Chapter 734

Even without the eyes of the soul, Ren could see Livlin's thoughts, and seemed to have something very important to tell him, so he said with a smile: "Ma'am, we can be honest with each other, please speak up if you have something to say."

"Okay, my lord."

Livlin was originally not a tangled character, she was capable and decisive, and after several contacts with Renn, she found that the lord was actually a very frank person, without any pretensions, and possessed an affinity that people could entrust loyalty to.

She organized her words, and then asked: "My lord, I don't know what arrangements you have for Santra's residence?"

"Naturally merged into Gotham City."

Ryan answered as a matter of course. He saw that Livlin was reluctant to give up on the blood elf camp he had run for many years, and wanted to retain a certain degree of autonomy. He said seriously: "After Santrajura is included in Gotham, it must be opened to the outside world. , I don’t want a piece of lawlessness in my city.”

Santera's residence is not in Gotham City. For the convenience of the blood elves, a teleportation array must be set up to the predetermined elf area.

If only the blood elves were allowed in, like an autonomous region, there would be a lot of problems.

No matter what race they are, they are more inclined to live with their own kind. If the privileges of Sant's residence are not banned, the blood elves will regard it as their own racial territory, huddle together for warmth, and create a gap with other residents of Gotham City, affecting the cohesion of the entire city.

Wren doesn't have the luxury of turning Gotham into a racial melting pot, but he doesn't want Gotham to become a divided society either.

Therefore, he made sure to open Santera Residence to all residents.

Livlin saw that Ren's attitude was very firm, and sighed, "I understand, my lord. Since this is an order from your lord, then I have to obey."

"Very good." Ren nodded with satisfaction.

Santella's residence is a camp built by Livlin. She has put in so much painstaking effort for decades, but she let her give up with just one word. It can be seen that her loyalty to herself does not mean to be self-respecting.

Livlin thought for a few seconds, and then said: "My family and I will give up this camp and move to Gotham City. But I have a suggestion, please do not disclose Santera's residence to the public. I would rather close it than let outsiders Come in."

"Why?" Ren vaguely guessed the reason.

"The residence of Santra is located deep underground in Abraken, and it is part of the remains of an elf city in the third era." Livlin explained: "The former 'Abraken' was the richest city in the New World, Possessing countless wealth, when the elves withdrew to Auroan, they took only a small part. Most of the wealth was buried underground and turned into treasure."

"For more than three thousand years, the ruins of Abraken have hardly been excavated."

She paused, stared at Ren and said seriously: "And Santra's residence is the gateway to this treasure..."

Ren said in his heart that it was true.

When Raistlin and his teammates first came to Abraken, Paladin Ranger Barack kept talking about the underground treasure here, and he couldn't get it if he wanted to enter Santra's residence.

Now that Livlin is saying the same thing, it looks like the treasure is real.

The third era lasted for more than 5,400 years. During this long time, Abraken was the most brilliant magic capital in the New World, shining like a pearl. The wealth accumulated over five thousand years, even if only a fraction of it can be excavated, is still extremely impressive.

Ren suddenly realized.

No wonder King Regent Asjunger and the upper blood elves were so shocked when they found out that Livlin was going to bring Santera's residence into Gotham City.

In addition to Aschung's personal feelings for Livlin, it is also because of the treasure.

The blood elves are extremely rich, and may be one of the richest races in Ellen Erth. They regard money as dirt, but they are unwilling to let go of the huge treasures of Abraken.

It's just that Santera's residence is Livlin's personal territory, and they have no reason to refuse.

Thinking of this, Ren couldn't help taking a high look at Livlin, only then did he know how much she had paid and how determined she was to leave Yongsong City.

Of course, Livlin is not completely selfless, she also wants something.

One is personal prospects.

The second is the future of the Blood Knight.

"Thank you, ma'am." Ren stood up and said solemnly: "I will take Madam's suggestion and close Santera's residence. I will personally carry out the excavation of Abraken's treasure and invite Madam to help. Women can share one-third of the wealth."

He is not short of money now, but he doesn't think it is too much either.

More money means stronger power, which can speed up the construction of Gotham, and it can also be used elsewhere to play a huge role.

The taste of money ability is simply not too good.

Livlin has been in Abraken for many years, and also built the Santera residence. There is no one in the world who knows more about elf treasures than her. With her guidance, and with my all-seeing eyes, I will be able to unearth the wealth buried in the ground for thousands of years.

In this regard, Rennes has never been stingy.

After giving one-third of the allocation, he promised: "I will do my best to help the lady advance to the holy rank, and the blood of the sun will be supplied in unlimited quantities. As for the treatment of the Blood Knights, my plan is to merge with the Spear Wing Knights." , when the time comes, we will fully respect the opinion of the lady."

Sure enough, when Livlin heard these promises, a smile appeared on her face.

"The generosity of the lord is admirable, but I don't want treasure." Her words surprised Ren, and she said seriously: "I am willing to exchange the treasure for a promise from the lord, that blood elves living in Gotham City will be treated equally."

Ren gave her a deep look.

This blood elf beauty is worthy of her lofty status among the clansmen, and she puts clansman's affairs first, and regards them as more important than herself.

"I promise in the name of the goddess of magic."

Ryan swore without hesitation that he had no tendency to favor any race. Whether they are humans, elves or dwarves, they are all their own people.

After listening, Livlin was completely relieved.

This extremely beautiful blood elf has an outstanding temperament, which is pleasing to the eye, but if a man and a widow live in the same room, after all, outsiders will misunderstand her and her reputation will be bad. Ren didn't want a noble lady to get involved in such gossip, and he didn't think too much about her. After talking about the business, he immediately bid farewell.

On the contrary, Countess Livlin seemed a bit pity, but she didn't keep her.

"My lord, I have prepared the thousand-blood knights to enter Gotham at any time to serve the lord." Livlin reported when she walked out of the living room.

"Then let them go with me." Ren immediately agreed.

After a while.

A thousand heavily armed blood knights gathered in the square, lined up, and accepted Ren's review. The eye of the soul observed the past secretly, and found a few blood elves with different thoughts. He called them on the spot and handed these people over to Livlin.

The blood elves are not monolithic either, with a noble class and different factions.

As expected, these blood knights were the nails for some blood elf nobles to break into the Blood Knights. They may not have great malice, they just acted as eyes and ears, but Ren didn't want to stay and become a hidden danger.

Livlin's expression turned cold when she saw these blood elves.

Ren didn't ask Livlin what to do, took the blood knight with him, and left Santella's residence. The team came out of the Black Forest of Abraken in great strength and appeared on the other side of the strait. The dwarf craftsmen who were under construction saw this elf army from a distance.

"Blood elves!"

"What are they here for?"

"Are these arrogant guys going to attack Gotham? It's best to blow them up with electro-optical cannons. Let's see it, so as not to be upset when we see it later."

The dwarves above and below the city wall stopped working and looked at the approaching blood elf team, yelling and cursing, looking a little irritable.

"Quiet!"

Kerstakin appeared at the top of the city and reprimanded: "Shut up! These are blood elves who are loyal to the lord. They will also be residents of Gotham in the future. Whoever dares to say anything more will be my hammer." Hard, or your brains are hard."

The King of the Hill is thunderous, brandishing his own Fury of the Mountains.

The dwarves all shrank their necks and continued to work.

But they still cast their gazes outside the city frequently, murmured a few complaints, or winked at the dwarves around them.

Kerstakin was well aware of this, but he didn't care about it.

In fact, he didn't like elves either.

A few days ago, when Ryan said that a group of blood elves with as many as 25,000 people would become residents of Gotham, he immediately protested loudly, expressing his unwillingness to live in the same city with arrogant elves. However, the protest was ineffective, Ren not only did not change his mind, but also taught him a lesson.

Kerstakin was beaten out of temper.

He was also forced to accept Ryan's order to appease and restrain his people.

If the dwarves and the blood elves had a conflict, as long as it was found out that the dwarves caused the trouble, they would be the first to question Kerstakin.

Kerstakin didn't dare to say a word. He was very aware of Ryan's temper, and he was usually gentle and amiable, but anyone who dared to go against Ryan's will would immediately learn what Ryan's anger was, and there would never be any Good end. If the dwarf committed a crime, he would really be held accountable.

And I heard from Ryan that there will be a group of dark elves joining Gotham soon.

Drow from the Underdark!

It was hard for the blood elves to accept it, let alone those evil drows... For this reason, Kerstakin worried for several days, and had already thought of many ways to control the tribe.

While thinking about it, the blood elf had already landed on Shield Island on the ice.

Ren and the Ultramarines were at the forefront, and more than a thousand blood knights followed them and entered Gotham from the unfinished part of the city wall.

The blood elves also saw the dwarves.

The city wall suddenly fell silent, only the sound of blood elves' uniform steps. A tense atmosphere filled the air, and the blood elf's footsteps also unknowingly slowed down. He and the dwarf stared and stared at each other unhappily. Their gazes were like sharp swords, colliding with invisible sparks.

When Ren turned around and came back, he saw a scene where two races who loved and killed each other were confronting each other.

"Kerstakin," he called.

"My lord, I'm here." The King of the Hill quickly turned into a bolt of lightning and landed in front of Ren, as if waiting for orders.

The eyes of the dwarves and elves were drawn.

"You arrange their accommodation." Ren said lightly. As soon as the words fell, the blood knights had a commotion. Although no one dared to object, most of them showed dissatisfaction on their faces, thinking that Ren was doing it on purpose. humiliate them.

"Who has an opinion?" Ren snorted coldly.

His eyes swept over the blood elves, and no one looked at his sharp eyes, and all the blood elves who were seen couldn't help but lower their heads.

The dwarves onlookers thought that Ren was biased towards him, and couldn't help but feel a little proud. Some dwarves even laughed gloatingly.

Ren turned his head, and the laughing dwarf looked pale as if struck by lightning.

"I don't care what grievances you have, or what race you are, or where you come from, there is no difference in my eyes." Ren's voice rang in everyone's ears, full of strong warnings: "Since joining Gotham, You have only one identity, and that is the residents of Gotham, my people."

"In Gotham, whoever provokes a dispute based on racial grievances, once verified, will immediately deprive Gotham residents of their status and be expelled from the city. Those who kill people will pay blood."

"No one has privileges in Gotham but me."

"Of course." Ren suddenly showed a playful smile, "If anyone thinks that my rule can be overthrown, then you can try."

He didn't want to say big things.

The tens of thousands of grievances between elves and dwarves cannot be resolved with a few words, and no one can listen to the theory of racial equality in the previous life. The only solution is to speak with fists and suppress all these messy things.

Some people don't understand the truth, let them taste the iron fist of dictatorship.

If there is only one person, Ren can't cover everything, but he has avatars, thundercast sky soldiers, mage avatars, electric light cannons, and the planned arcane patrol guards. Everything moves.

A single person can easily suppress the entire city.

The elves and dwarves present were silent and did not dare to look at Ren.

Even Kerstakin bowed his head and listened. When Ren waved his hand, he immediately responded and took the blood knight to arrange accommodation for them. The blood knight did not dare to raise any objections.

Ren teleported back to Glamorgan Castle to continue his research.

He has already mastered the techniques of several puppets, humanoid armor, and golems in the world of Ellenus, and is integrating the mechanical knowledge of his previous life to design and build power armor. At present, great progress has been made, and it is sure to produce a finished product in two years.

Time passed imperceptibly.

A week later, Ren was still concentrating on research in the mechanical alchemy room when he suddenly raised his head.

His substitute sitting in the office saw Fabian, the housekeeper of the wind elf, enter the door with a happy face, and reported: "My lord, Ms. Viola sent a message that a demon soul with a thunderbolt shape appeared in Northril. !"