Chapter 271: Geomantic Veins and Local Specialties

"The ancestors determined the stars precisely for your sake; adjusting the distance between this planet and the star ensures that you, the newly created races, can survive at an appropriate temperature."

The Slann explained this to Sinuoli, for he knew that the main reason the Dragons of Ulthuan had fallen into slumber was the same: the world had been placed into an orbit suitable for younger races, and this climate was not conducive to the activities of Dragons.

"The Geomantic Web allows us to draw upon the power of the entire planet from the earth; the Winds of Magic exist within all things, and the earth's reserves are the most abundant."

Sinuoli thought of the talent called "Geomantic Binding"; many spellcasters had mastered the technique of inserting a staff or Arcane Conductor into the earth to reduce the probability of spell failure.

"You need us to repair this set of things; are there construction blueprints?" Sinuoli did not understand architecture or design, but he knew that even if the master architects of Everpeak came, they would not be able to figure it out for a while; such high-end goods would be difficult for even the Ancestor Gods to handle.

"Look!" The Slann raised its eyelids slightly; it could also use the mirror spell of Teclis. Sinuoli saw a continuously rotating, floating Geomantic Core; it was a prism-shaped object atop a high tower, where many energy lines converged.

"Are you sure?" Sinuoli walked around the light screen. "Does this count as a Geomantic Spire or a Geomantic Core? Although I haven't been there, I estimate that only Itza or Hexoatl would have this kind of thing, right?"

The transmigrator named the birthplaces of two Lizardmen legendary lords from his past life's game; Itza was the first among cities, the place where the Old Ones first descended; Lord Kroak presided there during his lifetime, and his mummy was also placed there after death.

And Hexoatl was the City of the Sun, crucial in the Geomantic Web, and also the northernmost Temple City. Situated at the border of Lustria and Naggaroth, it was the first line of defense for the Lizardmen against northern invaders. The most active and powerful second-generation Demon Toad, Mazdamundi, ruled over her.

"Is it difficult?" The Slann shook its head. It pointed again, and a relatively simple sequence of geomantic architecture emerged.

"This is the geomantic bridge tower that was once built on these ruins; compared to the previous one, it can only better concentrate the geomantic power and prevent it from dissipating and disappearing." Sinuoli introduced it while watching the Slann.

"This looks doable to me!" Sinuoli calculated the workload; building such a bridge tower required a combination of strength, knowledge, and skill, and since the Lizardmen were designed to perform their respective duties, it was indeed difficult to manage without generalists.

"I need the relevant knowledge; regarding the star charts, we can do without them if the original site ruins are there, but you must provide the information about the earth veins, otherwise it will just be a hollow shell even if built." Sinuoli made a judgment after a brief inspection.

"Very well! Then I will go back to Meditation; if there is anything needed, mention it to the Skinks. I hope to see the bridge tower restored when I wake up."

Outelakesi was very straightforward; it did not have much relevant heritage itself, and the youngest generation had not participated in the construction of the Geomantic Web. Since it had chosen to seek help from the Dwarf, this fifth-generation Slann naturally would not be stingy with the necessary resources.

Two Suoluoshi brought over several sets of Gold Plaques, and Sinuoli touched them lightly. The Slann knew that ordinary people could not understand the Lizardmen's writing, so it projected the contents directly into Sinuoli's mind.

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

The Dwarf King grinned; knowledge regarding the Geomantic Web was considered top-secret even when the Old Ones were still in this world. At that time, the Lizardmen, as the Eldest Children of the Old Ones, possessed strength that surpassed all other races, and even the Ancestor Gods could not lay a finger on their knowledge.

But the wheels of history rolled forward; the scrolls once in the Slann's hall now flew into the homes of ordinary Dwarfs. Today, he had obtained a detailed document so easily; even if it were only a basic version, it was still precious.

The Rune Magic of the Dwarfs could be compared to extracting water through condensation in the desert: stable, but slow. Normal mages casting spells were like drawing moisture from the air, heavily influenced by the fluctuations in the reserves of the Winds of Magic on the battlefield.

And the Slann's Geomantic Web was like an underground river, and the buildings that guided and gathered it were like individual wells. If Sinuoli could open a separate interface of his own from the Geomantic Web, the energy he would obtain from it would be immeasurable.

However, for now, he had to get the Slann's business done. Sinuoli's guards put down their tools and began to survey and measure on the spot. Sinuoli himself lacked architectural skills, so he planned to tour the Bone Temple.

Everything in Lizardmen society was mysterious to any outsider; these Cold-Blooded ones would unhesitatingly kill any unwelcome visitor. And over these thousands of years, those who were welcome could be counted on one's fingers.

Sinuoli saw the Lizardmen's livestock pastures, where Skinks managed everything like human herdsmen. Insects could satisfy the Skinks, but the strong Suoluoshi were carnivorous; besides hunting, farming was also within their considerations.

Matching this was the meat storage hall located underground, keeping the meat away from the wrath of Chotec and maintaining it in a relatively fresh state. Sinuoli waved his hand and added an item to his order.

What attracted him even more was yet to come: the Lizardmen actually knew how to brew fruit wine, with a complete production line for planting, pressing, and brewing. For a Dwarf, this was truly great news, even if the alcohol content of the fruit wine was average.

Sinuoli's clansmen, who were greedy for the cup, could go without meat, but they could not go without wine. Previously, the wine transported from the Old World not only had high shipping costs but also suffered from a large amount of unplanned loss.

"What is this?" Sinuoli asked, looking at a nursery in front of him.

"They say these are medicinal herbs; certain types of jungle berries can be used to apply to treat external injuries and other skin diseases. Over there are mysterious ferns and jungle lotuses, all of which are excellent medicinal plant resources."

The Amazon translator answered the boss's question. Sinuoli nodded repeatedly; this kind of medicine unique to the Southlands should have a good market if sold to the Old World. Both its actual efficacy and its scarcity would attract a large number of buyers.

"Sniff!"

Sinuoli turned halfway around, suddenly smelling an alluring, strange, and somewhat familiar scent. He took a deep breath, but still could not identify it.

"Let's go, let's go over there and take a look!" Sinuoli followed the fragrance toward the outskirts of the city.

"Holy crap!" When Sinuoli walked quickly and looked at the stall in front of him, he couldn't help but blurt out a curse from his past life.

This shop, run by Skinks, was filled with spices, from star anise and cinnamon to pepper, chili, and even some cloves and cardamom.

"Are you trying to build a Belt and Road here?" Sinuoli grabbed a handful and sniffed it under his nose.