Milim's territory wasn't far from Nazarick; it was just across the mountain range behind it.
But Milim's territory was extremely vast.
Mountains and rivers, forests and lakes.
And a large, expansive plain.
Most importantly, the land was fertile, unlike the plain in the Jura Forest, which was not suitable for growing crops.
Therefore, Draco's planting was all located in the great forest on the Sixth Floor.
The three of them flew all the way, taking a full day to reach their destination.
At the foot of a massive mountain, there was a complex of buildings.
The style was similar to ancient Roman architecture.
The overall appearance was white, possessing a mysterious and solemn atmosphere.
Draco followed Milim and landed in front of the palace at the highest point.
"This is where I live," Milim said with a smile. "Please come in."
Draco nodded and followed Milim into the palace.
In the hall of the palace, well... there was nothing.
Inside, there was only a stone altar where Milim usually slept.
Worshipping a living person, huh?
No wonder Milim always liked to run around and didn't want to come home.
Life was just too hard.
Just as the three of them were looking around the palace hall, the sound of footsteps came from the side.
A bald man dressed in black with a blue robe over it, accompanied by a white-haired young man in a white robe, walked in.
"Lord Milim, you've finally returned."
The bald man was the high priest of the Dragon God Cult named Midred, and the white-haired youth behind him was named Hermes.
As soon as high priest Midred saw Milim, he immediately began fussing over her with concern.
Milim had a look of disgust on her face. "Enough, enough, you've already nagged me dozens of times."
"Let me introduce you. This is my friend Draco; we've already formed an alliance."
"An alliance? When did this happen?"
"What, is it not allowed?"
Midred hurriedly said, "It's allowed, it's allowed, of course it's allowed."
Then, Midred walked quickly over to Demiurge and grasped his hand.
"Lord Lin Ming, right? Welcome, welcome."
"..."
"You idiot, you've got the wrong person."
"Huh?"
Midred was stunned for a moment, then as if suddenly realizing, he let go of Demiurge and turned to Draco. "Sorry, sorry, I mistook you for someone else."
"Uh, haha, hello."
Draco gave a dry laugh, feeling somewhat speechless in his heart.
This guy definitely mistook him because he looked too weak.
Midred was also secretly suspicious.
Could Lady Milim have been tricked by this person? How could someone so weak become friends with Lady Milim?
Then, Milim's words left Midred even more shocked.
"Midred, I came back this time because Draco has something to ask of you," Milim said bluntly.
"Oh? Does your lordship have something for me?" Midred asked quickly.
Draco explained the matter of borrowing the territory.
After listening, Midred fell into deep thought.
"In principle, since Lady Milim has already agreed to your lordship's request, there's naturally no problem."
"It's just..."
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