He curiously asked, "King, what is your Spiritual Energy strength? I still can't sense it."

The King also fell into contemplation, and after a long time, he replied.

"I am not very sure either. The Royal City no longer has instruments capable of measuring my Spiritual Energy. The last time I tested it was twenty years ago. I have forgotten the exact number. Maybe there's a record in the Great Book Library. If you want to see it, I can have the library manager find it for you."

Rod looked at the King in astonishment, knowing that the King was extremely strong but didn't expect him to be so powerful that no instrument could measure it.

As for the data from twenty years ago, that has little value. Back then, the King might not have been stronger than him.

"If it's not troublesome." Rod said, "I just want to see how big the gap is between me and you back then, and when I can catch up with your pace."

The King smiled and said, "There may be such a day. Although my Spiritual Energy has reached an unimaginable level, the path of the True King is long severed, and perhaps I will never take that one true step."

Rumble!

The Holy Fire suddenly emitted a dull roar.

The King glanced back: "Hmm, another lost creature has approached the Holy Fire... I must fight. Go back, little Rod."

Having said that, he transformed into a streak of golden light and returned to the Holy Fire.

Rod gazed at the figure in the blazing Holy Fire; his Spirit had silently entered the Spirit Realm, battling every creature that threatened the Holy Fire.

Suddenly, he had a strange feeling that he and the King were seemingly of the same identity, fighting on different levels, but the ultimate purpose was to protect humanity and break the Black Fog, fighting for that vast, clean world.

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After leaving the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground, officials from the Royal City Governance Hall and Service Department approached him.

They said, according to the Royal City's decree, a mansion would be arranged for Rod as the exclusive residence for the Fire Son. He could make any request, and high-rank production personnel would modify the mansion strictly according to his needs.

Rod was left bewildered by the questions, never having thought about such matters. Fortunately, the officials were prepared and brought out a stack of thick books for him to choose from.

The books were filled with dazzling illustrations that made Rod's eyes dazzle. All kinds of decorative utensils were available, and he could even select the production staff for the renovation; they had different Soul Traits, and it would take only three days to build the mansion.

Trolian's construction capabilities are very strong, as long as it doesn't involve high-strength defense works or buildings with special uses, everything else can be constructed in a short time.

So, as long as there are resources, Trolian can easily build a town in the wilderness.

However, building is easy, maintaining it is hard.

And if there's no output, only consumption, then its existence holds no meaning.

Therefore, Trolian needs not just territory but good territory.

Fertile land, flowing water, and minerals, as long as these resources are there, a human settlement can be built.

As for construction inside the Royal City, that's the simplest of tasks.

Rod casually picked one that pleased him as his chief architect, chose a circular mansion, and left the rest to him to unfold freely.

But that wasn't all; the officials then had him select servants. As Troli's enormous tree, his life should be completely carefree and extremely comfortable. Any enjoyment he desired should be satisfied, and countless people would want this job—one knew, going to the Upper City, living in a big house, lighting a Big Spirit Lamp, carefree living, was something many dreamed of.

The Service Department officials even thoughtfully listed all the people who had been associated with him.

Rod saw on it the hotel proprietress Shasha where he fought in the Lower City District sewer, the Hunter Group's Flower of Spray A'duo, and many others he'd already forgotten into the corners of his memory.

"Are they all willing?"

"Of course." The Service Department official looked at him in surprise: "Is there anyone unwilling?"

"Okay then."

Rod brought them all in, but it was still far from the standard of the Fire Son. Under the Service Department officials' urging, he had to turn to the recommended service personnel at the back, painfully choosing many fair-skinned, beautiful, long-legged women to enter his mansion.

"Alright, this is too much; too many can't handle it..."

"Alright, Your Excellency Fire Son."

The Service Department official noted down each lucky person and compiled them into a book.

"Huh? Why are they all tall girls..."

Rod quickly coughed to change the subject: "Anything else?"

The Service Department official nodded: "Your favorite food, favorite colors, preferred service methods, any special hobbies..."

This question alone lasted more than two clock hours, causing Rod great distress.

But just as the officials of the Royal City Governance Hall and Service Department left, First Defense Chief Dalin found him.

"Little Rod."

At this moment, Dalin's hair was already white, and the heavy coordination work had put an immense pressure on him, yet there was not a trace of fatigue on his face, only a smile.

"I didn't expect you to become the Fire Son so quickly. I never imagined I would one day have fifteen ace assets."

"So, I have specially come to find you, to tell you my insights on how to become a good Special Level Combatant."

Rod scratched his head; he didn't quite understand Dalin's words. The stronger the Special Level Combatant, the better, wasn't it obvious?

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