I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 867 - 867 866. Sense of security

Chapter 867: 866. Sense of security Chapter 867: 866. Sense of security The face in the fog was fierce and eerie, yet for Lu Ban, it brought a sense of reassurance.

Old friend.

Unlike his colleague, the Four-eyed Kid, the Misty City people seemed different. The entire world had been occupied and destroyed by the Outer Gods, yet they still managed to traverse the corners of the Foreign Domain, completing their tasks.

The face twisted, swirling around the members of the Yellow Sand Brotherhood like protective spirits.

To the common people, this smoke was so thin as to be practically invisible, so they neither noticed nor paid any attention to it. Without the requisite knowledge of the Foreign Domain or having had direct encounters with the Misty City people, it never crossed their minds that this could actually be a person.

“It looks like the Misty City people are backing the Yellow Sand Brotherhood. They want to strip this place of its will to explore and let other city-states gradually dismember the city,”

Lu Ban murmured as he closed the ethereal book.

Ke Cheng snapped back to reality, not understanding what had just happened as he listened to Lu Ban’s words.

“Hmm? If the Misty City people are meddling in the background, then why haven’t the rules of Utopia detected this activity?”

Lu Ban thought about this as well.

The Misty City people were clearly not on the same side as the Wasteland or, to put it another way, their Divine Beings were not aligned with the Silence. It was certain that the Misty City people wouldn’t be tasked with anything that would lead to Utopia’s greatness once more, or guiding the hardworking and brave people of Utopia towards common prosperity.

His task was very likely to lead Utopia towards destruction.

So, with the Misty City people’s involvement, why hadn’t the Yellow Sand Brotherhood been penalized?

Could it be that these Misty City people really had such patience?

With this in mind, Lu Ban felt he needed to check on the situation with the Yellow Sand Brotherhood.

But according to the rules of Utopia, spying on others was definitely illegal, and attempting to infiltrate the Yellow Sand Brotherhood’s residence to investigate the actions of the Misty City people was bound to be punished.

After pondering for a moment, Lu Ban soon developed a plan.

“What do you plan to do?”

Feng Yu glanced at Baobao and then turned to Lu Ban.

“Just go and ask them directly,”

Lu Ban instantly replied.

“?”

Feng Yu didn’t quite understand.

…

The next day

The headquarters of the Yellow Sand Brotherhood in the northern part of Utopia.

This was the base of the merchant guild. All travelers certified by the Yellow Sand Brotherhood could receive hospitality here, along with referrals and some business-related assistance.

In the earliest rules of Utopia, every individual’s private property was sacred and inviolable. However, at the same time, individuals were not allowed to occupy the means of production, etc. But as the city developed, various imbalances inevitably arose.

The powerful Transcendents could reap greater rewards from exploration and production, while the weak Common people could only pick up scraps. If these gains were forcibly equalized, it would only weaken the strong explorers’ desire, ultimately leading to a standstill in development.

Therefore, as Utopia continued to develop, the special group of merchants gradually formed.

They relied on the initial accumulation from exploring relics, and then, using clever wit or some luck, amassed a great deal of wealth. However, they temporarily had no way to continuously create wealth with their existing riches, as this was not allowed by the rules of Utopia.

In fact, they also did not have the right to employ others in production. In Utopia, the farmers who raised insects and produced food depended on the Saints of Utopia, the products of old civilization relied on the Academy’s Explorers, and as for daily necessities, the barren life had almost no need for such goods. Most were agricultural products, derivatives of insects, and had not yet developed to the extent of a handicraft industry.

So although the merchants possessed vast fortunes, their lives did not change drastically. They still needed to work, just not in the fields. The basic bartering and transaction settlements still required a lot of time, with some merchants even needing to travel to other City-states for trade.

Of course, throughout the long history, there have also been merchants who chose to take their fortunes and flee Utopia altogether, heading to other City-states. The journey was long and, in these other City-states, these merchants were not protected by Utopian laws. The luckier ones found a relatively peaceful City-state to settle down in. But the less fortunate either lost their way in sandstorms, becoming buried treasure in the desert Wasteland, fell victim to bandits on the way, or after enduring great hardships to reach the destination City-state, were captured by its people, and all their wealth ended up in someone else’s pockets.

It was for this reason that the merchants of the Yellow Sand Brotherhood wanted to obtain the position of Saint, to become the rulers of Utopia, and to further solidify their wealth status through the interpretation of Rules.

In the headquarters of the Yellow Sand Brotherhood’s guild, a woman sat.

She appeared to be a little over thirty but still retained a captivating charm, emanating alluring appeal.

In the Wasteland where the average lifespan was only a little over twenty, such a woman was extremely rare.

This did not mean she looked old, but rather that some kind of extraordinary power was asserting itself.

Upon closer observation, it was evident that her clothing revealed large expanses of skin, and between her enticing curves, not a single Crystal was present.

This was a Saint.

The de facto leader of the Yellow Sand Brotherhood, known as Cleopatra, the woman who inherited the title of Queen of Beauty.

The woman held a transparent glass in her hand, with a light red liquid inside. It was not the wine made from nectar bugs but a drink brewed using ancient civilization’s techniques. Of course, the raw materials were still insects and some plants, but the taste was exquisite. Chilled, it became intoxicating, Cleopatra’s favorite beverage.

At her side, wisps of mist swirled, seemingly visible yet not. At first glance, this was quite ordinary, but in the desert, mist itself was a rarity.

“I know what you want, don’t play those tricks in front of me,” Cleopatra spoke, her tone laden with mockery as she looked at the cloud of mist.

“But you still accepted our help,” the mist responded. The language it used was not the native language of the Wasteland; however, its meaning was conveyed to Cleopatra’s mind through some indescribable extraordinary power.

“You should know that our fundamental purpose is to destroy this city, and it seems you do not care about that.”

“Utopia will not be destroyed because of this, your goals have been void from the start,” Cleopatra said as she put down her glass and looked at the mist.

“Thanks to Utopia, we can have an honest and open discussion. You have your motives, and I have mine. As long as I can inherit this City, I do not mind cooperating with you.”

As soon as her words fell, a voice came from outside.

“My lady, someone wishes to see you. He claims to be a representative sent by the Academy.”