After Maxing out all Classes

Chapter 683: Wonders 

Criticism is criticism, and Robb can't actually beat the nobles.
He just sighed secretly.
Miss Queen helped me fight the black dragon with all her might, but it seems that all the credit belongs to me alone?

Robb did play the most important role because he is the MT!

MT is the highest honor of the guild.
No one can grab the position, there is no DKP, and all the equipment is given to you…

Without Robb as the MT in front, the Queen and her Black Earth Knights and Royal Magicians would all be killed in seconds, so he is great, but this does not erase the efforts the Queen has made.

The Black Dragon cannot be defeated by just an MT.
 

That battle was fought by countless heroes and heroines, and without their assistance, Robb would have been defeated due to MP depletion.

He feels a little unworthy of this, but that witch took away his rabbit pastry chef, so she deserved it and won't speak up for her!

As he was thinking about this and that, he suddenly saw Motra running towards him from a distance.
As soon as he saw Robb, he shouted loudly, “Godfather, I want to build a huge statue for you.”

“What?” Robb was surprised, “What statue?”

Motra laughed and said, “Your achievement in defeating the black dragon is enough to be recorded in the annals of history.
If we don't do something about it, we'll be remiss.
I've got a plan.
See the Black Pine Mountains over there? There's a tall peak with a huge mountain cliff that's as smooth as a mirror.
I plan to use that entire mountain cliff to create a large-scale sculpture that depicts your heroic battle with the black dragon, immortalizing your great deeds.
This sculpture will take me four years to complete, using thousands of craftsmen and costing a huge sum of money.
But that's not a problem.
I've talked to Baron Nuolun, and we can easily afford it.”
 

He became more excited as he spoke, “When the entire mountain cliff has been carved, it will definitely become a great wonder.
By the time the next black dragon comes to attack, four years from now, our wonder will have just been completed.
If it dares to come again, we'll be there to beat it in front of our wonder.
Hahaha.”

“Damn!” Robb cursed and slammed the table.
“This wonder will be a waste of resources.”

“How could a wonder be a waste of resources?” Motra asked.
“A wonder represents our strength.
Only with a great wonder can we demonstrate our power to the world.
I'm sure that if we build a great wonder, our population growth rate will increase twice as fast as it is now.”

“Population growth rate will double?” Robb suddenly became intrigued.
“Can you be sure that building a wonder will have such a good effect?”

“I'm sure!” Motra said confidently.
“I'm not boasting.
Our desert kingdom is the best kingdom at building wonders.
While the Kingdom of Gran and the Kingdom of Norma were still playing with mud, we had already built incredibly great wonders like the pyramids and the Sphinx.
Speaking of the effects of wonders, my desert kingdom is the most convincing.
At the time, these two wonders represented the might and power of our desert kingdom.
I don't know how many people knelt at the feet of the Pharaoh.
That was the strongest era of our desert kingdom.”
 

“Oh, I see.” Robb nodded.

Motra continued, “Let's build it! If we don't have any wonders, we'll lose face.
But if we build one, when travelers pass by the Westwind Holy City and see the entire mountain sculpture, they'll surely ask what it is.
Then the locals can tell them the story of how Godfather defeated the black dragon, and the fame of our Westwind Holy City will be passed down forever.”

He said confidently, “This will definitely speed up the growth of our population.”

“You're right!” Robb agreed with him.
Building a wonder in a simulation game also had a significant effect.
However, building a wonder was time-consuming and laborious and could easily delay the construction of other things, which could be detrimental to the kingdom.
If a wonder could be built without delaying other things, it would be worthwhile.

His lightbulb suddenly lit up, and he smiled at Motra, “Go and call the director of the printing factory.”

Motra knew that the director of the printing factory used to be a carver.
When he heard Robb's order to call someone, he knew that Robb had plans to build a wonder and hurriedly went off with great enthusiasm.

Soon, the director of the printing factory arrived in front of Robb.

This carver no longer looked like a carver.
He wore a luxurious fur coat and looked wealthy, powerful, and prestigious.
Obviously, he had made a fortune.

In fact, Robb had invested in the printing factory, and the carver only served as the director.
The money earned in the factory theoretically belonged to Robb.
At most, he could only receive a fixed salary and couldn't get rich.

But Robb knew very well that a fixed salary could not fully activate productivity.
He gave the director 10% of the company's shares, and the director worked tirelessly as a result.

With that 10% of the dividends, he made a lot of money and had become one of the spokespersons for the cultural industry in Westwind Holy City.

When the director came to Robb, he greeted him with a big bow, “Godfather, I heard from Lord Motra that you want me to help you build a wonder.”

“Yes,” Robb smiled, “I'm sure he has already told you the general idea.”

The director said, “Carving the entire mountain cliff on one side of the mountain is indeed a very grand project, but Lord Motra said that money is not a problem.
He and Baron Nuolun will invest whatever it needs.
For Godfather's sake, who wouldn't be willing to risk their lives? I promise to organize a large number of workers and carvers and work with all our might.
You just need to give me three years, and I can get it done.”

“Three years is too long!” Robb shook his head.
“I'll give you thirty days.”

“What?” The director was stunned.
“This…this is impossible.”

“Why is it impossible?” Robb asked.
“If you were to carve on a slate the size of a door, how many days would it take to finish?”

“Thirty days!” the director said.

“Exactly.” Robb pointed at the director with his finger.
“Gigantification!”

The director felt his body growing larger and larger, even taller than the nearby mountain.
The mountain cliff in front of him looked like a door slab now.

“Come to me every morning for Gigantification, then go to work.
Thirty days! Don't waste manpower and resources.
This wonder won't cause any harm to the kingdom.”

The director looked confused for a moment.
After a few seconds, he realized what had happened and raised his huge hand, saying with joy, “I feel so strong now.
I could even beat the black dragon.”

“Don't talk nonsense,” Robb said.
“Although your body has grown larger, your combat power has only increased by a certain percentage.
If the black dragon lightly touches you, you will be defeated.
Go carve diligently.”