A strange world

Osulund Territory is located on the eastern border of Planang'enci County, about 3,000 miles away from Xingyue Bay. Annan, who did not have a detailed map, had to lie in front of the map of the Ruikan'er Kingdom and use a ruler to measure the ratio from Xingyue Bay to Breeze City. , and then measure the Osurond Territory,

Even a war horse with the best footwork would have to run for several days and nights. One month was just enough for Annan to take a guard and not be burdened.

But how dare the guy pretending to be the King of the North to run into the King of the North's family?

Annan took the note and planned how to delay the time: promise them first, and then find excuses to delay when it gets closer, such as the attack on Xingyue Bay, the visit of the city lord, the wanted rat people, or even saying that a child is about to be born, and he can avoid the apocalypse forecast. But don't go too far and let them come here because of worry...

At this time, Annan discovered that the mailbox on Huo Ya's feet contained a second note:

[Don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking! No excuses! return! immediately! 】

…

"Then go back."

On the other side of the gap, Olmedo sat under the no longer strong winter sun, and the tiny floating dust dimmed the light that enveloped her.

Annan said nothing and continued to look at Olmedo.

"Go back to Breeze City before departure. I will ask a fraudster to turn you into Levi's. Didn't you use the excuse of amnesia before? Keep using it."

Here’s the solution to the current crisis…

"But there are no eternal lies."

"There is no need for 'eternity'. Warlocks are half-immortals. As long as you survive until they die of old age, then you will be the orthodox king of the north." Olmedo's sigh disturbed the dust in the sun, "My father originally urged the royal capital to The development order is also for you to help me better..."

"So you have to take responsibility."

After Annan finished speaking, he found Olmedo's beautiful light blue eyes staring at him quietly.

"Be as responsible as you are to those who were harmed by your father." He added stiffly.

"When are you going to leave?"

"Just in time to get there on the last day."

"Then you'll be leaving in a few days."

There were still a few minutes left in the duration of the low-level summoning spell. Annan and Olmedo chatted about some trivial matters. For example, Xingyue Bay could not hold so much charcoal. Annan asked whether Breeze City was interested in acquiring it.

"...Those charcoal are ownerless things."

"But my workers cut it down."

"... Each pound of charcoal is six copper coins, and two thousand pounds is only one gold coin. Are you sure you need it?"

"Forget it."

Xingyue Bay is in need of manpower, and it is not worth wasting workers on one or two gold coins a day.

"When can you change your residence? Those logs always make me think you live in the wilderness..." I noticed that Olmedo on the desk suddenly made a soft sound: "This crystal..."

Bonfires and sunlit crystals refracted the hazy light.

"I exchanged it for a magical image in the forest, what happened to it?"

"Elves would barter with this crystal."

"Why is it an elf again..."

Annan felt solemn and solemn. Although he only knew two elves, one of them was a half-elf.

"It should be tree elves. Tree elves are not an elf race. They are as incorporeal as the undead."

"I thought it was a druid."

Annan hoped to get in touch with the druids, and it would be best to get something like a "tree felling license" so as not to be always worried when opening up the forest.

"That's right. Druids are the gardeners of the forest. Where there are druids, there are tree elves."

Before the space rift disappeared, Olmedo told Annan not to relax in meditation. Territory and warlocks were his most important foundation.

Annan is already doing this - the high-level magic materials that were once considered luxurious are no longer far away from level 3 warlocks - by then Annan will be able to master low-level elemental summoning and low-level undead summoning.

As for what will be summoned... Summoning is like a box of chocolates, you never know what the next one will taste like.

Annan then wrote down the chocolates in a memo - which contained the things he thought about doing in the future, such as gunpowder, railways, newspapers, silk stockings... and more movies.

The bustling busyness dispels the coldness of early winter. An open space has been cleared outside the camp, and the short and fat craftsman is leading other craftsmen to mark out the street area.

The broad main street can accommodate four carriages side by side, and the secondary street is also as wide as two carriages. The squat craftsman also selected a slightly higher hill overlooking the entire bay as the location for the future lord's mansion.

Xingyue Bay would become a bustling coastal town - Francois had no doubt of this, given the ambitious plans.

"But it will cost you tens of thousands..."

“Only the kinnar spent will generate value.”

Xingyue Bay spends money like water - the harvest is that the forest landscape fades, the ground becomes flat, and the prototype of the territory begins to take shape.

The knight team sent out also brought back good news. They found the limestone described by Annan about 80 miles north of the bay.

The next day, Annan sent 20 citizens to the limestone mines to mine, and gave Michael the limestone brought back by the knight team, together with 500 gold coins, and asked him to produce an alchemical material called cement as required. Let the knight team explore the "Glacier Port" in the south——

However, they never found any trace of the gnolls, as if they had been scared away by humans.

Annan is looking forward to a snowfall, which should give them clues.

After several days of hard work by nearly a thousand territorial residents, Xingyue Bay finally laid the roadbed before the ground froze, and all that was left was to wait for Michael's good news.

As a result, before the good news came, a piece of bad news came out:

The temperature has dropped to freezing point, making the excrement in the toilet as solid as ice and difficult to dispose of.

Laying sewers and flushing them away with water? But Glacier Bay has dried up. There is plenty of seawater, but feces "contaminated" by seawater can no longer be used as fertilizer.

And they still have to live in Xingyue Bay. There is no difference between defecating in the bay and defecating on the bed.

"How is Breeze City made?" Annan asked the craftsmen.

As nobles, Francois and Ingrid don't have access to these, and they may even have their butts wiped by servants.

The craftsmen's answer was: do nothing.

If the manure collectors on any street are lazy and fail to clean the toilets for several days, the feces will form an icicle rising from the bottom of the pit. Frozen feces can be seen everywhere on the roadside.

Fortunately, everyone in Xingyue Bay was very motivated, and Annan asked them to maintain the status quo because he was going back to Osurund to claim it.

On the morning of departure, Francois broke into the big house in the cold wind and told Annan that a leader had escaped.

"Where did he go?"

"I don't know. The residents who lived with him said that he was there at night, but when he woke up the next day, he was gone, and he took his clothes with him."

The cavalry searched around the bay but found no one. The news spread quickly, and the people were laughing at the idiot who ran away.

Annan didn't take it to heart. He stroked the warm feathers of the fire crow, lowered his head and wrote a reply:

I want to go back.