After simply eating some meat soup and drinking some clear water, David Clark raised his hand and released a shower of golden light. The light gathered on himself for a moment before gradually fading away. With renewed confidence, Laura Smith waved goodbye once more and left with her head held high and chest out.

Watching Laura Smith's departing figure, David Clark silently mourned for the people of the Brotherhood of the Sun for two seconds, then started tinkering with the firearms Laura Smith had brought back while chatting with Franklin Baker.

On the island where Laura Smith was stranded, there was a mysterious force that would destroy any planes or ships that intentionally or unintentionally entered the surrounding sea area. As a result, over countless years, there had been a constant stream of survivors stranded on the island.

These people came from all walks of life, including some who were armed or even entire teams. During World War II, the Japanese army had even stationed troops on the island, so there was no shortage of firearms and ammunition.

The package Laura Smith brought back contained only three pistols and some bullets, but no long guns.

After fiddling with them for a while and figuring out how they worked, David Clark couldn't help but let his imagination run wild: I wonder if it's possible to imbue the bullets with holy light when firing? What kind of effect would that have?

"I can try it after sunrise tomorrow."

As for now... Laura Smith had just left, so she probably wouldn't be coming back right away.

Sleep? He was wide awake and couldn't fall asleep at all!

Continue studying the knowledge of holy light? Franklin Baker had just said that the most important thing now was diligent practice, and that it would be hard to understand more advanced knowledge until he gained more insights on his own.

So what else could he do?

Suddenly, he remembered the topic from earlier in the day—perfect for discussion now.

"Tirion, what do you think would be a good name for the village?"

Franklin Baker, who was tinkering with a pistol, was momentarily stunned when he heard David Clark's question. "The name of the village... shouldn't that be up to you to decide?"

In Tirion-Franklin Baker's eyes, this village was David Clark's territory, so the right to name it naturally belonged to David Clark. Whatever David Clark wanted to call the village, that would be its name. "Besides, you've been living here for a while now. You must have thought of a few names, right?"

Franklin Baker guessed that David Clark had already come up with some names, but just didn't know which one to choose.

"I have thought of a few names."

David Clark's words made Franklin Baker think, as expected, and he immediately asked what the names were, so he could offer some suggestions for David Clark to consider.

"Niujia Village."

"That sounds a bit odd."

David Clark muttered to himself, "But this is the center of the universe!" Still, on second thought, such a bold name probably shouldn't be used lightly.

"Elephant Tusk Mountain."

Franklin Baker was taken aback. "The nearest mountain is that peak to the north, right? If you use that name, the village is a bit too far from the mountain, isn't it?"

"Leaf Village."

"That one sounds pretty good."

"..."

Seeing David Clark suddenly fall silent, Franklin Baker looked puzzled. "What's wrong? What's wrong with that name?"

"Suddenly, I feel like it's not a very lucky name." If he used that name, would he end up dying young, without even leaving any descendants?

Besides, David Clark never really intended to use any of these names. He was just casually listing some village names to get his mind working, so he could come up with a fitting name based on the characteristics of this place.

"Located in the north... freezing cold... suddenly thought of an even more ominous name."

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Chapter 9: Visitors from Mars

"Winterfell Village?" After thinking for a few seconds, David Clark didn't choose to copy it directly, but instead made a slight 'modification', so the meaning was completely different and shouldn't be associated with that unlucky family.

"Winterfell Village? That sounds nice. Based on your previous description, this name really reflects the characteristics of this place." Franklin Baker had learned from David Clark that this was an extremely cold region, and winters were especially harsh.

"Since you think it's good too, let's go with that name!" David Clark took out the pioneer order he always carried with him and wrote the village name 'Winterfell Village' on it. "The big river next to it can be called Winterfell River."

To save trouble, David Clark decided on the river's name at the same time. According to the kingdom's laws, he had the right to name this river. If two pioneer teams ended up naming the same river, the kingdom would decide which name to use as the official one.

David Clark felt that this time there wouldn't be such a situation. Among all the pioneer teams that set out together, none had gone farther north than theirs. As for the river that flowed from the Ironwood Forest in the south and eventually joined the Winterfell River, it was possible that another pioneer team might name it.

Watching David Clark carefully put away the scroll after writing a few words on it, Franklin Baker curiously asked, "Does this mean it's now recognized as territory by the Kingdom of Tiran?"

"No." David Clark shook his head, indicating it wasn't that simple. "To become an official village, there must at least be stable housing, farmland that can continuously produce food, and a certain number of villagers."

He would also have to take the pioneer order to the department that handled such matters to report it. Then, the relevant department would send officials for an on-site inspection. Only after confirming the village's situation would they compile all the information, including newly drawn maps, into a file for submission.