A strange world

The problems that troubled Ingrid also troubled many people in Breeze City.

They not only cried because of the touching love between Jack and Rose in the disaster, but also found it difficult to accept that Jack died when he could clearly survive.

No one thought about "pure fiction" - the Mage Tower did collapse three hundred years ago, and "The Fall of the Mage Tower" was actually approved by the Mage Tower. How could it be fraudulent?

Therefore, a view has gradually become mainstream: our true nature will be exposed when we encounter danger, just like a mother protects her child and Jack protects Rose. This is the great love of sacrificing oneself to redeem the lover——

In short, when he found out that the people in the territory were really tired of "The Fall of the Wizard's Tower", Annan let them go and just corrected their title of "Lord Jack".

Nearly half of the territory was cleared, and the saplings left deliberately were planted in the forest glades. The druid never showed up. Maybe the felling of these woods was not enough to attract the druid's attention.

Annan finally summoned a large fire elemental. On the seventh morning when we arrived at Xingyue Bay, the burning tree stump torches dispelled the morning cold.

The guard captain who was still patrolling outside Xingyue Bay rushed back when he saw the thick smoke, and then thought that the jackals might come to investigate and expanded the patrol range.

As winter was approaching, Annan gave up on building a perfect coastal town. Instead, he first used felled wood to build residences, and then expanded and repaired the territory bit by bit during the long winter.

On the warm charred soil, people began to build houses - the increasingly cold weather left them no time to keep their homes beautiful, and the luxurious log cabins were strong and warm enough, but ugly.

Annan's "Lord's Mansion" is just a log house built by the ogre himself.

At first people were afraid of ogres, even the lord's men. They still lead their children to hide when it approaches - this fear caused by the strangeness quickly disappears as the ogre carries logs everywhere to help. The people gradually got used to this big guy who looked stupid but was actually smart. In their spare time, the children would compete with each other to see who had the courage to run up to the ogre, make faces and then run away.

On the tenth day, a cluster of shack-like wooden houses appeared in the coastal forest.

This abrupt patch of simple wooden houses ruins the beauty of the bay, but for the residents who were previously hungry refugees, here there is food, shelter, and endless work - this is their home.

"Lord Lord!"

"Master Annan."

"Master Jack..."

The people in the area called Annan a lot of words to express their respect and love.

Annan responded to the enthusiasm of his people and returned to the big house. The warm flames in the mud fireplace dispelled the chill of the seaside. Putting a piece of dried cow dung on the table, Annan sat in front of the stone-padded desk and opened the memo.

Xingyue Bay is still very simple in all aspects. Rather than a village, it is more suitable to describe it as a camp. Ruling the people in the territory was not as easy as imagined. Even though Ingrid was helping, she ignored many details.

For example, it took Annan three days to stop the residents from going to the woods to relieve themselves. He first built two toilets outside when they were still living on bullock carts. However, none of the residents know how to retide the manure, and the piles of manure are getting fuller and fuller day by day... Therefore, the manure of more than 300 people and fifty cows can only be used as base fertilizer and buried to the east, where the planned farmland is. But there is a forest over there, so we have to allocate manpower to reclaim a piece of land in advance...

And logging. Although the fire in the Sunset Plains had been put out long ago, it also attracted the attention of the Druids to this forest sea. Annan could not use a more efficient way to cut trees, so he had to endure the sound of logging from day to night.

Annan was chopping wood with an ax even in his dreams these days.

Ingrid suggested that Annan buy more cows, but of the 50 cows he brought, only 38 were left - those bulls were either acclimated to the climate or in heat, went crazy frequently, and were difficult to approach.

"Stop buying so many bulls." Ingrid told Annan. A few breeding bulls can breed hundreds of cows. The purchase of 25 bulls and 25 cows not only exposed Annan's lack of common sense, but also made them eat several meals of beef, and even the residents received several pieces of it.

As night fell, they lit a bonfire in the open space of the camp. Everyone gathers around the campfire - to continue watching "The Fall of the Mage's Tower".

Their excessive fondness for magical images made Annan a little troubled. He had not told the story of killing the ratmen for several days, and these territorial people did not yet know the glorious deeds of their heroic lord.

Annan sat bored for a while and then returned to the big house to prepare the next arrangements. After the camp is completed, the Knights can scout the area outside the bay.

Old Zoron came in at this time, leaning on a cane.

Lame old Zoron couldn't help much, and even the weather forecast was no longer accurate because of the humidity in the bay. Old Zoron once said that his accuracy rate reached 50%. As a result, Annan found that 50% of what he said was either accurate or inaccurate.

Just because there's no such thing as old Zoron now doesn't mean there won't be one in the future. Tomorrow the village will be completed, and old Zoron can continue his job in Breeze City - a scavenger patrol.

He asked Annan why he hadn't brought Aunt Susan and the others over.

"It's too hard to build the territory. Let's take them over after it's completed."

Old Zoron regretted so much why he didn't marry his daughter to Annan when the gold mine was haunted.

The fiery red arrow brought a letter from Osu Londe. Annan opened it as usual, but he saw a questioning mood in the letter.

The turmoil in Breeze City has spread to the Reeves family, and they should soon know about their entrusted territory and the attack...

Annan hesitated, and the observant old Zollun quietly slipped out. Unable to delay it any longer, Annan had no choice but to write the whole story of the turmoil in Breeze City into a letter.

The fire crow flew out of the big house with the letter. Annan had never been so eager for winter to come soon, just to make the fire crow fly slower.

The next morning, Annan woke up and unexpectedly found that the outside world was covered with a layer of frost - it snowed last night.

Annan asked Ingrid to inform the people that they would have a rest today. But it was strongly opposed by everyone. They did not dare to refuse Annan, so they asked Ingrid to convey her willingness to continue working.

"But it's snowing outside." Annan frowned.

"The snow has stopped and it will melt before morning." Ingrid said.

Annan had no choice but to agree to them, and the citizens were grateful after learning that there was work to be done——

The snow had indeed melted away in the morning due to the warming, but it was much colder than yesterday.

Storing fuel and food for the winter is on the agenda.

There's plenty of forest here and there's no shortage of fuel, but Annan has been avoiding the druids, and he has better ideas.

Annan asked Ingrid to count the supplies needed by Xingyue Bay, and then she and 10 knights returned to Breeze City in Annan's place, taking the ogre with them by the way——

Because of an idea from Annan.