Level 3 Type Medium Fortified village Name None Controlled Area 16 square kilometer Residents 140/2000(+80/Day) Combat force 4 Corruption/Loyalty 80%/100 Requirement to reach next level: Having combat force more than 120, more than 10 Production related buildings and 2 Combat-related buildings

Waking up in the morning, Anton observed how his small village changed. Unlike previous tents, right now legit little houses surrounding his village hall. A few meters away from houses stood mills and farms constantly producing a daily necessity for his people while four observation towers watching over surrounding with vigilance.

"Good morning, my lord."

Hearing a familiar honey-like voice, Anton looked towards the source and found Ishmerai standing beside him with a usual mysterious smile while wearing her provocative robe.

"Good job."

Without any change in his expression, Anton replied as same he couldn't help but compliment Ishmerai's work as she is one who managed civilian buildings and resources. Even though she has a bad personality and still seeing him as a tool, unlike other idiots who inherited their seats, she is still a first-generation high priestess who once built cult that controlled the whole empire.

"Ishmerai, there are two types of people I hate most, first is hypocritical one, second are betrayers. It is fine to be coward everyone wants to live even a few more seconds. It is alright to have two faces there is no person can say they never even once lied to get what they want. If you're not one of those two people, then it's okay.

Hearing Anton's word, Ishmerai felt everything exposed in front of piercing blue eyes. Even though it didn't aim for anyone, she knows her lord telling her to be honest and didn't have to fight if she didn't want to.

'Is this one who I met at night?'

Violent and cold one or calm and carefree one which one is a real one face of her lord, there is the only way to know the real one.

'Heh, let me see lord are you really worthy of my trust.'

"Yes, my lord."

With her usual smile, Ishmerai replied Anton with a simple bow.

"As expected, well, the great wall didn't build for the day."

Anton knows Ishmerai's bow to him is just a courtesy, nothing more nothing less. With a nod, Anton followed by Ishmerai beside him, went to blacksmiths to check its work.

"Just as you requested lord, we finished making another batch of pieces of equipment. As you can see there are 25 spears,20 shields, and 20 bows. Then there are also 20 simple armors made by tailors."

Blacksmith presented neatly arranged weapons to Anton. Unlike other games except for a few unique ones' units don't just appear from thin air when one pays its cost. Just like in real like people, people must be trained in special buildings and equipped to became units.

A stronger unit is more resource and people are required despite having lesser numbers created as a result. For example, there is a special unit with 60 in rank, but required to spend 360 people, and reason can be explained by harsh training or finding a unique constitution.

Spearmen with shield Basic infantry / 100 Description Lightly armored soldiers who armed with shield and spear. As the backbone of any army, those infantries can face any kind of horror and hold their ground Trait Shielded: It can block arrows, bolts, some melee attack, but it ineffective when faced with magic or magical weapons.

Spearwall: When it is bolstered this unit can efficiently fight against cavalry and some monsters.

"Still a few pieces of equipment away huh."

Anton scratched his head in frustration as he read the price of Spearmen with a shield. Then he noticed a man from blacksmith still standing beside him while doing fake cough to attract his attention.

"Speak."

"Ah, yes my lord It would be our pleasure to make weapons to fight against the army of old gods but there are limits for our current equipment."

"So?"

"*Cough*I wanted to ask when Lord will upgrade the blacksmith and tailor."

With a fake cough, old blacksmith secretly opened his eyes to observed Anton. Seeing there is no chance on his lord's expression what so ever the old man began to sweat a little bit, thinking he may be stepped bit over his bonds.

Then he glanced at his lord's new aide and High priestess at that moment their eyes met. At that moment Old blacksmiths realized she already saw through his poor act.

"Don't try your luck old man reason your existence to help and please our lord. Seems you quite lack faith."

Seeing old man sweating river by a single sentence Anton again realized he is in the real world, not a game. His people are real people, not some resources that can be used wherever he wishes.

"Ishmerai, stop he is right what use of faith when it doesn't have the power to protect it. But right now it is not a time to upgrade, as right now we severely need some food."

Anton already knew the reason behind Ishmerai's act was to establish her power over people strengthening her position as a high priestess. Leaving the old man behind Anton spoke to Ishmerai with a calm tone.

"I know what are you thinking and planning, the will be plenty of chances for the future but not right now. And depending on your act you can even request something from me but don't forget there will punishment as well."

Anton knows some like Ishmerai extremely useful for someone like him who doesn't have much experience in politics. If he can earn her loyalty she can easily turntable in the discussion. That is why he decided to try a carrot and stick approach, he doesn't know it gonna work on her but he doesn't know unless he tries it.

"Hooh seems lord and I are quite similar than we thought."

Ishmerai said as she tried to get closer but her approach immediately dodged by Anton leaving her grabbing an empty air.

"Don't forget you still a bitch in my eyes if you wanted to be treated like a human then you gotta earn it. Now follow me to the forest I need to find a mana vein."