"...Also, after the 'Immigration Act' comes into effect, during this first open season, send me more people over. I don't care which country in the Alliance they're from. By the way, spread the word about the advantages of the Duchy, I don't mind if you exaggerate a bit. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

For example, the Duchy discovered a huge gold mine, and every gold digger strikes it rich; in the Duchy, one person's work feeds the whole family; every family has a standalone villa... Let's get the people here first, I won't let them regret it.

And the elite intelligence agents I asked for, once ready, I will directly initiate a [Dream Cruise] to pick them up, and the deployment of the [Faceless Man] should be as fast as possible..."

"Consider it done, leave it to me, I will personally select the people to ensure your satisfaction! And the Pan Continent organization you wanted to contact, 'Red Maple Academy Alliance,' has replied, they will visit you in the New Continent in a while..."

On the other end of the video communication, Liweina patted her chest, causing a quite impressive surge, making Aiven feel a bit dizzy on this end.

Though Aiven's demands were many, wasn't it natural to make the sponsor feel like a gentle breeze caressing their face?

Having received the "Essence Fruit" of a Sea God's Son from Aiven remotely, Liweina was well aware that consuming the entire fruit would likely allow her to reach Tier 3 Peak without any side effects.

Such top-tier treasures that not even the royal families could possess made Her Majesty the Queen exceptionally enthusiastic.

Ending the communication, Aiven propped his chin up as he sat in the study of the White Swan Castle.

During this period, Miss Olivia, the Governor, was preparing for the Tier 3 promotion ceremony, forcing Aiven to handle many matters personally, constantly busy running between the School and the White Swan Castle.

Aiven had long understood that using whips and decrees was difficult, but leveraging benefits was simple. This applied to the commoners struggling in their hometown, and certainly to the beautiful Her Majesty the Queen.

He had plenty of pirates on hand, but very few had received specialized intelligence training. Apart from Bess's [Mind Network], only a part of the former privateer fleet scouts were usable.

In terms of professionalism, they were no match for the Kingdom's intelligence personnel. Even if they acquired the [Faceless Man]'s bloodline, sending them directly would expose many vulnerabilities, failing to infiltrate the enemy's ranks.

Of course, while 'bribing' Liweina, Aiven also hadn't forgotten his own people.

The most likely to advance to Tier 3 Great Knights in a short time were those who had followed him the longest: Gary and "Iron Bone" William, along with Robert who served as Army Commander.

Especially "Iron Bone" William and Robert, who had been honing their skills at Tier 2 Peak Level for many years, they wouldn't need long to attempt a breakthrough to Tier 3 Great Knight. Moreover, the [Magic Potion: Giant Beast Breath] required for the breakthrough was fully taken care of.

Another was the veteran member of his sister's crew—the Chief Navigator, Jasmine. Eight years ago, Anita had provided her with the extraordinary trait of the "Iron Armor Sea Horse," including dragon species traits, controlling fish shoals, and high-speed regeneration ability.

After advancing to Tier 3 "Tide Hunter," apart from greatly enhancing the extraordinary ability to interpret tides and celestial phenomena, she could also command sea beasts, both ordinary marine life and multiple sea monsters.

For a dignified Duchy, relying solely on top Peak Extraordinaries was unhealthy. Once they advanced successively, the extraordinary power within the Duchy wouldn't be as lacking.

Swish, swish, swish...

Aiven signed a series of administrative orders, especially deliberating repeatedly on the distribution of extraordinary resources, striving for the maximal utilization of available resources.

Meanwhile.

The afternoon sunlight was just right, an elegantly poised lady was sipping a cup of red tea in the lounge next to the study wall.

"Ah, good tea, even better tea set, as expected, the secular royal family knows how to enjoy..."

Her long hair was curled into waves, her clothing was vintage yet not outdated, with features exquisitely crafted like a delicately carved doll, holding an ivory folding fan.

Yet, her presence hadn't drawn any attention from the Night Spirit maids or the "Tower Spirit" within the castle.

In this spacious lounge, identical figures of the lady walked around continuously, as if each had an independent thought, assessing the room's decor.

While the conclusions from various viewpoints differed, there was a consensus...wealth!

Actually, since the first collaboration last year involving goods trade centered on steel, textiles, grains, furs, sugarcane, dairy, and porcelain, among others, occurred at least once a month.

The lady had long been well-informed of the Duchy's prosperity.

Suddenly.

Thud..thud..thud..

The sound of military boots came from the next room, and those moving figures wavered and vanished. Yet, in every reflective surface of the room, a figure approached the lady on the sofa.

When Aiven, after completing his work with great efficiency, stepped out of the study.

He was startled to see a finely crafted, doll-like beautiful lady gently set down the bone china teacup she held, raising her brow and coldly remarked:

"Mr. Red Fir, you've made quite a deal!"

Aiven was alarmed, surprised that he hadn't detected her presence in his Spiritual Sensing before she spoke. If not for the motion of setting down the teacup, one might have thought it was a phantom.

"You are... Lady Kingfisher!"

After a brief hesitation, upon realizing her meaning, Aiven suddenly recognized her as the library administrator with the Crowned Mage Level from the "Turin Grand Library"!

Due to the library's trait of forgetting all information upon exit, he made the connection through association. Only such a formidable being could evade his Spiritual Sense and "Tower Spirit," silently infiltrating the White Swan Castle.

However, recognizing her identity, Aiven's expression turned slightly unnatural, as the corner he had just started digging was already discovered.

Hurriedly diverting the topic, he stepped forward to greet:

"Hahaha, Lady Kingfisher, why didn't you inform me in advance about visiting my home? Please be sure to stay for dinner tonight, so I may fulfill my duties as a host."

I saw the Crowned Witch, whose power is unfathomable, rise and walk step by step to Aiven, smiling faintly:

"No need to be so tense, I don't eat people.

Moreover, rather than saying the 'Truth Gate' is a school, it's more like a shelter for witches to huddle together for warmth. I also hope Serra and Clareesa sisters can have a good future."

But before Aiven could let out a deep sigh of relief, the other party reached out a delicate and graceful hand and gently waved it:

"I've just seen them, and this is the witches' own choice. I won't trouble you, bring out the dowry!"

"Ah?!"

Aiven's face was a spectacle. His mind was already running at high speed, thinking of countless explanations. Only he didn't expect that this level of "senior expert" would be so... straightforward.

"Ah, what? Do you want to free-ride off our 'Truth Gate School'?"

Kingfisher's brow instantly furrowed. Before coming, she had prepared a forty-meter long saber, but it wasn't for chopping people, rather for slicing flesh.

The loss was the powerful force of one Upper-Rank Wizard and two Senior Official Wizards.

Celebes Island is narrow and sparsely populated, merely a facade of prosperity. Who can understand the bitterness within? If they were living well, who would constantly yearn to return to the Old Continent for development?

Although even as the chief, she didn't expect to complete the [Truth Embodiment]. It's actually okay to lose one or two "bricks," but rarely encountering a rich patron, why not seize the opportunity?

However, seeing this scene, Aiven finally let out a sigh of relief, just afraid you'd be stubbornly resistant. When you mentioned this, I really got excited.

"Madam, your thinking is wrong, teaching one to fish is better than giving one fish."

"What?"

He pulled her back to the sofa, poured a cup of tea diligently:

"Let's first have a cup of tea, and listen to my slow bluffing... cough, explanation. I wonder if you and the witch ladies under your command have any interest in coming to live on the Duchy's lands?"

The sun outside was gradually sinking, and a whispering could be heard in the reception room:

"Legal status, double pay, paid vacation, public tourism... Haven't you heard, 'Hoeing the crops at noon, sweat dripping off in dirt', come to Saint Aiven, fifteen thousand a day..."

Like a devil's enticing persuasion.

The witches themselves surely wouldn't dare relocate en masse to the New Continent, but with protection from a Duchy endorsed by the Goddess, it's quite different.

Aiven had already made the "Galliot National University Construction Plan," and beforehand, he had Liweina help contact the "Red Maple Academy Alliance" precisely for this.

Three brilliant roses are good indeed, but it doesn't hinder him from coveting the rose garden. Moreover, witches encompass all kinds, making them perfect candidate teachers for every subject.

...

At this moment.

But who else is struggling for livelihood besides witches?

Old Continent, the most powerful and populous "Elemental Breathing School" finally thoroughly agreed on terms with the Hilus Empire, appearing on the Lowland Republic's battlefield.

Not only offering various secular conveniences, but also, unlike the "Original Sect," the "Tinder Sect" can provide them lots of quality resources produced by the Celestial Realm.

Highly attractive to the fire element branch "Flame Dragon Curse Seal" and wind element branch "Hurricane's Nest," they are also the most enthusiastic among the four branches.

Moreover.

Initially during exploration in the "Broken Star Sea", Wizards infected by the [Corrupting Blood] had drastically changed in appearance, The Ancient God placed them on a battlefield far from the "Broken Star Sea." As long as they weren't seen by someone from their own school firsthand, who could differentiate their origins?

Yet these two were different, the battlefield was blazing and flashing lightning, even Hilus's intelligence personnel saw clearly, naturally, they would investigate thoroughly.

Nonetheless, two Great Wizards respectively belonging to "Flame Dragon Curse Seal" and "Hurricane's Nest" came in coalition, but quickly retreated shortly after penetrating the Republic's defense line.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two figures in wizard robes flew rapidly in the front.

Sizzle——

The rolling long spears of flame, the whistling gust of wind shuttle shot backward like a torrential rain, having little effect on the pursuing "thing."

"Hehehehehe..."

The thing chasing closely wasn't much bigger than a young child, yet like a mummy aged through thousands of years, dried and withered. A skeletal thin neck held up a bald head and a shriveled face.

The small body was bound in a shroud, akin to a terrifying shriveled stillbirth, never breathing since birth. Thin arms grew bony black claws, clutching a golden staff.

This dreadful thing kept issuing strange laughter from its throat, subjecting one to ongoing [Lost Will] appraisal.

"Evil God of Burial's subordinate magic system Crowned Demon——[Withered Tomb Duster] Quache Utos?! Why are you here?"