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. Although very rare, a kind of aromatic plant grew in the jungle near Niailan town, and wild beasts were very attracted to this plant, but because of its high value, many people still went to collect this plant for trade. 

With these two kinds of convenient conditions, even when the town of Niailan was far from the city of Dolez, it still had a certain degree of prosperity. 

Today was the end of the tender season. The town was as calm and peaceful as ever. The morning breeze blew over the gravel-paved 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 packed their rucksacks, and the children ran around and played as always. Everything looked no different than usual. 

But today, this small town of Niailan, which had been calm for decades, was about to welcome an uninvited guest............ 

On a hillside outside the town, at some unknown time, a gorgeous carriage just stopped. Two tall horses pulled this carriage decorated with gold. Anyone could tell from the luxury of the carriage that the owner was wealthy and extravagant. 

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. This domineering and chic image of this young man had captured the hearts of all the onlooking young girls in a flash. 

But even though the love in their hearts was beyond words, still no one dared to approach the young man who was just a little farther away, as no matter whether it was the mysterious golden runes on the robe of the young man or the lingering sense of danger, both were the indication that the other party 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.

……

Obviously, this young man, who came down from the carriage, was Punk. He chose such a relatively prosperous but quiet town as his subsequent research and study base for the next century.

…..

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. 

Recalling how the little Lolita looked like when she showed off her "achievements" in 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 same spell that McNeesey used to "broadcast" his voice to the whole city. As an official-level spell, its sound was loud enough to make people hear the broadcast's content within half of a large city. 

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 sophisticated, so even a small interruption wasn't permissible, 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 rampant. 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.