From that day on, wherever Viola went, a group of female slaves followed closely behind her.

  Among these slaves were black werewolves, dog-headed humanoids, and snake-people—a rich and diverse mix of races.

  With the help of assistant Ayla, they gradually learned basic work skills. Whether it was cleaning, caregiving, or participating in the territory's construction, they could all contribute.

  Draven watched these busy female slaves in front of him but really couldn't associate them with the idea of"beauties." To him, they were more laborers than ornaments.

  He even wondered if his aesthetic standards for demi-humans were somewhat skewed.

  At that moment, Green Serpent entered the village with five treants.

  Fortunately, the gate of Village No. 2 was wide and tall enough—four- or five-meter-tall treants still had to bend their waists to get inside.

  Draven ignored Green Serpent and directly told him to find Viola to receive his rewards.

  The Acorn Oak treants were different—they were personally awakened by Draven and were completely"family."

  Draven turned to look for the sleepy Liliana but happened to see Sylvia sitting at the table drawing.

  The cat-like elven girl was adding information to the mushroom compendium, following Draven's example.

  Draven picked up the unfinished beast-skin book and flipped through the pages. It was all about poisonous mushrooms! He couldn't help but smile wryly.

  "I really don't know if letting Sylvia study so deeply will help us expand our food variety, or accidentally produce some poison," he muttered.

  When he heard the treants had arrived, Sylvia ignored Draven's joke, grabbing the still-half-awake Liliana and running outside.

  When the wood elf and treants disappeared from view, Sylvia was still too young to witness the treants' miracles firsthand.

  Now, as a little druid girl, she had a natural supervisor.

  On the small hill across the pond outside the village, Liliana reluctantly transformed into a giant bear to help clear rocks and weeds on the hill.

  The treants whispered nearby, controlling the wild trees to move automatically to designated grazing areas.

  Sylvia's eyes sparkled as she stared at the trees, trying to use high elf magic to unravel their secrets. But her expression was very serious, clearly making slow progress.

  Liliana, in her giant bear form, worked while chatting casually with Acorn Oak, creating a relaxed and happy atmosphere.

  The little girl had long abandoned her original plan to transform into a snake. Now, she was focused on treating the treants as new research subjects.

  Acorn Oak didn't even realize he had become the center of attention—he just felt an inexplicable closeness to Liliana.

  No matter what the little girl said, Acorn Oak and the others always responded accordingly.

  Draven watched for a while and roughly planned the orchard's boundaries in his mind.

  After the task was done, he casually walked over to check the cassava field by the pond.

  He happened to see a few dog-headed villagers weeding with female slaves.

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  Draven picked up a hoe and demonstrated a few times, telling them that using the hoe would be more efficient for weeding.

  Unfortunately, in their hands, the nimble and convenient hoe became clumsy and hard to use.

  Seeing a cassava seedling nearly broken by the hoe, Draven quickly looked away, thinking,"Forget it, better not interfere too much—let them figure it out slowly."

  On his way back to the village, he ran into Green Serpent preparing to leave.

  This guy was a bit greedy and had picked four female slaves at once.

  Draven didn't stop him, only smiled and offered some encouragement. After all, Green Serpent was also a leader-level figure, and his bloodline descendants were more likely to produce excellent warriors.

  Besides, under the oath of submission, however many children he had were considered Draven's property.

  Green Serpent was grateful but also somewhat disappointed because these snake women were not originally from the true snake-people tribes.

  Draven had long understood this point and had also developed a strong interest in the source of the lord manor's slaves.

  It wasn't just those snake women; even the black werewolf slaves were not natives of the succubi territory.

  Draven knew clearly that there must be some underlying reasons beyond his current status and experience.

  Although he felt a bit disappointed, Green Serpent was quite satisfied with the snake women he had chosen.

  After confirming that Green Serpent had gone to Viola to lift the slave contracts on those four snake women, Draven told him to return to the village early.

  The three villages were separated by dozens of kilometers, and without horses, just the round-trip travel would take half a day.

  Draven had considered building a road but thought it unnecessary for now, and the workload was huge with limited resources to allocate.

  He watched Green Serpent leave happily, taking his snake women with him, but couldn't help doubting his own aesthetic judgment again.

  Although he hadn't observed them closely, he was quite sure that the snake women Green Serpent picked were the most ordinary-looking slaves among Viola's group.

  "This matter definitely calls for a good talk with the little fox girl," Draven thought to himself.

  ...

  At this time, Selene City was already buzzing with rumors, and Rurik clearly saw that the demi-humans in the city were all very happy.

  He felt the same way. After all, the stronger the succubi tribe, the safer the demi-humans living in Selene City.

  The news of the southern succubi joining had already spread throughout the entire town. Today was the official day for the southern succubi to enter the city.

  Selene deliberately created a big scene, sending people early in the city to distribute notices, telling demi-humans to line up and welcome, preparing a grand welcoming ceremony for their southern kin.

  Rurik stood with Angelica among the crowd; they had been waiting for quite a while. But the southern succubi procession had not yet appeared. Angelica stood on tiptoe, constantly looking towards the city gate.

  She used to work as a waitress in a tavern and had long heard that the southern demi-humans dressed differently from those in Selene City.

  Although she wasn't particularly interested in succubi, as a rabbit-person, she naturally liked to compare and imitate.

  "They're here!" someone suddenly shouted in the crowd.

  All the onlooking demi-humans turned their heads toward the city gate. A procession of succubi was slowly entering through the gate, immediately drawing cheers from the townspeople.

  Angelica excitedly shouted along, but unlike the wandering-eyed male demi-humans, she paid more attention to the clothing of the southern succubi.

  At a glance, she confirmed the rumors were true. The dozens of succubi leading the procession looked very extraordinary, wearing fabrics rarely seen among demi-human tribes.

  Angelica secretly admired those styles and wondered if she could make similar clothes with beast hides.

  As the procession moved deeper into the city, most of the succubi behind were wearing beast-hide clothing, but their styles were clearly different from those in Selene City.

  Angelica's eyes almost got overwhelmed as she excitedly pulled Rurik around, pointing things out.

  Rurik's gaze moved up and down as Angelica indicated, his mind busy as well.

  He was amazed by the charm of these succubi but felt their movements were somewhat different from those in Selene City. In fact, all the watching demi-humans shared this impression.

  Succubi in Selene City mostly gave off a lofty, cold, and aloof vibe. But these newcomers swayed their waists as they walked, glancing around with sparkling eyes, full of charm and allure.

  Yes, full of allure! Many watching male demi-humans couldn't help but reveal infatuated expressions.

  Angelica keenly glanced at the werewolf Rurik beside her and noticed that although he was staring intently, he was fairly restrained and didn't show any disgusting expressions.

  She couldn't help but quietly pinch his waist. Rurik frowned in pain, looking innocently at Angelica, thinking,"You're the one who dragged me to watch."

  On the city wall, Lydia's face darkened beside Selene.

  She hadn't expected that after being away for a few days, when she returned, there was already a deputy city lord—and that the southern kin had been admitted into the city.

  Lydia didn't care about the title of deputy city lord; such an empty honor meant nothing to her.

  She was Lady Selene's aunt, a status no one could replace.

  What she worried about was those southern kin.