Chapter 202: The Murlocs' Great Use
Bay Territory.
The Lord's Manor.
Taking a big bite of meat, sav the sweetness of the tender fibers.
As Matthew chewed, he noticed Yaya rubbing her little belly, her fused gaze catg his attentiohought it rare and expio her:
"Are you w why I’m giving such good ditions to these prisoners?"
The little one nodded her head like pounding garlic, ting on her little fingers:
"If we trade them to the Carlisle family, we could get a nice profit—lots of shiny gold s..."
"But we have to feed them every day, and feeding so many people will cost a lot of cute gold s..."
"Even if we spend money, why not give these bes to the people of our owory?"
Matthew didn’t brush off Yaya’s s, despite them seeming like trivial matters.
Instead, after finishing his food, he patiently expined:
"If we sell them to the Carlisle family, we’d have to send a group from the territory, which would affect the territory’s current development."
"By employing these nearly 5,000 people and paying them the territory’s minimum wage, they’ll be very happy and work hard—just look at how motivated they are!"
"And ohey finish their tasks,"
"if they tinue w, we’ll have another batch of reliable bor."
"And if they return home, won’t they spread the word about Bay Territory?"
"The more people the territory has, the more wealth it will gee for us!"
"…"
Matthew expihe retionship between popution and the territory to Yaya.
He emphasized that wealth mainly serves as a tool for circution and guidance.
At first, Yaya was curious, then suddenly uood, nodding her head and saying something that left Matthew both surprised and delighted:
"I get it! The more kobolds there are, the mold they dig up for me."
"I’ll use that gold to buy gear and ons to protect them, and they’ll grow in number, which means I’ll get even mold..."
Affeately patting her head, Matthew was thrilled by Yaya’s insight and happily praised her:
"Exactly! The basic logic is just like that. The menerous we are, the more we get iurn."
"Some people are so stingy, they want to keep everything for themselves, and they end up guarding a pile of worthless junk…"
Nearby, Liana remained silent but mentally took note of Matthew’s words, deeply pting them.
Seeing this, Matthew smiled mysteriously and tinued expiniory matters to Yaya, gently stroking her head.
Matthew firmly believed that talent could be cultivated as long as they were given enough opportunities and resources.
After lunch, Matthew assigned Liana some asks, generously her encement.
Watg her grow little by little gave him a sense of aplishment.
Murloc Castle.
Matthew slowly walked to the highest point of the castle under stru, gazing over the ft expanse of the Misty S.
The vilge chief, Field, who was standing watch, was the busy ruins camp with i, quietly calg when it would be pleted.
The pressure of managing the safety of the Murloc Camp gave Chief Field a profound sense of fulfillment. Seeing his lord’s movements, he poio the endless expanse of the Misty S and sighed:
"If we could make use of the s and develop it, we could establish several cities’ worth of territory."
Matthew didn’t want to dampen Chief Field’s enthusiasm.
But he also wouldn’t tell him that there was no til they dealt with the a bck dragon lurking deep in the s.
However, this didn’t stop Matthew from valuing and utilizing the Misty S.
He poio the distant figures of Bobo and Old Six.
The tter had cleared out the murlo the surrounding area and gathered around 10,000 "subordinates," now showing off their power.
Having already made his pns, Matthew handed over a book of information, and as Chief Field curiously looked at it, Matthew said:
"For us humans, developing the Misty S is incredibly difficult."
"But for murlocs, they produce many useful things."
Murlocs?
If anyone else had said this, the experienced vilge chief Field would have dismissed it.
But ing from his lord, it didn’t seem so unbelievable. Chief Field excitedly took the booklet and ope:
"A pn for cyclical farming of mudfish, bckfish, and s crocodiles?"
Chief Field knew of mudfish.
It was a hardy fish species.
It could survive in the harsh ditions of the Misty S, immuo both floods and droughts.
Mudfish had delicious and fresh meat. In his younger years, Chief Field would occasionally go to the edge of the Misty S to cate to satisfy his cravings.
However, mudfish were very small, only about a finger's length.
They were agile and quick, dartiween mud and roots, making them very hard to catch.
They thrived in the Misty S but were incredibly difficult to harvest, let alone sell in rge quantities.
Otherwise, Bay Territory wouldn’t have relied solely on cod as its staple fish for so long.
Bckfish were simir—they were hardy, reproduced well, and their meat was also delicious, but they were difficult to catch.
These fierce creatures would burrow half a meter into the mud to hunt and live, making human capture nearly impossible.
Additionally, they frequently ged their living areas, making it difficult to trol them manually.
As for s crocodiles, there was o eborate—they were the dominant magical creatures of the Misty S.
When ordinary humans entered them, they were basically doomed!
These huge, ferocious beasts loved ambushing from mud piles.
Some even y in wait by roads, silently waiting for humans or livestock to wander by.
Raising such creatures?
Wasn’t that a joke?
However, as Chief Field gradually read through the pn’s details, the cloudiness in his old eyes brightened with excitement.
He carefully read each word, his expression growing more and more thrilled.
The key to solving the issues with all three y in the vast numbers of murlo the Misty S!
Finally, he smmed the booklet shut, gnced around warily to make sure no one was nearby, and whispered excitedly:
"My lord, if this farming pn succeeds, the entire Misty S will bee our treasure trove!"
Nodding naturally, Matthew watched the figures of Brown and Hawk heading toward the ruins camp, smiling as he replied:
"Why else would I go to such lengths to secure the rights to develop the entire Misty S?"
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