Overwork caused his soul to travel through time, and Morris accidentally became a lord.
Looking at the cute elf maid, he pulled her little hand and told her: "This is to help the magic progress faster."
Looking at the giant dragon flying above his head, he grabbed its tail with one hand and cursed angrily: "You know how to go out every day. You are almost killing all the female dragons nearby, and the warehouse is almost full of dragon eggs."
Suddenly, there was an explosion in the distance of the territory. Morris had a headache. He teleported over and rescued a dwarf wielding a hammer. He cursed: "What the hell did you add to the weapon again?"
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Looking at the turbulent territory, Morris fell into deep thought. Shouldn't I expand the territory so much?
