar with the place, where can he get food?

The thought of asking others how to eat makes me feel ashamed.

He is the Lord of the Dunes, and his inner pride does not allow him to do this.

As the time got later and later, there were more and more pedestrians below, and the smell of meat brought by the residents holding rice bowls made the Dune Lord’s eyes red.

But he couldn't help but look at the pieces of meat leaving under his nose.

After the sun sank into the yellow sand, the number of people holding rice bowls gradually decreased, and the meal time passed.

The Lord of Dune listened to his stomach growling and felt that there was no hope in him.

He leaned against the window with dull eyes, looking longingly at the direction where the residents were getting their meals.

I secretly vowed in my heart that when I get out of this prison, I will eat meat hard.

Just when he was so hungry and dizzy, there was a knock on the door.

The Lord of Dune was suddenly awakened.

He turned around quickly, adjusted his robe, and opened the door with weak steps.

I thought it was soldiers from Twilight City who came to escort him for questioning, but around the door, the face of a seven or eight-year-old child appeared in front of him.

The round, rosy face looks a bit cute with a bit of baby fat.

It was the child he saw when he went upstairs.

The other party was holding a bowl with a few pieces of fatty meat piled on top.

"Grandpa, I see you didn't go out at night, so I went to bring you dinner, here~"

With a somewhat shy and childish tone, it was like a heavy hammer hitting the Dune Lord's heart.

Throughout the day, he suffered countless blows and felt the ultimate darkness and despair in this world, and the other person was the first person who truly cared about him.

It's like a ray of sunshine shining in the darkness and lighting up the world.

Those sincere eyes made his heart tremble.

Is this why the Lord of Divine Grace worked so hard to create such an atmosphere in his territory?

Why does it make him have the urge to cry? No, no! He is the Lord of the Dunes!