Taking a deep breath, Matthew understood the schemes of the Kael Elf Kingdom.
In his pitch-black eyes, a flicker of determination flashed, and he gently rubbed his fingertips, then continued his arrangements with a calm demeanor:
"Continue relocating the population, quickly build mass housing, and ensure the sturdiness of each building while preparing clean water sources for each one."
"Enable semi-automatic production permissions, with a focus on quality control, strictly preventing any form of corruption."
"Accelerate the construction of independent food production factories, and quickly establish multiple production lines..."
All sorts of arrangements swiftly transformed into one command after another.
The super Tower Spirit, who received the orders, recalled the many tragic scenes that had just entered her mind, her eyes glimmering with a touch of anger as well.
