Chapter 741
Year 32,856 of the Era of Adepts. The 12th day of the 5th month of the year.
The first group of goblin apprentices that had been recruited passed through the interplanar portal and appeared in the public teleportation room on the first floor of the White Tower.
Little Locke was the youngest among these goblins.
Short statures half that of a human’s, wide feet, coarse, dark green skin, crooked noses, and large, limp ears; this was how green goblins ordinarily looked.
Little Locke might have been more handsome than most, but all goblins looked the same to other races. He didn’t appear to be any different from his peers.
Sadly, even with the forcefield barrier of the tower, most goblins were still pressed against the cool floor by the vast and profound planar consciousness the instant they appeared in the World of Adepts. Many frail goblins had even fainted without a sound already.
The individuals in charge of the teleportation seemed to be prepared for such a scene. Several young men and women in apprentice garb walked into the teleportation array and fed the goblins some sort of blue potion. Meanwhile, they did not do anything to those who were still conscious.
Little Locke had always been an individual with a healthy body since he was a kid. Though he also felt that ubiquitous and constant heavy pressure crushing down on his body and spirit, he still managed to endure it successfully and did not fall unconscious.
Wasn’t it just some shiny gold coins, ugly oil paintings, vases, and animal hides? What use was it to obtain this ‘trash’ from them through trade? It was important to note that the only real currency among adepts was magical crystals.
That was why Snowlotus couldn’t help but be confused by Lord Greem’s thoughts, so much so that she even found them ridiculous and funny. Still, the Crimson Clan was his. The White Tower was his. Whatever it was that he wanted to do, she should just let it be.
Snowlotus was basically watching every development of the White Tower with the curious attitude of a bystander!
“Lady Snowlotus, how are the civilians you have been recruiting on your side?”
“Don’t worry about it, Adept Meryl. Leader Alice has been very concerned with the plan after I sent news of it back to the Tower of Fate. She has already started conscripting civilians from the few nearby subordinate territories. The first group of civilians to migrate over will arrive in two months; they will number three hundred. You guys had best have the preparation work completed by then.”
“Three hundred people? Two months?” Meryl couldn’t help but mumble and repeat the numbers. Old Fox Vanlier, on the other hand, immediately started moving his brush and recording the numbers.