“Sir Magician, are you really going to leave everything here to us?” the middle-aged Knight Captain asked.
“We’ve clarified this many times already. I understand what you mean, but we Magicians see things differently from ordinary people. Now that I’ve finished my seclusion and am preparing to set off on an adventure, this place is worthless to me. But you all need a good place to settle down, so I’m at ease leaving it to you,” Xiadam said.
“We’re deeply grateful for your kindness…” The middle-aged Knight Captain still wanted to say something sentimental.
“Alright, enough with the nonsense. Plan how you’re going to build your own camp,” Xiadam didn’t want to hear his nagging and left quickly.
When she returned to the front of the camp, she saw Sheffield playing with a group of children.
“Big Sis, are you an elf?”
“Big Sis, how is your skin so evenly tanned and beautiful?”
“Big Sis, you’re so strong!”
The children asked their innocent questions without restraint.
But as soon as Xiadam came near, the children scattered in a flash, vanishing from sight, all hiding behind their mothers.
“…Do I really look that scary?” Xiadam was speechless.
Do I look scarier to the children than this fake elf woman with silver hair, bronze skin, and golden eyes?
There’s nothing scary or strange about my appearance, is there?
“Hehe.” Sheffield sneered.
“What are you laughing at? Let’s get ready to set off,” Xiadam snorted coldly.
Just then, the nagging middle-aged Knight Captain came over again.
He said, “Sir Magician, are you heading out? Please don’t leave so soon, stay for a while longer. Let us do something for you both.”
“No, Knight Captain, we have no reason to stay here any longer,” Xiadam said.
“Well… How about we tailor two outfits for you both? If you go out wearing animal hides, people might laugh at you. Not that your handiwork is bad, but that’s just how the world is,” the middle-aged Knight Captain did his best to persuade her.
“Knight Captain, you’ve convinced me.” As soon as Xiadam heard this, she immediately changed her mind.
She finally decided to stay for a while longer.
“Everyone, come take a look at my storeroom and the smoked meat rack. Tonight, let’s all have a good meal.”
Xiadam even took out all the good things she had stored to treat the Pioneers.
That night, a large bonfire was lit in the Manor, illuminating the darkness.
Everyone gathered together to sing and enjoy delicious food.
The Pioneers hadn’t had such a lavish meal in a long time.
“By the way, Sir Magician, we still don’t know your name.” The Goddess Hall was drinking heartily.
Taking advantage of her tipsiness, she finally mustered up the courage to ask.
“My name is Sadam Ludwig,” Xiadam replied.
Some time passed.
The Pioneers first expanded the Manor’s fence by a large circle.
They built tall, pointed wooden walls with stakes, which could effectively defend against wild beasts, though it would still be dangerous if a magical beast attacked.
The camp was filled with small wooden cabins to meet the Pioneers’ housing needs. But it still wasn’t enough, and many residents still had to live in tents.
However, everything was thriving—this was truly a blessed land.
Given time, it would definitely grow into a Frontier Town in the South Forest.
Many adventurers would come for its reputation, boosting the local economy.
But all of this, she wouldn’t be able to see.
The women of the Pioneers tailored a small white robe for Sheffield and a large black robe for Xiadam.
Sheffield wore the Magic Apprentice Robe, while Xiadam donned the much more brilliant Magician’s White Robe.
In an instant, the two shed their previous wild appearance, their aura becoming truly noble.
Xiadam’s aura had always been cold and forceful, scaring children so much that none dared approach.
It was as if this small body contained incomparably powerful strength.
No, not as if—the Pioneers really believed it.
This young Sir Magician was someone who could wipe out a pack of wolves in an instant!
“Dun~ Dun~ Dun~”
And often in the camp, there was a black Fat Crocodile Turtle napping under a big tree.
It was the Sir Magician’s magic pet.
This was something beyond ordinary understanding, but everyone felt it was normal, further highlighting Sir Magician’s extraordinariness.
But the children in the camp would rather play with the Fat Little Dragon than approach Xiadam.
“Sir Magician, this is a Recommendation Letter for Lord Lavini. In the letter, I wrote about your selfless contributions to the pioneers, and also mentioned the reward I promised you,” the middle-aged Knight Captain handed a letter to Xiadam.
He knew that this time, he wouldn’t be able to persuade Sir Magician to stay.
“Farewell.”
Xiadam was straightforward as well, bidding farewell, then leaving the Manor with the Fat Little Dragon and Sheffield.
Oh, right, this place wasn’t called Manor anymore.
A simple plaque hung on the wooden wall, with the camp’s name written on it: [Xiadam Village].
Leaving the village named after herself.
Xiadam was silent along the way, feeling a bit reluctant to part.
The two of them and the dragon crossed a plain, then an even vaster grassland.
After half a day of walking, Xiadam was exhausted and stopped to rest under a large tree.
“Ga ga?” The Fat Little Dragon sensed Xiadam’s mood, waddled over and waved its chubby paw in front of her, trying to comfort her—so understanding.
“Little Black, thank you. But I really can’t carry you, you’re too fat,” Xiadam said with a smile.
“Ga ga!” The Fat Little Dragon raised its paw insistently, determined for Xiadam to trust it one more time.
Xiadam had no choice but to sit up, reach out, and try to lift the Fat Little Dragon by the waist.
And this time, she actually lifted the Fat Little Dragon easily.
“Huh? Why are you so much lighter? You haven’t slimmed down at all, you’ve actually gotten rounder,” Xiadam was shocked.
Before, the Fat Little Dragon weighed as much as a stone block, but now it felt more like a rubber ball.
But no matter how light it got, it shouldn’t feel like a ball, right?
Did the Black Dragon’s belly get hollowed out? That’s a bit scary!
“Ga!” The Fat Black Dragon looked smug, wanting to be praised.
“What’s going on? You’re not sick, are you? Don’t scare me,” Xiadam could now hold the Fat Little Dragon with one hand, freeing the other to rub its head like petting a dog—a small reward.
“It’s Gravity Magic.” Sheffield came over, grabbed the Fat Little Dragon’s turtle shell, picked it up, and commented sharply.
The Fat Little Dragon paddled its limbs in the air, looking ridiculous, like a dog swimming, trying to break free.
“Gravity Magic?” Xiadam was shocked again.
She snatched the Fat Little Dragon back, stroked its belly, and found that its shell was covered with a barely perceptible layer of magical power.
“This little guy is controlling gravity, so it can make itself very light,” Sheffield explained.