Lord Of The World: I Become The Lord Of The Desert From The Start Chapter 452 347: Planning For The Future, Mass Production [3

A feeling of looking up at a tall mountain suddenly arose.

Bloodhoof City was like a frog at the bottom of a well that could not see how big the sky was, compared to Twilight City.

"Lord Richard, I'll ensure to bring the underworld into Bloodhoof city's territory as quickly as possible."

"From now on, this land can only have one voice!"

The two powers fought for hegemony over so many races before. And they did not have the energy to et those forces.

Now, it was ti to clear all the obstacles.

Richard smiled as he watched Sel leave in excitent.

He could et his requirents quickly compared to the power of Bloodhoof City with the resources of the underground world.

In the future, he would have another power that he could use.

At least, when he left Twilight City, he could use this force to defend the city at any ti.

And when the void sandworm matured and could open the space rift for a long ti, it could bring its underlings to attack the outside world.

Brown entered the main hall with a companion whose head was three tis bigger than an ordinary gray-colored dwarf not long after Sel left.

"Brown sends its most respectful greetings to my great lord, the underworld, and the Twilight City ruler!"

The level 12 alchemist's tone was suprely exaggerated, like a gray-colored dwarf. He only had one ordinary arm, and when he waved it, he looked like a clown that showed off his funny face on stage. It was amusing.

After Brown saluted, the gray dwarf with a big head imdiately knelt on both knees and pressed his head against the ground.

A sharp voice rang out.

"Great being, Gregor pays respects to you. May the gods bless you."

Richard looked at the dwarf with curiosity.

Could the dwarf be a master alchemist? That is for Brown to bring it here.

He opened the attribute panel.

[Gregor]

[Level: 15]

[Potential: A]

[Profession: Alchemist (Master level. Increases research success rate by 70%, research speed by 50%, and research consumption by 50%)]

[Skills: Alchemist, super research, rapid production, chanical puppet repair, blood-changing alchemy.]

[Hero's Special Characteristic: When entering research, intelligence is increased by 50%.]

[Racial Talent: An extra love for wealth, and a 40% increase in efficiency in profitable alchemy research.]

[Fetter-Alchemy: When conquering difficult alchemy, the research success rate will increase by 5% every ten days.]

[Description: A rare master alchemist. He could research so alchemy items that outsiders can't.]

Richard couldn't help but sigh after he read the attributes.

The master level was astounding.

Furthermore, this fellow's potential had reached the ridiculous A-rank.

The harvest from the underground world this ti was too good.

"No need to be so polite."

After the two stood up.

Richard asked Brown.

"How's the settlent of the gray-colored dwarves? Were there any accidents?"

Brown imdiately responded.

"Lord, those little bastards cooperated and had no objections when they heard you will manage the Alchemy Departnt independently and permanently station it in Fortress City.

"The gray-colored dwarves were a bunch of weaklings, and no one dared to voice their opinions."

"Do you need any help now?"

"Not at the mont. We're counting the alchemy production tools in Fortress City. We estimated we could resu the research in a week."

Richard nodded in satisfaction after a few questions, and nothing went wrong.

He turned his eyes to the alchemist with a big head–Gregor.

'Could it be that a big head would make him smarter?'

"Gregor, what top-tier alchemy techniques do you have?"

"Yes!" Gregor replied quickly.

"Great Lord, Master Brown said that you have an extraordinary chanical puppet severely damaged..."

Richard chuckled.

"That's right. Can you help repair it?"

Unexpectedly Gregor shook its head.

"No. Lord, we'll reinforce your chanical puppet and even let it have its own life...

Richard shot to his feet.

His gaze revealed a shocking pressure.

"What did you say?"

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