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Vampire Morgen
CH69 The City of Dawn’s Triumph

CH69 The City of Dawn’s Triumph

After arranging everything, Morgen returned to the City of Dawn with the dwarves and orc captives as night fell.

The crisis facing the Dwarf Valley, although not completely resolved—since the Lion Tribe and the escaped Dwarf King would not just let it go—was not likely to pose a significant danger in the short term.

The dwarves could not seek revenge in the short term, as it would take a long time for them to find reinforcements strong enough.

As for the orcs of the Lion Tribe, having their king captured and suffering heavy losses, they would likely be in turmoil for a long time.

They now faced not revenge, but the survival of the Lion Tribe.

According to the rough estimates of the blood clan, of the tens of thousands of orc troops last night, at most only over three thousand escaped.

The remaining seven thousand orcs were buried forever in this land.

A remarkable military achievement.

Even if the orcs could still muster a large army, the level of threat had been reduced by countless degrees.

Moreover, with the presence of a level beta plus bone dragon, a level elementary beta plus bronze cyclops, and a level elementary beta plus Dawn Bat King—three terrifying behemoths—they were well-equipped to handle large-scale confrontations.

Dealing with an orc tribe that had lost its king was not too much pressure.

More than three hundred magic bats took off at dusk, flying four trips, and it was not until the dawn of the next day that all the orc captives and dwarves were transported back to the City of Dawn.

When the continuous stream of orc captives and dwarves arrived at the City of Dawn, the entire city boiled with excitement.

The first batch of orc captives arrived at 9 p.m., when many residents were still awake.

Seeing the orcs, clad in tattered animal skins, strong and tall with fierce fangs, being securely brought down from the magic bats, every resident’s face bore an unmistakable smile.

For they knew that their great Lord Kachar, had once again won a war!!

This was a victory for the City of Dawn, a victory for the Holy Light Blood Clan, and of course, this divine glory also belonged to them.

Praise be to the Goddess! Praise be to Lord Kachar!

Orcs are the most standard of other races, with a vast difference in appearance from humans.

Their towering stature is oppressive, their muscles bulging under the simple gray animal skin clothing,

Their four sharp fangs exude a dangerous aura, their black eyes flicker with brutality, and their faces are covered in pale green skin, making them look quite ugly.

Many orcs, seeing the humans around the square brazenly sizing them up, could not contain their anger and bared their teeth, roaring at the residents.

In their minds, the weak humans have always been seen as food, and upon seeing the mighty orcs, they would surely tremble with fear.

This has been proven countless times on the battlefield.

However… when they bared their teeth in what they thought was a fierce display, they were met with the most merciless laughter from the residents of the City of Dawn.

“Ha ha ha, is this an orc? It’s so ugly!!”

“Doesn’t his baring teeth look just like the pigs in the breeding farm?”

“Lowly orcs, daring to be enemies of the Holy Light Blood Clan, daring to oppose the City of Dawn, huh, you are seeking your own death!”

“These damned orcs should be taken to the mines to dig, to till our fields!!”

“Praise be to His Highness, praise be to the Goddess, victory will always belong to us—to the great City of Dawn!!”

“…”

Afraid? How could that be possible? If they were on the frontier, alone against these damned orcs, they might feel fear.

But where is this?

This is the City of Dawn, ruled by Lord Kachar, where the great Holy Light Blood Clan protects every resident.

As long as the Holy Light Blood Clan is here, as long as Lord Kachar is here, they have nothing to fear.

Hearing the laughter of the surrounding residents, the orcs, who had originally looked fierce, were suddenly filled with confusion.

On the frontier, as soon as they saw the orcs, these powerless humans were like lambs before a wolf, with no will to resist.

But now… even though they were captives, these humans should not be reacting like this, why is that??

What these orcs did not know was that to the residents, what were orcs? In this city, there were undead and cyclops, creatures of legend.

Seeing so many different species every day, and clearly much more terrifying than orcs, the well-informed residents had nothing to fear.

If these residents knew the thoughts of the orcs, they would surely lift their heads high and laugh at their ignorance and superficiality.

Compared to the orcs who were bound tightly, the dwarves were treated much better.

The dwarves did not come as captives.

Of course, that was only on the surface; the only difference between them and the orcs was that they were not shackled and tied up.

After the dwarves arrived at the square, their surprise was much greater than that of the simple-minded orcs.

Is this really a city of vampires??

Due to the strong military force of the blood clan, Masi had no choice but to lead his people to the legendary vampire castle, and he had prepared himself mentally before coming.

He had thought that this place would definitely be a gloomy and terrifying place, but unexpectedly, the city turned out to be so splendid, and it was inhabited by a large number of humans.

Most crucially, the relationship between these humans and vampires was simply unbelievable to him.

Since when could humans and vampires, natural enemies, coexist so harmoniously??? By the forging god above, he must be seeing things.

"After arranging everything, Morgen returned to the City of Dawn with the dwarves and orc captives as night fell.

The crisis facing the Dwarf Valley, although not completely resolved—since the Lion Tribe and the escaped Dwarf King would not just let it go—was not likely to pose a significant danger in the short term.

The dwarves could not seek revenge in the short term, as it would take a long time for them to find reinforcements strong enough.

As for the orcs of the Lion Tribe, having their king captured and suffering heavy losses, they would likely be in turmoil for a long time.

They now faced not revenge, but the survival of the Lion Tribe.

According to the rough estimates of the blood clan, of the tens of thousands of orc troops last night, at most only over three thousand escaped.

The remaining seven thousand orcs were buried forever in this land.

A remarkable military achievement.

Even if the orcs could still muster a large army, the level of threat had been reduced by countless degrees.

Moreover, with the presence of a level beta plus bone dragon, a level elementary beta plus bronze cyclops, and a level elementary beta plus Dawn Bat King—three terrifying behemoths—they were well-equipped to handle large-scale confrontations.

Dealing with an orc tribe that had lost its king was not too much pressure.

More than three hundred magic bats took off at dusk, flying four trips, and it was not until the dawn of the next day that all the orc captives and dwarves were transported back to the City of Dawn.

When the continuous stream of orc captives and dwarves arrived at the City of Dawn, the entire city boiled with excitement.

The first batch of orc captives arrived at 9 p.m., when many residents were still awake.

Seeing the orcs, clad in tattered animal skins, strong and tall with fierce fangs, being securely brought down from the magic bats, every resident’s face bore an unmistakable smile.

For they knew that their great Lord Kachar, had once again won a war!!

This was a victory for the City of Dawn, a victory for the Holy Light Blood Clan, and of course, this divine glory also belonged to them.

Praise be to the Goddess! Praise be to Lord Kachar!

Orcs are the most standard of other races, with a vast difference in appearance from humans.

Their towering stature is oppressive, their muscles bulging under the simple gray animal skin clothing,

Their four sharp fangs exude a dangerous aura, their black eyes flicker with brutality, and their faces are covered in pale green skin, making them look quite ugly.

Many orcs, seeing the humans around the square brazenly sizing them up, could not contain their anger and bared their teeth, roaring at the residents.

In their minds, the weak humans have always been seen as food, and upon seeing the mighty orcs, they would surely tremble with fear.

This has been proven countless times on the battlefield.

However… when they bared their teeth in what they thought was a fierce display, they were met with the most merciless laughter from the residents of the City of Dawn.

‘Ha ha ha, is this an orc? It’s so ugly!!’

‘Doesn’t his baring teeth look just like the pigs in the breeding farm?’

‘Lowly orcs, daring to be enemies of the Holy Light Blood Clan, daring to oppose the City of Dawn, huh, you are seeking your own death!’

‘These damned orcs should be taken to the mines to dig, to till our fields!!’

‘Praise be to His Highness, praise be to the Goddess, victory will always belong to us—to the great City of Dawn!!’

‘…’

Afraid? How could that be possible? If they were on the frontier, alone against these damned orcs, they might feel fear.

But where is this?

This is the City of Dawn, ruled by Lord Kachar, where the great Holy Light Blood Clan protects every resident.

As long as the Holy Light Blood Clan is here, as long as Lord Kachar is here, they have nothing to fear.

Hearing the laughter of the surrounding residents, the orcs, who had originally looked fierce, were suddenly filled with confusion.

On the frontier, as soon as they saw the orcs, these powerless humans were like lambs before a wolf, with no will to resist.

But now… even though they were captives, these humans should not be reacting like this, why is that??

What these orcs did not know was that to the residents, what were orcs? In this city, there were undead and cyclops, creatures of legend.

Seeing so many different species every day, and clearly much more terrifying than orcs, the well-informed residents had nothing to fear.

If these residents knew the thoughts of the orcs, they would surely lift their heads high and laugh at their ignorance and superficiality.

Compared to the orcs who were bound tightly, the dwarves were treated much better.

The dwarves did not come as captives.

Of course, that was only on the surface; the only difference between them and the orcs was that they were not shackled and tied up.

After the dwarves arrived at the square, their surprise was much greater than that of the simple-minded orcs.

Is this really a city of vampires??

Due to the strong military force of the blood clan, Masi had no choice but to lead his people to the legendary vampire castle, and he had prepared himself mentally before coming.

He had thought that this place would definitely be a gloomy and terrifying place, but unexpectedly, the city turned out to be so splendid, and it was inhabited by a large number of humans.

Most crucially, the relationship between these humans and vampires was simply unbelievable to him.

Since when could humans and vampires, natural enemies, coexist so harmoniously??? By the forging god above, he must be seeing things."

All this was so discordant, no matter how one looked at it, it felt awkward.

Queueing, registering.

The process was somewhat tedious, but Masi still patiently followed the vampires’ guidance.

Because the presence of Grot, Betty, Amy, and Stanley—four individuals with combat power above level beta—exuded such a formidable aura that he had no choice but to obediently listen.

It was as if a dragon was watching over him at all times, which was truly terrifying.

After a day and night of exhausting waves, the dwarves no longer had much energy left. Everyone’s eyes were weary, and they all wanted to quickly get these matters settled without causing any trouble.

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“Next…”

After watching the dwarf in front of him finish registering and leave, Masi quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, it was his turn.

"I am the registrar of the Holy Light Blood Clan. To ensure you answer truthfully, I will use a truth spell during this process.

According to the registration regulations of the City of Dawn, all newcomers must be recorded in detail. This is for your benefit, as we will match your abilities with corresponding work.

If your answers are truthful, you will receive free food and housing. If you are found to be hiding something, your treatment will be reduced to the minimum…

There are several rules in the City of Dawn that must be followed, listen carefully…"

Masi had been to human cities, where he knew people were insatiably greedy.

He originally thought that these dark creatures revealing their vampire nature would demand gold pucks or other benefits from him, but surprisingly, the other party did not mention this at all.

Instead, they really just asked him some questions, although the questions were so detailed that they even included the pronunciation of his surname, whether it was ‘Man Hammer’ or ‘Full Hammer’.

But after this scene, his impression of the vampire-ruled city immediately changed.

Although the image of vampires was terrifying.

The other party’s actions were completely by the book, without any of the extortion or blackmail he had imagined.

This made Masi think highly of these vampires.

This city was really different.

After registering, Masi received his own identity proof and housing registration number. He just needed to wait for a group of 30 dwarves to gather, and then someone would lead them to their assigned housing.

All these actions gave Masi a feeling of professionalism.

It seemed as if they had done this countless times before; every step was perfect. They knew what to do and how to do it, just by following the instructions of the staff.

There was none of the hassle of dealing with human cities.

And during this process, no one gave them a hard time.

This was too incredible, was this still the lair of vampires??

Masi looked around at the bustling humans with a blank expression. This strange feeling was not unique to him; all the dwarves felt it.

“Masi?!”

Just after Masi finished registering, a voice filled with surprise came from the crowd.

Masi’s body shook, and he turned his head sharply, his eyes filled with undisguised joy, “Master Valen!!”

The two dwarves, under everyone’s gaze, came together for a fierce bear hug.

There was nothing happier than meeting an old friend in a foreign land.

“Masi, where is Chief Rabiot?”

After they separated, Valen pressed down the smile on his face, looked around, and not finding that familiar figure, his expression became a bit stiff.

His joyful mood immediately turned solemn, and a bad premonition rose in his heart.

“Why didn’t Chief Rabiot come back with you??”

Masi shook his head, lowering his voice slightly,

"Master Valen, Chief Rabiot is fine. He left the Dwarf Valley through an abandoned mine tunnel before the vampires arrived.

Now, he might already be on his way to find the Copper Hammer tribe…"

Hearing this, Valen breathed a sigh of relief.

It was good that their king was safe; otherwise, the dwarf tribe really would have declined.

After regaining his composure, he immediately asked further.

“How are our people? Did many get hurt? And what about those damned orcs?”

Speaking of this, Masi shook his head, his expression quite subtle.

"Most of our people are fine, not many warriors died.

Those orcs…"

Masi turned his head to glance at Betty, who was leaning on a giant sword and chatting with the residents in the square like a girl next door, his tone quite peculiar.

“Those damned orcs were crushed by the vampires, at least half of them were wiped out!”

Valen’s body shook, looking at Masi in disbelief.

"Wiped out by half?? The Lion Tribe has an army of tens of thousands of orcs!!

Their king, that damned lion-man warrior, even won a one-on-one fight against Chief Rabiot!!

Such a powerful orc king leading the orcs, and they were exterminated by the blood clan??"

At this moment, Valen’s mind conjured up the image of Morgen with a faint smile, and at this moment, he felt that handsome face become even more mysterious.

As if a thick fog had enveloped him.

Just how strong was this vampire? What kind of power was hidden within this city?!

Valen felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

Was it good or bad for the dwarves to be noticed by such a powerful being?

His eyes were filled with deep confusion; although Morgen had not harmed the dwarves, he could not be sure of the vampire lord’s true intentions towards them.

The dwarves no longer had the strength to resist such a powerful, mysterious existence.

“Masi, what did Lord Kachar say when he brought the dwarves to the City of Dawn?”

“Lord Kachar? You mean the king of the vampires??” Masi looked at Valen and nodded, a hint of unease flashing in his eyes.

"That vampire said, if he were me, he wouldn’t directly resist the blood clan, but would accumulate strength and wait for Chief Rabiot’s rescue.

Or look for the blood clan’s weaknesses within the City of Dawn instead of risking being strangled to resist under the gaze of the bone dragon…"

Bone dragon??

This vampire had enslaved a bone dragon??

Valen’s eyes were filled with an indescribable complexity. He wasn’t surprised by these words; given the wisdom of the city’s master, it wasn’t surprising he would say such things.

But the existence of a bone dragon in this city was beyond his wildest imagination.

"I understand, Masi, don’t be impulsive in this city… Lord Kachar is far more intelligent than we imagined.

At the same time, he’s also more difficult to deal with…"

Masi watched Valen, the most respected dwarf in the Man Hammer tribe, show such deep wariness, opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, he closed it resignedly.

Chief Rabiot, perhaps only you can save the Man Hammer tribe now.

————

After all the orc captives and dwarves had arrived at the City of Dawn, the first streak of light appeared in the sky.

Dawn had arrived.

With a whoosh, amidst the excited gaze of many residents who had stayed up all night, a figure riding a magic bat slowly descended.

“Lord Kachar has returned!!”

A single sentence instantly woke up the somewhat sleepy residents, all of whom looked with burning eyes at the figure landing in the middle of the square.

It was indeed Lord Kachar!

Castro had been left by Morgen in the Dwarf Valley to guard the mithril veins.

He returned with the last batch of war spoils carried by the magic bats.

As he dismounted from the magic bat, his figure appeared before everyone’s eyes.

His perfect face was impeccably handsome, and his mage robe adorned with dark patterns made his already tall figure even more distinguished. His every move was as elegant as a noble from a royal lineage that had been passed down for thousands of years.

The master of this city had returned.

Every move Morgen made affected everyone’s hearts.

Tap, tap.

The sound of boots on the cobblestone floor was faint.

As the residents clearly saw Morgen’s face, they immediately stopped their chatter.

Everyone looked with indescribable fervor at the master of the city, the great ruler—Lord Kachar.

“Lord Kachar!!”

It was unknown who shouted first in the crowd, but then the entire city erupted.

“Lord Kachar!!”

The noise and cheers boiled over in the city with the arrival of the first light of dawn.

The residents, who had stayed up all night, showed no signs of fatigue; everyone was immersed in the joy of victory in war.

This was a victory for the City of Dawn, a victory for every resident!

This is what it means to win people’s hearts.

Morgen, who held the dual titles of the Master of Dawn and the Head of the Dawn Sect, was the absolute master in this city.

His reputation was maxed out in the hearts of the residents.

The surrounding dwarves watched this scene with very expressive faces.

Masi took a deep breath, the huge cheers of the surrounding crowd even making his ears ring. He turned his head to look at the silent Valen, his mouth bitter.

"Master Valen, why does this vampire have such great prestige in this city dominated by humans?

Why do humans respect vampires so much??"

This question troubled him like a nightmare; he couldn’t understand why two species that were mortal enemies would have such a thing happen??

Vampires living in harmony with humans was the most fantastical thing he had heard.

You are vampires, vampires!!

Valen, looking at Masi’s expression, also shook his head deeply moved.

"I’ve been pondering this question too.

But I’ve never had an answer… but now that I’ve seen this scene, perhaps there’s no need to say more.

They have an excellent king, a king who can easily crush tens of thousands of orcs."

Masi turned his head to look at the handsome figure surrounded and cheered by thousands of residents, his expression very subtle.

At this moment, he remembered the words Morgen had said to him, “If I were you, I would choose to lie low and wait for an opportunity.”

This vampire… Masi took a deep breath, his eyes filled with complexity… too terrifying.

Morgen looked at the surrounding residents with a burning gaze, smiling slightly at their expectant looks.

He turned and stepped up to the important platform in the Dawn Square.

The post-war speech was just as important as whether the war had been won.

“My people, I am your lord, Kachar.”

The same sentence, heard for the first time and after a hundred times, felt completely different.

Especially after winning a war.

This plain opening even made many followers of the Dawn Sect tear up, looking at that heroic figure with excited and admiring eyes.

“As you have seen, with the support of all the residents, with your efforts, we, once again, have won the war…”

A single sentence ignited the enthusiasm of the residents below.

Cheers and shouts resounded through the city’s skies once more, even shattering the thick clouds of the morning.

Morgen watched this scene with a smile.

Propaganda is the most powerful weapon of thought, without the shackles of magic, without the constraints of soul contracts, making the majority of soldiers’ loyalty to their forces and country as firm as iron. This requires changing the soldiers’ thinking, and the most important method to change thinking is to promote information that is beneficial to oneself.

Morgen used the weapon of propaganda to its fullest in this world that was behind in thought and public opinion.

Before each war, the propaganda department would promote the necessity of the war, what we could gain from winning, what we would lose from losing, and what would happen if we didn’t fight.

The conclusion was always that we must fight.

After winning, the propaganda department would select some heroes who performed outstandingly for promotion, turning them into national idols.

The spoils of war were also described in great detail, and a part of them, small in value and unimportant, was used as welfare for the residents.

At the same time, the propaganda department did not hide the hardships of war at all. The fallen soldiers were mourned heavily, letting everyone know the difficulties of the Holy Light Blood Clan, knowing that the army of the City of Dawn was waging war for whom.

After several combinations, the hearts of the entire city were firmly tied to Morgen.

Even in the future, if anyone dared to slander the blood clan because the City of Dawn waged war, these residents would be the most steadfast rebutters.

The power of the people is infinite, and the enemy must be drowned in the sea of the people.

"My people, the Holy Light Blood Clan is your protector, the guardian of the City of Dawn. The wars we wage are for the future of the City of Dawn.

For the future of every resident.

Weakness is the original sin!

If we do not seize more resources to become stronger, then one day when others break into the City of Dawn, the ones who will be hurt will only be each and every one of our residents.

Do you want to see the City of Dawn occupied by other forces, others coming to take our land, abusing our wives and children, occupying our houses, and taking over our wealth?!"

Morgen’s tone carried a strong power of incitement.

Instantly, the already fervent atmosphere became even more elevated.

“We don’t want that!!”

Everything they had was given by the City of Dawn; no one wanted to lose it all, so Morgen’s words carried an irresistible power.

Straight to the heart.

"My people, everything the Holy Light Blood Clan does is for a better City of Dawn.

For a better life for us all.

In the future, I will grant you a safer, better life.

Everything, for the City of Dawn!!"

The brief speech made the residents who had stayed up all night boil over again.

With Morgen’s reputation, there was no need for long speeches anymore; it was enough to stir up the emotions of the residents.

——————

"The patrol team, in coordination with various departments of the city hall, began to make arrangements for the dwarves.

At this time, Valen Manhammer, the dwarf forging master who had half of his restrictions lifted due to his contributions in forging weapons for Koso and Castro, stopped Morgen with a complex expression as he was about to leave the square.

However, Valen was stopped by the blood clan before he could get close.

Morgen didn’t mind and waved for the dwarf to come over.

Valen’s weapons and equipment had been confiscated long ago; they were level beta minus, so it was impossible for him to pose any threat to Morgen.

Valen looked solemnly at Morgen, who stood calmly before him.

Although he had a premonition that this mysterious and powerful being might soon achieve everything he said, he didn’t expect it to happen so quickly, leaving him no time to react.

Most crucially, the orcs, who were suffocatingly powerful for the dwarves, were directly crushed by the vampires.

It was unimaginable.

Morgen’s strength put a lot of pressure on Valen when facing him.

He no longer maintained his original attitude of indifference towards life and death.

Now, Morgen held not only his life but the lives of most of the dwarf tribe in his hands.

Moreover, the mithril vein had been discovered by Morgen, and Valen had no cards left to play.

‘Respectful Lord Kachar, Valen salutes you.’

With one hand on his chest, Valen spoke respectfully.

Morgen keenly sensed the change in Valen’s attitude and said with interest.

‘Valen, what do you need from me?’

He had a favorable impression of this dwarf with excellent forging skills.

The City of Dawn was in need of such high-level talent, and Valen’s arrival significantly filled the gap in forging top-tier weapons for the city.

‘Lord Kachar, I want to ask, how do you plan to treat the dwarves?’

After speaking, he stared intently at Morgen, his expression very tense.

Because the powerful being before him held the fate of the entire dwarf tribe, his words could bury all the dwarves.

Morgen smiled slightly, 'What do you think I should do with you?

Or, what value do dwarves have in the City of Dawn?’

What value do dwarves have?? Besides fighting, of course, it’s mining and forging weapons.

Is there a better craftsman in the world than a dwarf?

No!

Apart from the dwarves, no one dares to proclaim to the world that their craftsmanship in forging weapons and armor is the first in glory.

Valen’s eyes shifted, 'Lord Kachar, could you allocate a separate area for the dwarves to live?

We are willing to forge all the weapons and armor you need for the City of Dawn.

The dwarves working together will be more conducive to forging, I…’

Morgen looked at Valen with a half-smile and interrupted him directly.

'Valen, it’s clear you haven’t convinced me, don’t use these ridiculous tricks in front of me.

Once you refused to ally with the blood clan, now, you and the dwarves no longer have a choice…’

Valen felt bitter when he heard this, deeply regretting his previous decision.

After speaking, Morgen patted his shoulder with a deep tone.

‘If the king who fled can one day break through the gates of the City of Dawn, I will allow the dwarves to leave.’

‘But if not, then the dwarves can only belong to the City of Dawn, not the Manhammer tribe.’

'Valen, you’re a smart man, I know you understand what I mean.

I also want to tell you.

This is the City of Dawn, dwarves will not suffer unfair treatment here.

What I need is a group of dwarf craftsmen who can demonstrate their value.

If you have the ability to lead the dwarves in rebellion, then go ahead, I look forward to the day you leave the City of Dawn.’

Valen, looking into Morgen’s profound and wise eyes, trembled in his heart and spoke up uneasily to defend himself.

‘Lord Kachar, you won’t win the loyalty of the dwarves this way!!’

Morgen gave him a strange look.

‘What do I need your loyalty for? I have no interest in conquering the dwarves.’

After saying that, he waved his hand and turned to leave, leaving Valen standing there with a stunned face, not knowing how to react.

What do I need your loyalty for?

Why don’t you need our loyalty? Didn’t you bring the dwarves to the City of Dawn to subjugate them?

At this moment, Valen felt that his intelligence was not enough."

Morgen was indifferent to this; he only needed a group of craftsmen who could help him forge weapons.

He didn’t care about the loyalty of the dwarves at all. Dwarves are not humans, and since the blood clan cannot do without humans, he had formulated a sustainable development strategy.

But the dwarves were defined as mere tools, tools to help him forge weapons.

Whether you are loyal or not is none of my business, just don’t rebel.

As long as the dwarves still live within the City of Dawn, as long as they work, they are helping him create wealth, and he doesn’t care about what these dwarves think.

Valen’s desire to obtain a gathering place for the dwarves was undoubtedly to keep the Manhammer tribe together, maintaining the cohesion of the dwarf tribe.

If such a request could be granted, then he would not be Morgen.

How to deal with the dwarves next, how to mine the mithril veins, and what to do with the orc captives, these trivial matters did not need to be handled by Morgen himself.

The city hall of the City of Dawn had already established a relatively complete political system, and before setting out with the troops, he had Harrison make contingency plans and strategies for this.

These matters would naturally be handled by officials from the city hall.

The dwarves would all be scattered among the residents of the City of Dawn to live, and the mines, blacksmith shops, construction departments, and so on would be their places of work.

As for the orcs, these strong and bulky figures would become the best labor force for mining and brick moving.

This city, which he had built with his own hands, already had enough ability to handle these trivial matters, and he didn’t need to look after them like children anymore.

After getting rid of Valen, Harrison, who had been waiting outside the square, immediately came forward.

“Good day, chieftain.”

"Harrison, I’ll leave the following matters in your hands.

The dwarves and orcs are important labor forces, arrange them well.

In the next few days, Stanley, Amy, Groot, and Betty will all be in the City of Dawn, let them solve any problems that arise."

Morgen looked at Harrison with a profound gaze, "The strategy for dealing with dwarves is different from that for humans. The dwarves had enjoyed a good life before becoming slaves.

Unlike humans who live day by day.

Among these, the key to getting the dwarves to quickly integrate into the City of Dawn lies in the points policy.

Make full use of the advantage of points to quickly integrate the dwarves into the City of Dawn.

In this process, they must not be allowed to gather in large numbers, and the activities of Valen, Anakin, Masi, and other high-ranking dwarves must be restricted.

Divide and conquer is the most crucial step.

Dwarves without a backbone are not difficult to deal with as long as the right methods are found.

I will be in seclusion for a while to deal with some very important matters and won’t have time to deal with these things in the short term."

Hearing Morgen’s words, Harrison nodded and agreed.

“As you wish.”

Morgen didn’t continue to instruct and was about to leave immediately when the beautiful figures of the sisters Nilo and Nico appeared before him.

“Your Highness~”

“Lord Kachar~”

Morgen shook his head with a bit of amusement. Were these guys like gourd babies? Coming one by one.

"I’m going to be in seclusion for a while, you guys assist Harrison well.

Nilo, although the dwarves and orcs have their own gods to believe in, you can try to preach. The greatest strength of the Dawn Sect lies in its inclusiveness, be sure to make good use of our advantages.

Nico, dealing with the dwarves and orcs is very challenging, learn more and think more by Harrison’s side."

“Yes, Your Highness,” Nilo nodded, a soft smile on her beautiful face.

Those dignified pale golden eyes gave the girl in the white priest’s robe an indescribable sense of sanctity.

And Nico blinked her black, spirited eyes, her lively face showing a bit of mischievous expression, "Got it~ Lord Kachar, I’ll help my sister,

And those little dwarves are actually easy to deal with, don’t worry~"

Morgen looked at the little girl’s eager expression and smiled, reaching out to rub her little head.

“If you do well, I’ll reward you when you come back,”

“Really?” Nico’s delicate face showed a bit of surprise.

“Of course, you can have whatever you want, but the premise is that you do it to my satisfaction.”

The little girl patted her still undeveloped chest, full of confidence.

“Just wait and see, Nico won’t let you down.”

Morgen smiled slightly and said no more, after instructing Nilo a few more words, he turned and returned to his own manor.