The last thing that was discussed with the Scarians was the fact that they’d be building a library of sorts in the City. It will contain books on various different topics of the Multiverse. From the history of fallen powers, to recipes for making ancient desserts.

  I thought it would be a massive addition to the City, I’m sure everyone here can benefit from learning more about this world we were living in.

  After they left the meetings continued.

  Next came Elves.

  All the movie directors on Earth would probably feel extremely validated by their appearance.

  They quite literally matched every piece of media I’ve seen that described Elves. Well not the Christmas type Elves, but the ones that lived in woods and what not.

  Two tall and lean built Elves with long flowing hair walked into the conference room with graceful steps.

  Literally looked like picture perfect Elves. How had we gotten it so right?

  It was weird.

  “We humbly greet the City Lord. We are in representation of the E’Salen. My name is Sylvian La’cray.”

  “And I am called Hestia La’cray.”

  “It is nice to meet both you. My name is Raizen.”

  The meeting with the La’cray sisters turned out to be the quickest of the bunch. Apparently, their only goal on Earth was to gather any new plant life and things native to this Planet.

  In other words, they were here for new resources.

  I mean I guess as long as they don’t take every last piece of foliage we got then It should be fine.

  They gave me a bag of seeds and would stay around to help the City plant them.

  I was feeling a bit drained by now but there was one more meeting to go through.

  Three stocky individuals walked in the room. Two women and one man. All three of them were barely five feet in height but had muscles bulging out of their clothes.

  Dwarves.

  So, we managed to get the looks of Dwarves right too?

  It can’t be just a coincidence. I’ll have to ask Elder Zal about it.

  Anyway, just as I was ready to see a greeting like all the others before it. The Dwarfs did something that made me raise my eyebrow.

  Hands placed diagonally across their chest, and a slight bow. Not a full 90 degrees, but enough to showcase their sincerity.

  “The Great Dwargon greets the Young Patriarch. May our Hammers continue to Forge a path through Eternal Flames. We also send greetings to the Presiding Elder.”

  That…sounds deeper than what it should. Plus, they know that I am a Patriarch of Infernals. Even the words at the end…forging a path through Eternal Flames eh.

  Plus, a greeting for Elder Zal.

  Hm.

  These Dwarfs aren’t just a regular faction I see…

  “We are from the Dwargon Federation. The most powerful and oldest Dwarven Organization in the Multiverse. We have been in existence for as long as your people and our paths have crossed multiple times.

  “Sometimes it was as enemies in a war, other times it was as simple as a customer and blacksmith relationship.

  “In this instance, we would prefer if it was closer to the latter kind of crossing paths. In the spirit of cooperation, we hope to build a smithy in this City and be the dedicated forgers for your future armies.

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  “All we ask from you is to maintain a continued non-aggressive relationship on this Planet and in this Universe. What say you, Young Patriarch?”

  First of all, this faction clearly has significant history with Infernals. So, I need to go about this carefully.

  There are two things I need to consider.

  The Smithy that already exists in this City. I don’t want to spit in the face of the Olirag Clan for no good reason. They helped me and this City out so there’s no need to invite another smithy on the level of the Dwargon Federation just yet.

  And even if I did so, there’s no need to sign any type of exclusive contract with them.

  Jrino and especially Greja have been a big help to both me and this City, so I’ll do them this favor.

  Now instead of opening up a new smithy…I’m going to potentially risk this relationship with the Dwargon Federation by asking what might be an offensive question.

  “I don’t think we need an additional smithy just yet, but instead of that I have a different idea.”

  The Dwarfs frowned slightly but didn’t interject.

  “I’ve heard Dwarves love their ale. Is it possible to help build and operate a brewery here instead?”

  If I had a camera with me, I would have wanted to take a picture of the faces they made after my question was aired.

  I don’t think I’ve ever seen grins that wild and equally wide.

  They even started laughing loudly in the room.

  “HAHAHAHA!! A BREWERY?! HAHAHA!! BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU ASK FOR YOUNG PATRIARCH! YOUR CITY WILL BE DRUNK FOR A GENERATION BY THE TIME WE’RE DONE! AHAHAHA!”

  It was one of the women who yelled that out in between her loud laughter.

  Well, I guess we got that right too. Dwarfs love beer.

  A few days passed and all of the envoys were still here for one reason or the other.

  The City was every hectic as build sites for the library and the brewery were determined and immediately broke ground on.

  Jobs were created and plenty of buzz surrounded both projects.

  Even the Elves and their seeds created some stir once we learned what all the seeds were for.

  Some of them grew into special herbs that could be used in potion making for all sorts of things, while there were even a few fruit trees. One of which being a spiritual fruit of sorts, though it would take years to actually grow…but we had longer lives for the most part now, I guess.

  Actually, that might not be fair to say. Although we indeed had a lot of Qi Refinement Cultivatorts now, and a whole host of Body Tempering Cultivators trying to reach it. That wasn’t everyone.

  Once the pressure of the Tutorial was removed and people got used to the safety of the City, a vast majority of individuals stopped cultivating altogether. Instead choosing to just live regular lives away from it all.

  Now, with a brewery and even a library being built, more recreational activities were sprouting up, which will help give the City some life.

  Anyway, the only envoys that hadn’t really done anything thus far were the mermaid like women. They’ve just been spending the past few days near the harbor.

  Well, I’m sure they’ll reach out when they’re ready.

  Now even though there is a lot of buzz surrounding the building projects. Neither of them was the most important thing to happen in the City.

  Instead that was a milestone reserved for the Glacial Heart Fruit.

  In fact, it was so big a milestone that everyone who knew of its existence had to swear to me never to disclose it.

  It’s not something a City whose City Lord was only at the middle stage of Qi Refinement should have access to.

  The second I showed it to Greja she immediately moved us to the second floor of her shop and activated plenty of formations to block intrusion. Of course, it didn’t block Elder Zal.

  It was that serious.

  Apparently, it was quite a rare fruit. It is not necessarily rare once you take the whole Multiverse into consideration, but rare enough that circumstances that cause them to grow will likely only ever happen in one place per planet, sometimes per galaxy.

  Two things needed to happen.

  One, a living Dungeon needed to be born, and two, a living Dungeon needed to be born in an area rich with Ice Qi.

  And even if both conditions were met, that didn’t mean Glacial Heart Fruits would even appear there.

  Yet there was one here.

  Of course, I had no idea what a living Dungeon was, so this was also a moment to learn about it as well.

  It was also somewhat shocking, but not as much as the Glacial Heart Fruit. A living dungeon was one that somehow gained life and didn’t operate within the rules of the System.

  Instead of following the pattern of having an identifiable location, specific objects and failures for punishments, it usually lacked all of that.

  There likely wasn’t a Keeper of Ice in the mountain…and the thing that looked at us was probably the Dungeon itself.

  It was really weird to think about.

  Yet it still didn’t compare to the fruit.

  The fruit actually had two functions. One, it was delicious. Two, it would instantly give anyone who ate it the ability to use Ice Qi.

  That was massive.

  Anyone.

  It didn’t matter what cultivation you were.

  Or at least that is what Greja knew.

  She wasn’t sure if it affected those above the Nascent Soul Realm or not, but it was guaranteed from Nascent and below.

  I had a natural advantage when it came to Infernal Qi, but a regular person with no type of alignment trying to convert their Qi to something else? It could take decades, maybe even hundreds of years, if they were truly unlucky.

  Yet here we had something that could reduce that time to practically nothing and even guaranteed the success rate.

  It was very valuable.

  It is so valuable that we would need to actually send people there to guard it.

  That would be a challenge.