Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System

“Also, remember to get off work at six o’clock every day for dinner, start classes at seven, and from eight to nine is time for theatrical relaxation.”

“Those with night shifts need to start work at nine-thirty…”

“You’ve been assigned to Cafeteria 12, so always go there for meals and don’t get lost.”

Below, there’s another Underground City?

And the vine train can connect every corner of the Swamp?!

O’Connor looked at the crowd constantly emerging, his heart trembling.

This city… has really been under construction for less than a year?

How was it possible to build this?

Even if thousands worked day and night without rest, it couldn’t be possible.

And what is this talk of working, leaving off, attending classes, and theatrical relaxation by the Mud Swamp People?

Why do these words feel so unfamiliar?

He wanted to say something, but the Mud Swamp People had already started to lead the way, giving him no chance to ask questions.

Taking a deep breath, suppressing his inner turmoil, he followed them to the cafeteria with curiosity.

Another vast building woven from vines.

Inside were at least four or five hundred vine tables and chairs, already surrounded by people in lively clusters.

The cafeteria lacked lighting, with only the glow emanating from the surrounding vines, while not very dazzling, it was clear enough to see.

But what made O’Connor’s heart tremble was the fact that there were no humans here, only other species, Half-Elves, Elves, Mud Swamp People, Deltha, and even Cavern Dwellers…

Their arrival here made them the outsiders.

Many turned their heads inquisitively, observing them.

Inexplicably nervous, but he couldn’t show fear.

Taking a deep breath, he followed the Mud Swamp People to line up at a window with fewer people.

With a dozen or so windows serving food simultaneously, it wasn’t long before it was their turn, and the food was quite simple, a bread made from Swamp Wheat, along with a bowl of mushroom soup.

After getting the food, they found a table to sit at, and the hungry crowd impatiently bit into the bread.

With one bite, a thick sweet syrup flowed out, and O’Connor swallowed hard, feeling his taste buds explode, it was a heavenly delicacy!

This bread actually contained honey!!

How luxurious!!

This is the type of food only nobles could afford!!

It wasn’t until he finished three that he came back to his senses, instinctively picking up the mushroom soup beside him, instantly tasting a rich meaty flavor.

It was only then he realized there were several thick pieces of Three-tailed Pig meat at the bottom.

This was actually meat soup!

How extravagant is this!

In Black Deer City, bread with honey, meat soup… this was a dinner only for nobles!

Unexpectedly, not just them, but everyone here could eat such delicious food…

Looking at the food seemingly the same as others, O’Connor felt a tremendous chasm.

The gap between the outside world and this city was simply insurmountable!

Clothing, food, shelter, and transportation, aside from the residents dressing simply and plainly, nothing from the outside world could compare!

Moreover, such a city was established… in less than a year!

Every time he thought about this, he found it hard to accept.

It was too incredible.

After dinner, O’Connor, with yet-to-calm emotions, continued to follow the Mud Swamp People to the next lecture location.

If at first, he had been skeptical about the free transmission of knowledge, the daily and simple life had made him a complete believer.

His heart no longer questioned whether the majestic young Lord was indeed the Divine Spirit.

What other land would provide such good treatment to its most ordinary residents?

Only the great Divine Spirit, right?!

Soon, hundreds of humans gathered on the open ground in front of City Hall, and O’Connor looked back, finding it crowded with people.

The Mud Swamp People then turned to instruct them.

“Stay here and listen, remember the way back, right? After the meeting, just head back… if you don’t understand, ask the person next to you.”

“Tomorrow I’ll arrange work for you.”

“After class, there will also be a theatrical performance, you’d better watch it before going back… otherwise, you might miss another wonderful show tonight.”

Saying this, they left directly.

Leaving behind hundreds of bewildered humans, O’Connor saw this, taking a deep breath, and slowly said.

“Everyone sit on the spot and listen to the lecture first…”

The crowd then slowly sat on the vine-woven floor.

In no time, more and more people came, surrounding them.

Yet no one quarreled despite the crowded situation, the scene was harmonious.

They marveled at this, truly befitting a place showered by divine grace.

Not long after, O’Connor saw several new arrivals brazenly making their way to the very front of the crowd, sitting in a spacious but excellent area.

He couldn’t help but question, hesitantly looking at a Deltha bristling with black feathers beside him.

“Excuse me, why can they go directly inside…”

The simple-hearted Deltha continually waved their hands.

“Oh, I’m no lord, just a pig farm worker… you mean them, it’s because they’ve made meritorious contributions to the land and possess privileges, whether in learning or theater, they can sit at the front.”

“Meritorious contributions, privileges?”

O’Connor looked at those few not particularly imposing individuals, confused.

“Could you tell me, what kind of contributions did they make?”

The Deltha became enthusiastic, pointing forward.

“Look, see that Deltha over there, he’s called Sadi, he also works at the pig farm, but he invented a method for quickly harvesting Seven-Colored Moss, significantly reducing the input of manpower and resources.”

“So he received a 1 Star merit… and Lord Bain, our Chief Civil Officer, personally awarded him.”

“He is currently the only Deltha awarded a Merit Medal.”

His face was full of envy as he spoke.

“With this medal, he has privileges, can eat first, and have independent learning and theater areas…”

Pig farming?

O’Connor felt his worldview crumbling.

Can you earn merit in pig farming?

He had never heard of anything this absurd in Black Deer City…

“Are there no objections from others?”

The Deltha found the question strange.

“Objections, what objections? He made a major contribution to the land!”

“In the past, we needed to employ two to three thousand people to harvest the Seven-Colored Moss enough for the Three-tailed Pigs to eat. His method now requires only a thousand people… Such a great deed, earning a 1-star medal is perfectly justified!”

The words left O’Connor stunned.

“How, how many? How many pigs, requiring thousands of people to gather pig feed?”

“Tens of millions probably…”

O’Connor felt like coughing up blood, tens of millions?!!

Is this world mad, raising so many pigs?!

How much food must be consumed daily, can it afford such an expense?

No wonder everyone can have their share of meat.

Moreover, upon reflection, even under extremely cold weather, they can raise so many pigs… How formidable must this territory’s foundation be?

This was built in less than a year?

The entire process was numbing him, then he cautiously asked, as a thought struck him.

“How much land have we farmed now, and what’s the population?”

“Now just tens of thousands, I hear on another Plane… the Lord has established a new city, expected to accommodate over three hundred thousand people.”

“As for land, we already have almost two hundred thousand acres of farmland, City Hall recently ordered the reclamation of fifty thousand acres…”

The statistics made O’Connor feel waves of suffocation.

Is this a territory established in less than a year??!

Compared to the 20-year-old Black Deer City, it’s not even comparable!!

At that moment, the Swamp Boggart ascended the podium, beginning the lecture.

O’Connor, still dazed, found himself immersed, and after the lecture, as some residents dispersed and many more arrived, the shock deepened.

Though aware of free knowledge dissemination, he hadn’t expected that they’d be spoon-fed so decisively.

With such teacher lectures, what can’t you learn?

Recalling his proud assertion earlier of being literate, a strong sense of shame overwhelmed him… it was so embarrassing!!

Ultimately, even the prospect of watching the subsequent drama lost its appeal; he just wanted to find a crevice to hide in…

Gradually calming down, his heart was utterly numb.

He’s never faced more shock than he had today.

This city truly brims with mystery and extraordinariness.