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 In any world, money is an essential aspect. Even in a world where superpowers exist, money remains crucial. Although money can't solve all problems, it can solve at least 70% of the world's issues.

Because of this, Adam had been contemplating various plans to gather money. However, there were several difficulties he couldn't overcome for the time being. One of the best plans was to convert his father's fruit plantation into a coffee plantation and market it. However, he hadn't found coffee trees yet, and moreover, his father might not agree.

"Training class, this method will take quite a while to generate a lot of money. However, if successful, I won't just gain money but also the ability to cultivate various experts rapidly," murmured Adam.

With a combination of mage talent, bond, and Alpha, Adam could record someone's experiences and muscle memories and store them in a database. Then, he could transfer these two things to someone else.

For instance, Adam copied all the memories of fishing expertise and muscle memories from an old fishing expert. He could use bond to transmit these memories to a teenager so that they could experience the old man's expertise. If successful, Adam could produce as many skilled young fishermen as he wanted.

Once again, this illustrated the immense potential of bond when combined with Alpha.

To gather information about a few things, Adam sought out someone from Fiora city's defense forces named Vinswall. Vinswall was a 24-year-old youth who had been in Fiora city's defense force for two years, a force comprising only 500 people.

Adam's request to meet someone from the defense force wasn't taken seriously since Adam was just a child. However, because he was Alphonso's son, the city's defense force didn't refuse his request and sent only Vinswall.

Waiting for Adam's arrival, Vinswall saw a horse-drawn carriage slowly approaching. The carriage eventually stopped, and a handsome 12-year-old boy alighted from it, accompanied by a woman who served as his assistant.

Vinswall promptly greeted the boy, "Welcome to the Fiora city defense force's base camp, Young Master Adam. My name is Vinswall."

"Just call me Adam. Thank you for sparing your time, Mister Vinswall," Adam replied. He was somewhat humble, considering Vinswall wasn't his father's subordinate, although, in truth, Vinswall wasn't a significant figure either.

"Well then, please follow me. I'll take both of you around," invited Vinswall.

Adam nodded slowly and, accompanied by his assistant Celine, followed Vinswall.

"In reality, the city's defense force is quite peaceful. This city is rarely attacked, so most of our work involves maintaining order inside the city, like dealing with thieves, murderers, robbers, swindlers, and so on. However, of course, we don't slack off in our training," Vinswall explained about the Fiora city defense force.

Adam nodded in understanding. As a city not situated on the border, external attacks were very rare, so the role of the Fiora city defense force was now similar to that of the police.

"Is the recruitment system here connected to the national force recruitment system?" Adam inquired.

"No, we only recruit people who failed in the national force recruitment exams and those who couldn't endure fighting on the front lines," replied Vinswall.

The city of Fiora wasn't overly large and was relatively peaceful, so the city's defense force didn't require too many members. Fiora itself was situated in the central region of the Florient kingdom. The Florient kingdom was one of the six human nations bordering the Oziloth forest, where humanoid creatures called Arkmenom thrived.

Arkmenom had bodies resembling humans but stood between 2-3 meters tall, with slender figures and long limbs. They had purple skin and could change its color to blend with their environment. Arkmenom had continuously engaged in massive or guerrilla warfare against humans since ancient times.

"What's the situation on the front lines? Have you ever been there?" Adam asked curiously.

"No progress. There are frequent guerrilla battles between the kingdom's forces and the Arkmenom, but we still haven't been able to expand the kingdom's territory. Even the mages sent from the Florent Mage Association haven't been able to defeat any high-level Arkmenom generals. The endless war has numbed me; I only endured on the front lines for two years before returning here," Vinswall complained about his harsh experiences while on duty at the front lines.

"Can't we make peace with them? After hundreds of years of fighting, we should understand their language, right?" Although the people here classified Arkmenom as an alien race, they had similarities with humans and had created their own culture, so it shouldn't be impossible to attempt peace.

However, Vinswall shook his head. "The magical gems traded in the market are essentially harvested from the bodies of Arkmenom; the Mage Association would never allow peace with them to prevail. I've heard that they often take the corpses of mages too, perhaps for similar reasons."

The benefits both sides gained perpetuated the cycle of war, and one could imagine the countless casualties on both sides since the war's inception.

"What about the national forces? What are they like?"

Vinswall maintained a smile despite his internal complaints. Isn't this kid too talkative? he thought.

"They emphasize individual strength, no hierarchy as usual; the national forces only form small groups consisting of five individuals. Most fights take place in the forest, so these small groups are usually cautious to avoid being ambushed by Arkmenom," explained Vinswall.

Adam continued chatting with Vinswall, asking various questions to satisfy his curiosity. After half an hour of walking, they stopped at the edge of the training field where the city's defense force practiced. Adam, Vinswall, and the maid sat under a lush tree.

"Thank you for answering all my questions, sorry for bothering you."

"No, no, it's an honor for me to assist Young Master. If I may ask, does Young Master intend to join the national forces?" inquired Vinswall, curious. The kid in front of him had asked all the bothersome details about the national forces, so he assumed the kid might intend to join since no mage academy would accept him.

Adam shook his head. The Florent national forces might offer him a path to a higher social status, but he wasn't keen on endangering himself too much; the risks of joining the national forces were too great.

"I intend to create a training class."

Vinswall tilted his head in confusion. "A training class?"