[Underground Water Source Entrance: The underground of the small ranch has already been remodeled, simulating a grassland environment rich in water resources. This way, the water flow can pass through these underground rivers, nourishing the grassland, allowing it to continuously grow pasture grass to feed the animals within the ranch.]
'Damn, that's awesome!'
'How the hell is this just an upgrade?'
'This is basically terrain restructuring, alright?'
Although Ethan already had a certain understanding of this system, every time he saw its upgrade abilities improve, he still couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, 'This system really is insane.'
"H-How did you do this?"
After Nostradamus got used to the blinding white light, he finally opened his eyes again.
But the moment he did, his eyes widened instantly, and he kept scanning his surroundings, completely stunned, "Isn't this transformation speed way too fast? Even I couldn't possibly remodel an entire ranch this quickly. Just how did you do it?"
"Heh!"
Although the Genie Sylas couldn't enter the ranch, he wasn't blind. He naturally saw the changes inside.
Now that he had the chance, there was no way he'd miss the opportunity to mock Nostradamus, "Aren't you supposed to be his master? And yet you got completely crushed by your own disciple? Aren't you embarrassed? I'm asking you, aren't you embarrassed?"
"Shut up! Who said I was talking to you!"
"I'm not shutting up. What are you gonna do about it?", The Genie Sylas grinned shamelessly, "Come out if you've got the guts! Come out and hit me!"
"Just to hit you, I need to go out?"
After saying that, Nostradamus directly turned the head of a Hell Tyrannosaurus Dog toward Sylas, then slapped it on the head.
"ROAR!"
The Hell Tyrannosaurus Dog locked its gaze onto Sylas outside the fence, its eyes instantly filling with rage.
At the same time, another streak of white light gathered in its mouth. It was clearly charging a white light sphere. Sylas's expression immediately turned panicked, "Holy crap! He's the one who hit you, why are you taking it out on me?"
"ROAR!"
A light sphere shot straight toward Sylas.
Frightened, Sylas quickly dodged, but unexpectedly, that strange white light sphere could actually change direction. Left with no choice, he finally shrank back into the golden teapot.
After losing its target, the light sphere spun halfway in the air before turning into specks of white light and disappearing.
"Tch! Coward!"
After mocking Sylas, Nostradamus turned back to Ethan and said, "Kid, you must've used an upgrade scroll designed by a Magic Modifier, right? Otherwise, there's no way it could be this powerful."
"An upgrade scroll designed by a Magic Modifier?"
This was Ethan's first time hearing that term.
But judging from the literal meaning, it should be some kind of support-type mage. If you compare it to a modern profession, it'd be something like an interior designer.
Except these "designers" didn't have to slowly renovate a house like in the real world.
Instead, they would seal their completed design into a magic scroll. Once the user selected the place to renovate, they only needed to open the scroll, and the magic power within it would directly transform the location.
You could say it was extremely convenient.
"Hmph! Hmph!"
Nostradamus didn't catch that Ethan was asking a question, and even looked proud of himself, "I knew I guessed right! You definitely used a scroll. Otherwise, how could there be such bright white light, and the transformation speed be this fast."
"Oh, I get it now. You must've bought it from that merchant White, right."
"Listen here, disciple!"
"That thing of yours is just a waste of money. Sure, the transformation is fast, but the results might not be, huh? Growth and reproduction speed increased by fifty percent?"
"Is that for real? That scroll is this insane? This over-the-top?"
"Just looking at that growth rate is making me jealous!"
"Master!", Seeing Nostradamus actually starting to study it, Ethan quickly interrupted him, "What you just said, does it still count?"
"I said… what did I say?"
Nostradamus looked confused, clearly having forgotten what he had promised earlier.
Of course, Ethan wasn't about to let him get away with it. He immediately reminded him, "Master, you said that if I showed you, you'd upgrade the ranch environment for me for free, and you also promised to help me tame ten Hell Tyrannosaurus Dogs. You can't go back on your word."
"I did?"
Nostradamus's eyes flickered. This time, it wasn't that he forgot, he was clearly trying to weasel out of it.
Hearing that, Ethan didn't get angry. He simply turned to look at the Genie Sylas and said, "Or I could go ask Archmage Sylas. He should've heard it too. Maybe he still remembers…"
"Alright!", Nostradamus immediately cut him off, "I'll do it! I'll do it! Is that good enough?"
"Then I'll trouble you, Master!"
"..."
Nostradamus's face darkened.
Then, from who knows where, he took out several yellow Starry Sky Stones and began setting them up.
As he worked, he muttered under his breath, "In weather this cold, you're making me work outside all night. What a great disciple I've raised, huh! Sigh!"
While talking, Nostradamus even clenched his fists and thumped his own lower back.
But watching his exaggerated act, Ethan was speechless. He thought to himself, 'Aren't you just a stone man?'
'You can actually feel cold?'
'And you're even pounding your back?'
'We all have lumbar discs, so why are you the only one sticking out so much?'
"Master, you've worked hard."
Ethan said with a smile, "I'll go tell the kitchen to prepare two bowls of warming soup for you. You can come drink them after you're done."
"You brat, you're just leaving like this? Aren't you going to help—"
"Master, what are you saying? The wind's too strong here, I can't hear you."
Ethan quickly left the ranch.
He definitely didn't want to stay there, or he'd end up being dragged into labor by Nostradamus. Best to make a quick escape.
———
[Back at the Dining Hall]
Ethan saw that the residents had already finished processing the Ice Gall King.
As for the remaining ordinary ice galls, of course they wouldn't be opened. Ethan planned to have Mr. White take them back to the main city to sell later.
One costs a thousand dragon coins.
With tens of thousands of ice galls, that'd be tens of millions, who would be willing to eat them.
He opened his magic book, just about to collect the ice galls sent over by the players from District Seven, planning to tally and pack them together to hand over to Mr. White…
But then Ethan saw a group of people @ him in the world channel.
'What's going on?'
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