CHAPTER 48: CHAPTER 48: UNLIMITED POTENTIAL – THE FUTURE OF SPIRITUAL DEVELOPMENT DEPENDS ON YOU

Lear curiously reached out and took it.

The treasure, resembling a snail shell, felt as light as a feather in his hand.

Shell of Echoes

[Level]: 2 Stars

[Traits]: 1. Echo Reverberation, amplifies one’s own voice, allowing it to be heard within a 3-kilometer radius centered on oneself.

2. Voice of Charm, transmits sound through the shell, increasing sound effects by an additional 40%.

[Evaluation]: A treasure made from the shell of an echo snail, it greatly enhances the charm of one’s voice.

2-star treasure?

It’s a good item.

But this is obviously specially crafted for the Swamp Boggart.

Lear reached out and handed it back.

"Keep it with you, don’t lose it. Only in your hands can it truly shine."

The Swamp Boggart who received the Shell of Echoes looked at him with quite some emotion.

"Master~ Thank you for your gift."

Lear’s mouth twitched.

This was originally yours... these newly born Swamp Boggarts seem a bit... gullible?

He continued to observe these Banshees.

They feed on emotions, which can enhance their strength.

Quite fascinating.

And isn’t it easier to sustain them than growing things in the ground?

With their voices and charm, teaching them a few songs upon returning, arranging rehearsals for grand performances, or dances like dress-up performances...

Or putting on dramas like Romeo and Juliet, filling the mental void of Weilu City, wouldn’t they reap emotions to their heart’s content?

In Noel World, spiritual life is extremely lacking.

The most entertainment involves going to the tavern at night or visiting courtesans in upper society to enjoy some explicit fun, but even that’s limited.

For the lower classes, even food and drink are issues, leaving no room for spiritual entertainment, forcing them into a monochromatic world.

Songs are mostly limited to religious sects singing hymns to the Gods.

Completely devoid of entertainment value.

The construction of the territory is important, but so is the spiritual infrastructure.

In the future, the Swamp Boggarts can promote the greatness of the Lord, sing songs like "Weilu City is my home," increasing unity and cohesion.

Upon deep consideration, expanding in this direction shows great potential.

In battle, they can confuse enemy minds, increasing the odds of victory.

In life, they can act as a propaganda machine, spreading his ideology and will.

In a small territory, the effects are not obvious, but as Weilu City grows... guidance in public opinion and spiritual aspects becomes extremely important.

With this in mind, when Lear looked at the Swamp Boggarts again, his gaze had completely changed.

These beautiful Banshees, if properly excavated, have endless magical uses.

They may not be inferior to the Bubble Beast and Vine Fairy.

This crisis didn’t just resolve safely, it turned into a substantial gain.

Comforting.

At this moment, Haggs brought over the missing Mud Swamp People and that Half-Fishman from the bushes.

The two were still asleep at this moment.

The clothing of the Mud Swamp People had long been stripped clean, leaving only a pair of large shorts.

The Half-Fishman didn’t mind, these slimy creatures were covered in algae, tattered, not much better than being unclothed.

The nearby Mud Swamp People felt ashamed to see their companions in such a disheveled state.

Luckily, the adults had subdued these Banshees with thunderous means, or this guy would be dead.

They also felt a hint of fear, luckily they weren’t the ones lured by the song yesterday, otherwise, they’d be the ones being stared at by a hundred or so people lying there.

Lear waved his hand, signaling someone to wake the Mud Swamp People.

"Hanno~ Hanno~ Wake up, wake up!"

The Mud Swamp People woke up after a few slaps as the person called out, teeth clenched.

In pain, the other party slowly woke up.

This young Mud Swamp person named Hanno was about sixteen or seventeen.

Being lured at this age wasn’t strange at all.

The other person slowly turned their head, green pupils showing some confusion, gradually regaining clarity.

Feeling a bit cool, they suddenly sat up, looking at their large shorts, stunned.

Not wearing any clothes?!

A quick glance around revealed over a hundred pairs of eyes staring at him.

A surge of intense shame came over him, almost wanting to find a hole to disappear into.

Trembling, he moved to the side.

"What happened?"

The Mud Swamp People who woke him up shared the story, ending with a statement.

"If the Lord hadn’t personally led the army, you would have died in those bushes!"

Tricked by the song of a Banshee?

The young Mud Swamp person felt a deep sense of social death.

To be tricked was one thing, but being rescued by over a hundred people, naked for them to see...

And the culprits who lured him were still there, looking so... exquisite!

Under such a major hit, his body began to tremble.

Lear looked at the Mud Swamp person’s state, frowning slightly.

He gestured for Hanno to stand up.

"What’s your name? Hanno?"

The shame-ridden Mud Swamp person lowered his head, murmuring.

"Yes, my Lord... I’m... Hanno."

No one would want to appear before their great Lord, whom they revered as a deity, in such a condition.

He’d rather die!

Lear watched him with a calm expression, patting his shoulder, speaking slowly.

"Lift your head, look at me."

Hanno’s body trembled, was the Lord going to reprimand him?

Considering over a hundred people were watching, his inner shame deepened, clenching his fists, he raised his head.

Ready to endure the scolding...

But the scolding he anticipated never came, the Lord’s tone remained calm and earnest.

"Hanno, no one is without mistakes; young people make mistakes, even Gods forgive."

"Knowing shame allows one to forge ahead bravely and firmly in the future!"

"Do not let this mistake make you hesitant or discouraged."

"I allow you opportunities for mistakes."

"Growth takes time."

"Work hard, there is a long future ahead; Weilu City needs you to assume great responsibilities."

He patted his shoulder heavily.

"Don’t show this appearance again... I dislike seeing it."

"Failure isn’t scary, evading one’s weaknesses is."

"Go back."

The spiritless Hanno blankly stared at Lear, a light of unprecedented brilliance illuminating his once dark world.

His gaze gradually brightened until it gleamed.

Placing his right hand on his chest, his gaze filled with resolve.

"Lord, Hanno will not disappoint your expectations!"

Young people err, and gods forgive!

The future of Weilu City still needs young people like him to bear its responsibilities!

These words were like a powerful stimulant, surging into his heart.

Looking at Lear, the previous reverence turned into fervor and devotion.

He was looking at his god!

The eyes of the surrounding Mud Swamp People subtly changed, no longer viewing Hanno differently, elevating their respect for Lear.

To follow such a leader, even in death, was willing!

The reason why benevolent governance is widely praised is due to the immense disparity between the positions of the upper and lower ranks.

Even if the leader merely treats them equally, in the eyes of the subordinates it is a great honor and blessing.