After repelling the orc army, the settler town gained safety.
But this was only temporary.
Alan wasn't carried away by his immediate victory.
He knew that the greatest credit for defeating the orcs lay not with him, but with the powerful reinforcements sent by the Silvermoon Monastery.
The security provided by the monastery wasn't free.
As the settlers gained a foothold, businesses flourished, and the town prospered, the protection fees collected by the monastery would also rise.
Alan didn't want to rely on others for security forever.
He didn't want to work for the Silvermoon Monastery his entire life.
Furthermore, the Silvermoon Monastery wasn't guaranteed to remain standing forever.
Don't forget, there's the Beast Cult on Redmoon Island.
What if the Silvermoon Monastery lost the battle against the Beast Cult?
What if they couldn't afford to take on the responsibility for New Gwent's security? This situation had happened on Quint Island before.
If the Warlock Academy hadn't been overwhelmed and unable to stop the Beast Cult's invasion of Quint Island, why would it have led the villagers to flee to Silvermoon Island?
Who can guarantee that the same disaster won't happen to Silvermoon Island in the future?
When that day comes, who can he rely on?
Relying on the mountain will bring it down. To survive, one must rely on oneself.
A conviction gradually took shape in Alan's mind: the New Quint Territory must be strengthened as quickly as possible.
There are only a few thousand young people in the town.
Ms. Sora had already conducted a bloodline census, and there were only a handful of promising candidates.
Traditional training methods for warlocks, establishing a team, were too inefficient, and Alan couldn't wait.
Are there any other quicker methods?
In fact, there are.
Alan has collected many types of beastman viruses, including the inherently evil Ratman and Batman viruses.
However, there are also types that don't significantly distort personality traits.
For example, the Leopardman virus he took from himself and his sister, and the Catman and Beeman viruses he obtained from his junior apprentice, Ella.
Brother Bear, Brother Pig, and Sister Lion also provided him with the Bearman, Pigman, and Lionman beastman viruses.
If these milder viruses were injected into willing teenagers, they could mass-produce beastmen!
The probability of a beastman awakening as a beastman sorcerer is extremely high!
Even if they don't become true sorcerers, their foundation, especially their ability to transform, makes them far more powerful than ordinary militiamen!
Alan has plenty of experience in training beastmen; Kelly is a successful example.
He named this project the "Beastman Project." Having repelled the orcs and secured temporary safety for the territory, this precious respite seemed like a good opportunity to implement the "Beast Transformation Project."
However, a technical challenge remained.
Even the most gentle bear-type beastmen found it difficult to control their urge to go berserk during the full moon.
The perfect solution to this problem was the Calming Meditation Method.
Alan possessed the complete Calming Meditation Method, levels 1-3.
He could impart this directly to others through group meditation.
The problem was that group meditation itself was a secret that could not be easily shared.
Alan could share this secret with his sister, teacher Sora, and his junior sister, but he dared not publicize it.
What if he widely applied this method to the young people in the small town who had been inoculated with the beast virus?
How would he explain to the Silver Moon Monastery that he could mass-produce beastmen who wouldn't go berserk? Even if he could come up with a half-hearted excuse, could he guarantee the person wouldn't leak the secret?
After all, people's hearts are hidden.
Outsiders aren't necessarily as reliable as his sister!
This kind of operation is too risky!
Alan sighed inwardly.
It's not that meditation in groups can't be used, but it must be disguised!
It's like laundering "black money."
"Calming Meditation Potion" is the perfect disguise.
There are two places to obtain the knowledge he wants: the Beast Worship Cult or... the Silver Moon Monastery!
Alan had been pondering the possibility of joining a disciple at the Silver Moon Monastery and learning how to make the "Calming Meditation Potion."
With the cover of being a "Silver Moon Disciple," all his problems would be easily solved!
In the evening, Alan received good news.
All the women abducted by the charlatan Charles have been rescued by Sister Lion.
"Third sister, thank you for your hard work!"
Alan thanked Maria in person.
As he approached, he caught a whiff of a familiar scent from her.
Alan paused for a moment, then tentatively asked Maria:
"Third sister, when you were busting the Beast Cult's den, did you find the cult's church?"
Maria nodded.
"So, did you take the idol the cult used to worship?"
"Oh, is that what you're talking about?"
Maria opened her storage bag and pulled out a bone-carved idol.
Alan suppressed his excitement and took it calmly.
It was a statue of Charon.
The "God of Death," worshipped by the bat people, also had a human body and a bat head, with a pair of pitch-black bat wings folded behind him.
Allen held the statue in his right hand, pretending to examine it.
A bone spur quietly emerged from the palm of his left hand and pierced the ear canal of the Charon statue, extracting the dried bone marrow powder.
Drip—
"Consume special ingredients: bone marrow infused with divine power!"
"Potential +3!"
"Spirit +1!"
Current Attributes: Constitution 28, Agility 24, Spirit 33
Potential Reserve: 12 points
After receiving the system notification, Allen retracted the bone spur and returned the statue to Maria.
"Third sister, what are you going to do with this evil statue?"
"As per custom, I'll hand it over to the monastery and let Master deal with it." Maria stuffed the Charon statue back into her storage bag. "Alan, do you still remember the cult leader named Charles?"
"Of course I do. How strong is he?" Allen asked casually.
"He's at the late third stage of cultivation, and his skills are all in his mouth. He's good at charm magic, but in a real fight, he's no match for the pirate Captain Crabbe!" Maria scoffed. "This statue of Charon was found on his corpse!"
"Third sister, you single-handedly destroyed the cult stronghold and seized the statue of the evil god. You've made great contributions to the Silver Moon Monastery. Your promotion to Cat House Elder is just around the corner!"
Alan smiled and flattered Sister Lion, setting the stage for his next request.
"I know your own worth, so don't try to fool me!" Maria sneered, staring at him and asking, "You're so sweet, are you asking me for something?"
"Third sister, you're so smart! You guessed it!" Alan leaned closer to Sister Lion and lowered his voice. "Actually, I was thinking of using your backdoor to help me—"
Before he could finish his words, Maria blushed.
"You rascal, little brother! I haven't tried it yet... Just be gentle."
Alan wanted to explain that he meant using connections to get in through the back door, not what she had misinterpreted.
But then he thought...what's the point of explaining?
It's rare for Sister Lion to be so obedient, so he might as well just go along with it and talk about it later!
After a wild and wild sex, Alan picked up the Sister Lion and took a bath together.
"Little brother, you've had your fun, isn't it time to get down to business?" Maria moaned weakly.
"Third sister, I heard the monastery is recruiting new students on July 15th. I'd like to inquire if someone like me, who comes from an academy and brings skills to the apprenticeship, will be accepted?" Alan asked as he rubbed Sister Lion's back.
"Yes, but generally, they won't be given much attention."
Sister Lion enjoyed his gentle care, narrowing her eyes and sighing.
"After all, if you bring your skills with you to a master, you're not one of the monastery's own, trained from childhood. You'll only reach the inner courtyard at best, and it's unlikely you'll become a direct disciple of an elder or the head monk."
This was exactly what Allen had envisioned.
"Third sister, I want to learn the technique of making tranquilizing and meditative potions. Which branch should I apply to for a better chance of inheriting the inheritance?"
Maria turned to look at him, a look of surprise on her face.
"Silver Moon Monastery is best known for its martial arts, but you're more interested in alchemy. Why is that?"
"I'd like to learn martial arts, too, but what I need more right now is tranquilizing and meditative potions."
Alan whispered his plan.
"I want to open a martial arts school in New Quint Town, recruiting qualified young people from the town to learn martial arts and keep fit."
"I've learned some martial arts awakening potions, but I'm still short of meditation techniques."
"Yes, you're of the bloodline of the Demon Leopard, a fellow beastman. Further study at a monastery would be a great advantage."
Maria pondered for a moment and then said slowly:
"I'll write you a letter of recommendation. Apply for the Cat Academy."
"The head of the Cat Academy, Ms. Shiva, the 'White Tiger Martial Master,' is my master."
"As your direct disciple, I hold some weight in your master's eyes."
"As long as you can get into the Cat Academy and perform well, and with my help, I'm sure you'll easily gain his approval."
"Then I'll find an opportunity to ask your master to teach me the secret method for preparing a tranquilizing and meditative potion. It shouldn't be difficult."
"Thank you, Third Sister!" Allen breathed a sigh of relief that things had gone so smoothly. "Just verbal thanks? That's insincere!" Maria rolled her eyes at him in disapproval.
"How about a 20% discount from now on?"
"Only 20% off..."
"Then... 30% off!" Allen said helplessly. "That's the limit, the lowest price ever."
"That's more like it!" Maria's expression softened. "By the way, you've almost drained all my personal savings. You'll have to give me credit from now on!"
"Okay..." Allen smiled bitterly. "You're my sister after all!"
Maria finally smiled brightly.
She vaguely realized that Allen cared more about keeping the account than whether she actually paid him back.
Even if she was broke and couldn't afford the prostitution, he wouldn't refuse her requests.
Maria optimistically believed...this was love!
It's just that her brother was shy and stubborn.
So, she thought she might as well be more proactive.
"You rascal! Don't think you can defeat me so easily! I'll fight you for another three hundred rounds tonight!"
Sister Lion pounced on Allen, her pretty face flushing. She gritted her teeth and swore fiercely:
"I don't believe I can't drain you dry!"