116 The Magical Uses of Tree People

When Bacchus left, his head was still spinning. Seeds were such precious commodities, and obtaining them so easily was astonishing. There were plenty of wheat and peas, both being exceptionally valuable seeds.

What shocked him the most was that these seeds seemed like gifts from the Earth itself, as there were an abundance of them. Bacchus even suspected that there might be an Earth Goddess's warehouse beneath Sirius Castle. Besides the gods, who else could store so many seeds?

After a while, Bacchus gathered people to bring out a large quantity of seeds from Sirius Castle. As he looked at these plump seeds, Bacchus couldn't help but smile.

As a farmer, what could make him happier than acquiring enough seeds?

"My lord, how did you acquire these seeds? Look at the quality; they are all high-quality seeds. My goodness, how many gold coins must these be worth?" "Praise the lord, this must have cost a fortune!" "Oh, as expected of a great lord watched over by the gods!"

Bacchus sat in the carriage carrying the seeds and listened to the people below, feeling a sudden sense of ecstasy.

A person watched over by the gods?

He shook his head slightly, thinking about his lord's demeanor once more. "As long as I want, I can obtain it!" This sentence lingered in Bacchus' heart for a long time.

Bacchus suddenly felt that his lord seemed a bit different from the people he had served before. "Do you swear allegiance..." Bacchus fell silent for a moment.

As Bacchus and his group walked away, Aaron and Sparrow withdrew their gazes. They stood at the castle gate, and Sparrow expressed some dissatisfaction, saying, "This Bacchus is truly unappreciative. I've made it clear, yet he still refuses to pledge loyalty!"

Allen waved his hand dismissively when he heard Sparrow's words. "Sparrow, there's no need for that. Bacchus is talented, and I need capable individuals to assist me. As for his loyalty, do you think I need to force it?" Hearing this, Sparrow bowed respectfully and replied, "Of course not, my lord. Your greatness and wisdom are beyond their comprehension."

"Very well, Sparrow, now let's discuss farming tools. I have an idea; I want to establish a large factory solely for my treants and carpenters, specializing in wooden products." "You see, treants are magical beings capable of creating various types of wood, some with magical properties." "It's a vast market, and treants can craft products nearly perfectly." "And we can produce all the farming tools and boats we need using treants."

Allen's words lit up Sparrow's eyes. "My lord, you are a genius! Why didn't I think of utilizing the treants? And our costs will be minimal. Treants only need magic power to create wood, and we can even use raw materials at no cost."

Sparrow broke into a smile.

"Yes, Sparrow, gather all the carpenters. I'll meet them in the central square. I've heard they've grown quite fond of the treants." Sparrow immediately bowed and saluted, "Yes, sir, it'll take just an hour."

With that, the treasurer swiftly mounted his horse and headed towards where the carpenters resided.

The immense city demanded urgency.

An hour later, dozens of carpenters had gathered in the central square, eagerly awaiting Allen's arrival.

Allen approached the carpenters, riding the Silver Moon Wolf. "I apologize for summoning you at this hour," he said politely. "Perhaps you've heard that I've called you here because I intend to build a factory specializing in wooden products, and I need your assistance."

The carpenters began to exchange excited glances.

A factory dedicated to wooden products!

Did this mean the lord was acknowledging their worth and skills?

They could hardly believe how seriously he was taking them! "Sir, is what you're saying true?" one of them asked.

"Of course, I would not deceive you. Why else would I call upon you?" Allen replied with a smile.

"But, my lord, we have no experience in such matters..." one voiced their doubts. . . . . . .

"Don't worry. Have you forgotten how you helped build this great city?"

Allen's words left the carpenters in awe, and then a sense of excitement filled their eyes.

"Sir, do you mean we can..."

Someone began cautiously, but Allen interrupted them.

"Yes, just as you think. This time, treants will join our factory, so, gentlemen, who among you is willing to join us?" Allen's tone remained even, but to the carpenters, it was irresistibly tempting!

Treants!

All the carpenters were breathing heavily.

In truth, after working with the treants, they had no desire to leave their company at all.

Only the carpenters truly understood how perfect the treants were for their profession.

Praise the gods, such perfect beings existed in this world!

Praise the Lord! To discover such perfection! "I'm willing!" "Count me in!" "Me too!" "And me!" The carpenters eagerly raised their hands.

"Excellent. Gentlemen, I hope you can become the pride of Sirius City," Allen concluded with a smile. "Lord, rest assured!"

"We will not disappoint you, my lord!" "You have our loyalty, my lord!" The carpenters were overwhelmed with excitement.

Allen offered a few more words before departing, leaving the scene to Sparrow.

He needed to journey to the vicinity of the Strandforth Mountains, where the treants resided.

As for why they couldn't live within the city, it was solely due to the treants' somewhat unsettling appearance. Apart from the carpenters, ordinary people found it hard to accept the treants' looks.

For this reason, the carpenters had passionately advocated for the endearing nature of the treants, at least in their eyes.

Of course, aside from the carpenters, no one else considered treants as cute.

Thus, the carpenters had lost that debate rather swiftly, and the treants, along with minotaurs and centaurs, didn't seem to have a particular fondness for humans. So, Allen had established their homes near the Strandforth Mountains, far from human settlements, allowing them to live freely.