Time flew by, and it was evening, with a bright moon and sparse stars.
A bitter, salty smell drifted on the sea breeze, and Ezreal's King's Hall glowed with bright white light in the night.
On each floor of the King's Hall, several bright Light Magic stones were embedded in the ceiling.
He had transformed these Light Magic stones with Life Alchemy, inserting souls into them to turn them into living spirits.
When light was needed, one only had to speak, and the spirits would illuminate themselves.
On the Light Magic stones, runes for collecting light elemental magic power were pre-engraved.
During the day, the island's sunlight was ample, perfectly replenishing the Light Magic stones' consumption.
Any excess could be stored in the magic stones, so there was no need to worry even on cloudy days.
In principle, it was like a solar-powered light bulb.
Besides this otherworldly solar-powered light bulb, Ezreal spent the entire afternoon reinforcing most of the King's Hall with magic.
Furthermore, through Life Alchemy, he transformed the 22 small magical beasts captured by the six werewolves into servants.
Among them, there were also two relatively successful chef-type servants.
A werewolf chef transformed from a forest wolf, Hong Tailang!
A rabbit-person chef transformed from a long-eared rabbit, Lan Tu!
One of them specialized in meat dishes, and the other in vegetarian dishes.
The dishes they made weren't particularly delicious; they were standard, following recipes precisely.
They were better than Ezreal's cooking and could make five or six home-cooked meals.
The memory of these dishes came from before Ezreal's transmigration.
The recipes from his memory were written into the two modified bodies without error; they only needed to execute them like robots, not adding even an extra spoon of seasoning, so the taste of their dishes was essentially the same.
Ezreal had a dinner of scrambled eggs with tomatoes and beef stew with potatoes in the evening, and the taste was decent.
Besides these two chefs, there was also a Mei Yangyang, made from a black-horned sheep, specialized in making drinks.
The rest were for manual labor, such as Fei Yangyang and Lan Yangyang for farming, and Hong Mao, Lan Mao, and Hei Mao for cleaning... In his free time that afternoon, he cultivated a plot of land not far from the King's Hall, planted some crops, and had a Fire Crown Treant accelerate their growth; they would be ready for harvest in about three to five days.
He also gave a large handful of fruit tree seeds to the Fire Crown Treant, instructing it to find a spot, plant the seeds, and then use plant magic to rapidly accelerate their growth, creating a large fruit orchard.
He arranged for Blue Buff to manipulate the underground rocks, directly opening a small river channel next to the King's Hall for daily drinking water.
There were no animals like chickens, ducks, or geese on Valorant Island, though there were many seabirds. There were also no large predators on the island, only forest wolves, foxes, and a type of bobcat similar in size to a large dog.
The largest animals on the entire island were the Great Horned Deer and prairie cattle.
Ezreal planned to buy some chickens, ducks, and geese later and release them on the island to raise.
This way, he could be self-sufficient on the island... At one o'clock in the afternoon, Lock Town.
This small town didn't have many people and was located on the border with the Fiore Kingdom.
The environment was ordinary, and most of the people living there were familiar with each other, so when Ezreal, a stranger, walked in, people on the road frequently glanced at him.
Everyone had seen handsome men, but a handsome blond man with a broken arm made people Can't help it take a second look.
Ezreal's left hand was bandaged and hung around his neck, the thick bandages completely covering his entire arm.
He had concealed the explorer's gauntlet.
Ezreal ignored the gazes of the people around him and walked along the main road in the center of the town for a while, finally finding his target.
A small restaurant with a modest storefront, serving mostly home-cooked meals.
As soon as Ezreal stepped through the door, the idle proprietress immediately perked up, stood up, and came over to greet him.
"A new face, young man from out of town, what can I get for you?" The proprietress wore simple clothes and had a kind, friendly smile.
"I'll have two of your specialties. I'll just grab a quick bite; I still have to travel," Ezreal smiled, followed the proprietress to a table in the center of the restaurant, glanced at the menu briefly, and then put it down.
"Alright, please wait a moment." The proprietress thoughtfully brought a pot of tea, poured a cup for Ezreal, and then turned and walked into the back kitchen.
Watching the proprietress disappear into the back kitchen, Ezreal gently sipped his tea, his gaze naturally surveying his surroundings.
When he saw a skull craft item placed high on the counter of the general store opposite the restaurant, Ezreal's pupils subtly contracted, and he continued to look around without showing any trace of surprise.
After a short while, the proprietress came out with two plates of stir-fried dishes.
"Our specialties: stir-fried pork with green peppers and stir-fried beef. Rice is free; if you need more, young man, just serve yourself."
After setting down the dishes, the proprietress also served a bowl of rice for Ezreal, placed it down, pointed to the rice's location, and then walked over to a nearby table and sat down by herself.
"The taste is excellent." Ezreal used his not-so-skilled right hand to pick up food, took two hurried bites, and then gave the proprietress a thumbs-up.
"Oh my, young man, eat slowly." The proprietress covered her mouth and chuckled.
"I need to eat quickly; I'm in a hurry." Ezreal shoveled food with his unpracticed right hand.
"Oh, where are you off to in such a rush?" the proprietress asked.
"I'm going to Soraka Town to see a hand specialist. My bones are injured, and there's a very experienced doctor for bone injuries there," Ezreal replied without looking up.
He was truly unaccustomed to eating with his right hand; even picking up food was difficult.
"Soraka Town? Why haven't I heard of that town?" The proprietress thought for a moment; there didn't seem to be any town with that name nearby.
"It's normal not to have heard of it; it's very far away," Ezreal replied, continuing to bury his head in his food.
After a few minutes, having awkwardly finished eating with his right hand, Ezreal pulled two banknotes from his pocket, tossed them on the table, and turned to walk towards the general store opposite.
"Young man, you gave too much."
"Keep the change." Ezreal didn't look back.
After entering the general store, Ezreal naturally browsed around, occasionally picking up one or two small items to examine.
The entire general store was only about forty square meters, with ordinary, old furnishings; the faded wooden furniture had a strong sense of age.
A short old man with a goatee, leaning on a cane, walked out from behind the counter, a kind smile on his face, looking at Ezreal.
"A new face, young man, what would you like to buy?"
Ezreal returned an equally kind smile; he opened his mouth, no sound came out, but his mouth shape was very standard.
"Your life."