The town of Niailan was a small town located in the south of the city of Dolez. This town, situated near the vast lush jungle, mainly produced spices. In the jungle near Niailan town, there was a rare aromatic plant that grew. Wild animals were highly drawn to this plant. However, due to its high value, many people still ventured to gather it for trade.
With these two favorable factors, even though Niailan town was distant from the city of Dolez, it still enjoyed a reasonable level of prosperity.
Today was the end of the tender season. The town was as calm and peaceful as ever. The morning breeze over the gravel-covered road, and the nesting crow's endless caw from the branches penetrated the hazy morning mist. The town's people awaken up with enthusiasm, the farmers went to the fields, the hunters prepared their backpacks, and the children ran around playing as they always did. Everything appeared no different from the usual.
But today, this small town of Niailan, which had been calm for decades, was about to welcome an uninvited guest...
On a hillside near the town, at an unknown moment, a fancy carriage came to a halt. It was pulled by two big horses and covered in gold decorations. Anyone could tell from the luxury of the carriage that the owner was wealthy and liked to show off.
Some curious young girls peeked as a figure wearing a robe came down from the carriage from a distance. The young man was radiating a magnificent aura. Also, the light blue robes he was wearing flashed with a soft brilliance that would never appear in their ordinary linen clothes. The confident and stylish appearance of this young man instantly charmed all the watching young girls.
Although the affection in their hearts was strong, none of them dared to get close to the young man who stood a bit further away. The mysterious golden symbols on his robe and the lingering feeling of danger were clear signs that he was a mage.
For the townspeople who grew up hearing the stories of the "Evil mage eats children" from adults, the idea of mage itself represented a mysterious, terrifying, and absolutely unapproachable character.
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Obviously, this young man, who came down from the carriage, was Punk. He picked a fairly prosperous yet peaceful town as the place for his research and studies over the next century.
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Today Punk's mood was very good as after going to the Mage Union, he found a lot of good things and bought all of them with McNeesey's wallet. And when he went back, his business spokesperson, the noble little girl named Lo Lan, who seemed still angry, had not only completed the task but also made cooperation agreements with other three magic shops.
Remembering how the young girl appeared when she proudly displayed her "successes" with a huff, Punk had to admit that although the other party was not mentally mature enough, her talent in business was not really that bad.
"It seems that I do have good judgment."
Punk touched his smooth chin, and a rare smile hung on his face. If there was no more accident for a period of time, he didn't have to worry about the financial aspects of his research plan, so the next important thing for him was to seriously start the study of magic.
But before that, Punk still needed a residence that suited his requirements.
Punk looked around this not-too-high hillside. He planned to build a square tower as an experimental base. The hostile geographical location of this area would help defend against general army attacks, and the wide field of vision would help discover the enemy. Although he couldn't build an actual mage tower for himself right now, but even the ordinary base should have serious defensive measures.
Punk didn't pay attention to the greetings of several apprentice-level professionals from this small town. He didn't have the mind to communicate with this group of ants, and he released a relatively simple official-level spell- Broadcast.
This spell was the one McNeesey used to send his voice across the entire city. Being an official-level spell, it could make his broadcast content heard by people in half of a large city because it was really loud.
Therefore, in this quiet early morning, a loud thunder-like sound was like a heavy hammer suddenly falling on the glass, and broke the peaceful town's atmosphere. The more than 30,000 residents in the entire Niailan town heard Punk's high-profile announcement while enduring pain in their ears.
"I am Punk Saian, an official Mage. I will settle on the southern slopes of this town. I will not accept any visit from anyone, for any reason, at any time. You insignificant ants are not allowed to interrupt my experiment. I hope you remember what I just said."
This was a rather arrogant declaration, but for an official-level powerhouse, this behavior, in a town, where there was not even a trainee-level professional, could be said to be very low-key and generous.
The reason why he came up with such a method to announce his arrival to the whole town was not that he wanted to be in the limelight; after all, there was no point in being in the limelight in front of such a group of weak ordinary people. He just wanted to put those nobles' envoys, who don't know the meaning of "curiosity kills the cat," away from his base.
And according to him, "pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger" or "pretending to be kind and gentle" would be boring and a waste of time. Moreover, the spells he was about to study next were very complex, so even a small interruption wasn't permitable, if not for the situation where it would be difficult to obtain resources if he stayed far from towns, he planned to dig a deep pit into the ground and use it as a research lab.
The domineering speech and style directly scared away those nobles and townsfolk who greeted enthusiastically until now. They live in a world where magic was widespread. Even ordinary people know that if someone could make this kind of wonder that made the whole town's ears buzz, then they were definitely some powerful professional. And most of the professional's temper was irritable, so the timid townspeople did not dare to stay there.
Watching those over-enthusiastic nobles, townspeople, and professionals all left in a panic, Punk nodded in satisfaction. This would also successfully solidify his image as a solitary mage in their hearts, although it would not be enough to completely stop these "fearing the strong and bullying the weak" nobles, Punk believed that after he killed two or three of these idiots indiscriminately who took his announcement in deaf ears, others would not dare to make any more noises.
Looking at the small town with neatly lined up buildings under the hillside, smelling the fragrance of the spice plants in the air, and feeling the swaying green grass at his feet, a feeling of refreshment and joy rose in his heart.
Punk touched the brass ring in his hand, and after feeling the faint fluctuations of the magic book and the magic materials inside, he calmly took out a clear and shiny yellow gem from it...
"It's time to start building a beautiful research base."
The brilliance of Mira and Casa gradually dispelled the misty morning fog, and a new day began.