Blackmoon Town.

Not only had Monte Town grown significantly in the last twenty days, but Blackmoon Castle, which was a material exporter, had also made a lot of money.

People clothed in thick fur pushed carts outside the town's lofty walls, transporting metals, plants, ores, and other items to Blackmoon Castle. The items produced included weapons, armor, and fused magical monsters.

There were at least 100,000 personnel in charge of moving the goods. Those people were refugees who had escaped there during the winter. They had fallen in love with that location after only a few days and had become a part of it of their own accord. Over 100,000 individuals stayed in Blackmoon, bringing the town to life.

Watson's benevolent return appeared at that precise moment. He had lacked manpower when it came to forming a faction. Even if Watson had the fusion system, he could not do it all on his own. He would pa.s.s out from tiredness if he did. Fortunately, Blackmoon Town was not short of people at the time. The greater the number of people, the more efficient it would be.

The two sides of the road going into Blackmoon Town were lined with stores. Those shops were yet to open, and they were all heaped high with fused raw materials. There was not a single item that was less than gold-tier. The beasts that guarded such shops were tens of meters tall. They were all gold-tier beasts, and the shops were formed of giant rock golems.

Monte Town, on the other hand, only obtained a large number of silver-tier equipment. Gold-tier equipment was considered a treasure, although it was used at Blackmoon Castle—anything less than gold-tier was plain garbage.

Everyone felt the same way, from the manor owners of Blackmoon Castle to the refugees who had just arrived.

“The raw materials in that batch are gold-tier porcelain acquired from Monte Town. To avoid a collision, hold and position it lightly.”

“That is the gold-tier goatskin parchment that Margaret purchased for me. What else can be done to keep fire, lightning, and vibration at bay? I don't remember.”

Vincent patted his head as he commanded his subordinates.

Zeke, Zenoah, and Peter had taken a trip to Monte Town, and Watson had gone to the area around the Dragonspine Snow Mountain. Only he, Nindy, Margaret, and Scarlet had remained at home.

Nindy was busy training the mages while Scarlet rode towering magical beasts every day in Blackmoon. Margaret hid in her room for an unexplained cause, and she practiced archery too. Margaret was always outside when Watson was home. Vincent had no idea how Watson had done it. Margaret had refused to leave her room no matter what he said.

Margaret would occasionally make bizarre requests to him, such as purchasing waterproof and fireproof paper. She explained that she frequently destroyed the ma.n.u.script accidentally, and she only had indestructible goatskin paper. That would not have occurred. Vincent was puzzled. How could one write on waterproof paper?

“I don't know when Watson will return. Life has gotten boring when Watson is not here.”

Vincent could not stop sighing. As one of the Blackmoon Castle's young masters, he did not need to command his subordinates to move the goods personally, but he was too bored.

Every day, he witnessed the increase of resources and gold coins in Blackmoon Castle; they had to fill one storehouse after the other. After he became wealthy, he felt that the so-called money was merely a number to him. His existence was no longer as intriguing as it once had been. He used to have at least one aim to earn a living. At that moment, even if he spent money like dirt every single day, it was not as fast as the increase of wealth in Blackmoon Castle.

The life of the rich was extremely dull and monotonous.

A continuous stretch of dark shadows loomed in the distance of Blackmoon Town just as he was sighing. That swath of shades moved quickly, virtually pa.s.sing in front of Blackmoon Town in a second, and the earth trembled with it. When Vincent got closer, he noticed the black shadows were actually big groups of black rats. The ground, which had previously been blanketed in snow, was covered in snowflakes. Almost all of the vegetation and pebbles that grew on the ground had been devoured.

Some of those rats were monstrous. They were floating in the air with six wings on their backs. The remaining rats had plants and hard ores in their mouths. They crushed them with their sharp jaws and smashed their food in a matter of seconds. Some of the rats grew in size, while others split in half.

There were at least a hundred thousand of those rats. The number of those rats had climbed by a tenth during the race.

Vincent's att.i.tude changed when he saw the rats racing toward Blackmoon Castle. He remembered Watson had already gotten rid of the magical beasts around the Misty Forest and the Dragonspine Snow Mountain. Why were there so many magical beasts left?

A bright light appeared in the sky just as he was about to urge Blackmoon Castle residents to be on high alert and ready to confront those magical beasts. A ma.s.sive magical array arose, and some ten familiar figures emerged from it. Watson was the leader.

“Watson is back.”

Vincent's eyes glowed. Everyone, even the refugees in charge of transporting the goods and the guards in Blackmoon Castle, raised their heads to look at the sky with joy.

“Young Master Watson is finally back.”

“Those rats are nothing to Young Master Watson.”

They continued with their work.

They demonstrated a high level of professionalism. No one was concerned about the goldbiter rats that were about to arrive.

Roar!

The roar of a magical beast followed as the Golden Flash and Emperor Cluck Tyrant took flight. The Platinum Dragon King and the hybrid Phoenix's cries crisscrossed and resounded over the sky.

“This is the Blackmoon Castle!”

Sylvan was moved as he looked down at the enormous walls that stretched for dozens of kilometers, burning with lava flames, and the tall buildings that rose and collapsed within the walls.

That was his first visit there. He had heard about Blackmoon Castle's strength, but he had not cared about that. The scene in front of him, on the other hand, had left him in a state of astonishment.

Every house below was built from the bodies of giant rock golems. A team of over 100,000 workers was hauling supplies back and forth outside the dwellings built of those rock golems. When Sylvan looked closer, he discovered that the items those folks were transporting were gold-tier items, or at the very least silver-tier.

Fairy Castle did not even have as many people, and even their supplies were insufficient.

Sylvan was taken aback when he noticed that the sunlight above his head was obstructed, forming a cloud. That caused him to elevate his head subconsciously; he saw a castle the size of a hill floated above his head. The castle was as incisive as a sword. Its surrounding rock base was loaded with thick and lengthy gun barrels; it was dark and menacing.

“It is a floating city in the sky. How did he manage to achieve it?” Sylvan was utterly dumbfounded.

He could accept Blackmoon Castle's distinctive giant rock golem dwellings and a large number of resources. He had the ability to call giant rock golems as well, and if he worked hard enough, he could replace all of the houses in Fairy Castle with them. He could direct the collection of valuable resources from all over the border, but it was the first time he saw a building floating in the sky. He had no idea how it worked.

Nightingale and the other shadow guards, as well as Lilith and Antonio, appeared beside him. They were not startled because they had seen the new Blackmoon Castle, but Lilith took a closer look. She could not help but praise it.

“The elemental giants are an extremely powerful race. Even 10,000 years ago, using giant rock golems to erect buildings was considered a luxury. And this city floats in the air. I think only the angel species have achieved the art of building a city in the sky! “It is as expected of my honorable master—this should be the most powerful building in the world.”

When Sylvan heard that, the corner of his mouth twitched. He wanted to respond, but he did not know what to say. He had to concede that, while he did not know how that had happened, the growth of Blackmoon Castle had progressed to the point that he could not keep up.

He was not sure if Blackmoon Castle was the world's strongest building. He could only agree that, on the surface, Blackmoon Castle had far surpa.s.sed the Fairy Castle. It was not an exaggeration to say it was the most powerful force on the border.