After nightfall, the chubby Camp Master of Dunfris Camp wanted to give his house to Malin, but Malin declined. "How can that be, Lin En Camp Master’s kindness, why don’t you need it, Lord Malin?" Mr. Rick from Amotek Station Camp expressed confusion. Having just walked out of his own ’mansion’ with Malin and his party, he expressed some puzzlement after visiting Lin En’s place at noon—according to him, even though Lin En’s two carriages were a bit small, the things inside were good stuff that could only be found on the surface. Malin felt it necessary to show these guys the kind of prestige a legendary mage should have, so he opened a teleportation portal and claimed it was the legendary spell formation: the Mage’s Residence. This spell formation was actually considered lost in Westland, but in North America, it... No, Tulin thought it was the Mage’s Residence because when he followed Malin in, he also said it was his first time seeing the legendary spell: Mage’s Residence. Malin took them to the abandoned fort where Ails used to be. Now it was a wooden house built by Ails, furnished very luxuriously inside, but he never lived in it, saying it was for Malin. Malin had visited it before but found it too ostentatious (too luxurious, what are you doing inside a wooden house with gold foil wallpaper), so he hadn’t really stayed there. But this time, using it to impress these bumpkins from the subway was truly effective. Lin En and Rick were dumbfounded looking at the still usable electrical appliances inside, even though they had shown some curiosity towards the row of wind turbines and battery packs not far away when Malin brought them into the yard. It was only after they came inside that they realized why Malin wasn’t interested in their so-called mansions at all. Compared to Malin’s mansion, their homes were indeed just stinky doghouses. Of course, Malin wasn’t unaware of these guys’ little schemes. Since this small house was now exposed to them, to ensure they wouldn’t talk, Malin offered that this place could house their families in times of crisis, with the sole condition that they couldn’t mention it to anyone. Everyone, being smart people, assured him they would never speak a word, especially Tulin and Hal, who directly swore a long supernatural oath. If such an oath is broken, even if they won’t die, they would lose all their transcendent powers along with it. As for the two Camp Masters, Rick is a semi-Professional, known as a Gunner in North America, and he can shoot with pinpoint accuracy within forty meters with a Revolver. He himself isn’t a Transcendent, but he stated that if he broke the promise, Tulin and Hal would hunt him down, and he would surely die by his own gun. In North America, this is the most vicious oath a gunman can make, and it seems this oath is quite effective; according to Tulin, he’s never seen anyone who broke it and lived. As for the chubby Lin En, this kid is interesting. Despite being fat as a ball, he is actually a seven-ring magician—this concept of seven rings is the Westland way of saying it; in North America, he’s called a High-Order Sorcerer. Nine rings are Super-Order, above that is Legendary, five rings are considered a Magician, and three rings are just an Apprentice. Yet another trick, and in Malin’s eyes, there’s nothing much to say. So, returning to Amotek Station Camp, the crowd dispersed, and Malin walked around the camp alone, confirming the camp had seven residential areas, with three of them in the south transformed into defensive sectors. There were bunkers and fire points everywhere, even a few quad 20mm AA guns equipped with strong purple searchlights, which Malin believed would be enough to heavily damage any vengeful spirit below the legendary level. As for the legendary, this camp had four legendary mages, whom Tulin and Hal had to call elder whenever they met. However, after confirming Malin’s strength, they were respectful towards him. Malin also assessed their alignment, finding three lawful neutral and one neutral good, which pleasantly surprised him somewhat—at least these North Americans were trying to save themselves. Additionally, there was a significant number of powerful Transcendent Professionals. It’s fair to say Amotek Station Camp was indeed the southern gateway of the core area. The Chaos army would find it a fool’s errand to conquer this place without committing a Great Demon, and Malin being here, an attack would simply be a new initiative in self-destruction. Regarding the north, the north was the core area, with only ever-bright purple lamps in the four connecting tunnels. Malin found this to be quite a good arrangement. As for the civilian life in Amotek Station Camp, Malin had also observed that the civilians usually grew potatoes and other crops in the cultivation areas. Among them, in the three large underground cultivation areas, they grew potatoes, and every day a team of civilians would ascend the elevator platform to the surface to cultivate in the ground-level area. Malin examined the elevator platform; the guards responsible for watching over it already knew Malin’s identity, and they did not act disrespectfully. In fact, they even offered that if Lord Malin wanted to go up for a look, he could join the planting team the next morning. Malin smiled and declined, while confirming that these guys used excrement to cultivate crops—the whole platform reeked of it. Although the odor wasn’t strong, that was considering mortals; Malin almost smothered himself just by taking a whiff.