Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System

With emotions fluctuating internally, the crowd followed the Mud Swamp People to the residential area.

After being allocated their rooms, the crowd dispersed to their respective accommodations. As the leader of these humans, the middle-aged man, O’Connor Roger, was granted a private room.

After reaching the same building with several companions, they entered their rooms with subtle feelings.

But as soon as O’Connor walked in, a wave of warmth washed over him, directly isolating him from the outside cold.

His entire body shivered instinctively, looking around inside the room to find the source of the heat.

But after a round of searching, he found nothing unusual.

With a tinge of confusion, he inquired from the Mud Swamp People who had yet to leave, who seemed prepared for his question and replied with a smile.

“This is a feature of Weilu City; as long as you enter a building, you’ll enjoy the optimal temperature… Whether it’s freezing or scorching outside, it’s always 25 degrees in here.”

“You can rest assured…”

O’Connor was somewhat moved.

“I never expected the hunting grounds… no… Seric Marsh, to be valued so highly by that gentleman.”

This allows them to enjoy such treatment as well.

The few people who had just entered across the door also came out, evidently feeling somewhat unreal.

Upon hearing the words, they nodded continuously.

The Mud Swamp People laughed upon hearing this, saying:

“You’re mistaken; it wasn’t because that gentleman was valued by Your Majesty that you were allowed to reside here… but rather, this is the standard accommodation of Weilu City.”

“As long as you are a member of Weilu City, you will be allocated such a house.”

Ah?!

Everyone was stunned, instinctively turning to look at the clean, tidy, bright, and warm house, feeling incredulous.

In this territory, can everyone live in such a house?!

This, is this a joke?!

In Black Deer City, only wealthy residents could afford such high-end residences.

For many, it was still a family crowded into a small room, which was already more comfortable than most people in Lorand City.

He couldn’t believe that everyone could be allocated a house of this level…

Yet the counterpart had no reason to deceive them.

One by one, they looked at each other, all sensing something extraordinary.

Could that gentleman really be a Divine Spirit?

Perhaps only a great and eternal god could achieve this, right?

The Mud Swamp People said no more, informing them to gather before nightfall, and then left directly.

The few of them, with complex emotions, re-entered their rooms.

After O’Connor closed the door, he felt the warmth surrounding him, took a deep breath, walked to the window, and opened it to look at this verdant city.

Aimlessly lost in thought, he didn’t know what he was pondering.

When the sky gradually darkened, he snapped back to reality, then wondered if he should ask where to find candles, only to see the buildings outside starting to sparkle with stars.

As the sky darkened further, the stars shone even brighter.

Once the sky had plunged completely into darkness, the entire territory was illuminated.

Little lights like stars but bright merged together, lighting everything in sight.

It seemed as if millions and millions of fireflies were dancing on the buildings, providing a stunning and dazzling feeling.

Divine marvel!

The word popped up directly in his mind.

Besides this, he couldn’t think of any other words to describe such a scene!

And at this moment, a towering statue at the corner was lit by starlight, its majestic, solemn, soul-shaking face becoming so sacred and inviolable.

O’Connor’s heart trembled, instinctively lowering his head, not daring to look directly.

At this moment, he had a new understanding of the term Divine Spirit.

Shortly thereafter, there was a knocking at the door, and his companions called him downstairs to gather.

He hurriedly collected his thoughts, stood up, and went downstairs, where his companions had already gathered.

The Mud Swamp People who brought them in the afternoon were also waiting, saw him arriving, didn’t waste words, and gestured them to follow.

After nightfall, the city, which had been relatively quiet during the day, fell into a hustle and bustle.

It was packed with people, bustling with activity, lively.

The most eye-catching were the buildings established in the center of the passages, from which the residents flooded out like schools of fish…

Were these all coming from underground?

O’Connor, filled with curiosity, asked.

“Sir, are they living underground?”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the tools these people were using…

“Ah? Are those Dwarf elevators?!”

O’Connor watched as the people rode the vines, his heart trembling.

Even in Lorand City, these things are rare, only possessed by a few Duke Clans… and only the most honored people can use them.

Here, everyone can use them?

Moreover, there were not just a few; he had already seen more than 5… how many were in places he hadn’t seen?

Subconsciously glancing at the mark on the buildings… Station 23.

Meaning, at least 23 such elevators?

He felt dizzy; this was too extravagant, right? How much energy would it take to operate every day!!

The Mud Swamp People leading the way turned to look at O’Connor upon hearing this and laughed, saying:

“Those aren’t Dwarf elevators; they are the unique vine elevators of Weilu City, and they can do more than just ascend and descend. We have vine trains that connect the entire marsh… Just sit on them without walking and you’ll reach every region of the marsh at the fastest speed.”

“What you mentioned as underground is our Underground City… To withstand the harsh cold, many labors are conducted underground, and now with the day off, more people are around.”