The incident in Kant Hill had finally come to an end, and it seemed to be the last event in this eventful year. With the arrival of the Moon of Mist, everything in the Southern Territory fell into hibernation as the temperature dropped. This troubled place finally calmed down.
However, the construction in Cecil Hill had just begun. With the completion of various basic equipment and factories, a large number of new people found that they had a lot of work to do in this cold winter. Of course, it was not only winter work that welcomed them, but also hot meals in the cafeterias of the factories, winter clothes specially made for the workers, and charcoal subsidies for the families.
For the poor people, who could only keep a small amount of food at home every winter, counting the food in their baskets to calculate how long it would take for winter to end, this was an unimaginably good life. Compared to this, the increased workload was not even worth mentioning.
According to Gwen, the development of Cecil Hill would not be on the right track until the winter construction plan was successfully carried out.
Large and sturdy four-wheeled carriages were driving on the gravel road, the wheels creaking under the wheels. Withered leaves were scattered on both sides of the road, and the only things that were left were fallen maple trees and giant trees. This bleak scene inevitably made the travelers depressed, but Joan only had a warm feeling in her heart.
Before the harshest frost came, she and her brother found the last settlement in the forest.
She stood on top of the leading carriage and looked at the entire convoy behind her. Seven carriages were carrying forty-six sallow and emaciated homeless people, and the drivers were powerful warriors wearing strange enchanted armor and equipped with magic-guided weapons. These Cecil soldiers strictly followed the orders of their lord, and under all circumstances, they protected her and her brother, as well as the refugees in the convoy. Regardless of whether they encountered ferocious beasts or bandits along the way, these soldiers did not let a single civilian come to harm. On a normal day, there had never been a case of the soldiers bullying the civilians.
At first, this surprised her, but now she had become accustomed to it.
This was truly an inconceivable army, and the place they were heading to was even more inconceivable.
She had never believed that there would be a noble who sincerely protected civilians, and she had never thought that the homeless could get free help in a strange land. But what she least expected was that she would be an "emissary" and a "representative" to facilitate and realize this process. In the past dozens of days, she and her brother had traveled all over the northern part of White Water River and the wilderness south of Kant Hill. They had worked together with several other groups, and under the protection of the powerful soldiers of Cecil Hill, they had found refugee settlements that were on the verge of extinction, and then they had brought the struggling villagers to a safe place. The process was like a dream.
Joan looked at the last carriage. Tom had stood up and was waving his arms at her. He waved the flag in his hand and made a weird gesture that meant "everything is normal". He had created the gesture himself, and he had also created a lot of "remote commands" with different meanings. By waving flags and lights, he passed messages among the troops. He obviously enjoyed it and was proud of it.
The words "work for the seigneur" seemed to have greatly encouraged his cowardly brother. Even without any substantial position or appointment letter, Tom was more than ten times more spirited than before. Joan once thought that Tom's reckless behavior might annoy the soldiers. But now, it turned out that the seigneur had learned the "signal signals" and the "signal signals" invented by Tom. The seigneur praised him greatly and even taught the standardized commands to the soldiers in his territory.
Joan smiled in response to Tom's signal. Then she turned around and continued to look ahead.
She could already see the smoke curling up and the watchtower of the domain.
The refugees in the carriage had also noticed the change in front of them. Some of them could not help but feel nervous. Some climbed out of the straw and broken cotton wool and looked at the soldiers on the watchtower in the distance. Some looked at Joan uneasily. "Miss Joan, can we really … settle down there?"
Joan felt strange that a hunter's daughter would be called "Miss" by a civilian so respectfully and nervously. She quickly shook her head with a smile. "Don't call me that. I'm a civilian like you. Don't worry. The hard days are over. The domain of Duke Cecil is just ahead. We will settle down there. Everyone will settle down. "
As the carriage drove across the bridge, a huge bronze bell rang. "Dang! Dang!" The sound pierced through the air. The sentries on the tower shouted out the call that they had been hearing for the past few days, "Newcomers!"
The homeless, who were curled up in the straw and cotton wool, woke up with a start. One by one, they leaned on the guardrail of the carriage and saw the tall gate open in front of them. The carriage drove onto a road paved with bricks and strange "rocks". Rows upon rows of brand-new houses were built at the end of the road. Smoke curled up into the sky. The carriage drove to the east at the first intersection and headed to a square by the river.
"Newbie Ding Jie!"
Another soldier's powerful voice boomed in the air, and the carriages of the refugees entered the square. Rows of wooden sheds were erected at the edge of the square, and the registrars and soldiers were already in place to maintain order. A huge stove was set up in the center of the square, and a fire was burning under the stove. The aroma of stewing food wafted out from the big pot.
A woman with large arms and a round waist was standing beside the stove, stirring the stew in the pot with a big ladle. The stew was nutritious and easy to digest. It was the most suitable food for the starving refugees. Not only could it quickly replenish their strength, but it could also protect their intestines and intestines, which had been weakened by starvation for a long time.
The moment they saw the food, the forty-six emaciated refugees in the seven carriages seemed to be relieved.
Joan could feel the sudden relief because she was one of the people in the carriage who suddenly felt relieved not long ago.
On the day when the last batch of refugees safely arrived at the territory, Gwen and his family finally left their tents and moved into the new "castle".
With the help of Rebecca's "Otherworld Cement", Heti's magic, and Nicholas's ability to control metal, the construction of the new mansion was completed much faster than Gwen had expected. A brand new three-storey mansion sat on the open space near the original camp. No lord's castle in history had ever been completed so quickly. Of course, this should be attributed to the building materials developed by Rebecca. However, Gwen believed that the more important reason was that he was not like the traditional nobles who insisted on using natural boulders to build their castles on a mountain.
It is much easier to build a big house on flat ground with bricks and tiles than to build a castle on top of a mountain with stones.
Gwen knew that traditional castles were built to defend against enemies. It was more appropriate to describe them as "military fortresses" than residences. However, he did not intend to build such a castle in Cecil's territory. First, it was a waste of money. Second, he was not used to living in a cold stone house. Third, he did not need it.
In case of an emergency, the ancient facility in the mountain was definitely more reliable and sturdy than any modern castle.
This three-storey house should be the most luxurious large building in the territory at present, but if it was placed in the aristocratic mansion of the same era, it could only be described as "too plain". Gwen's personal design allowed it to get rid of the various luxurious but uncomfortable drawbacks of traditional aristocratic houses. All the structure was arranged with practical and useful goals in mind. When Gwen finally moved into the spacious, bright, and walled study, he suddenly felt that all the design he had racked his brains for was worth it.
Although there were no extravagantly carved marble windowsills, no glittering crystal sculptures, and no painted domes and delicate columns in the style of the northern kingdoms, he had two magic laboratories, a mechanical workshop, and this beautiful study in front of him, which had walls!
Amber was also strolling in the study. The half-elf lady seemed to be more satisfied with the house than Gwen. She checked the locks on every door and all the cabinets and drawers in the study. Finally, she opened the window facing the "central square" and looked down at the courtyard below. She praised from the bottom of her heart. "Finally, I can enter through the window …"
"Go next door if you're crazy." Gwen raised his head from the book and glanced at the half-elf. "Remember to go through the door."
"Hey, I'm just kidding. Why are you taking it so seriously?" Hu Po wobbled over to Gawain's desk. "But then again, you're really weird. I was thinking that since you've been living in a tent for so long, you must have wanted to build a magnificent fortress or palace. But this is the place you've built?"
"Building a palace on a territory with a population of only a few thousand?" Gwen smiled. "I'm not that extravagant."
"I just heard the commotion at the riverfront plaza. It should be the last batch of refugees arriving." Hu Po's ears twitched. "You can finally rest assured this time... Speaking of which, what are you looking at?"
Gawain raised his hand and waved the book with a hard cover and a gilded title that he had been reading since the beginning. "It's a popular book in the central and southern regions. It's said that seventy percent of the readers are noble ladies and young ladies."
Amber's expression suddenly became strange. "Ladies and ladies like to read the book? You like to read this kind of … Oh my god! "
Before she could finish her sentence, she exclaimed because the title of the book was really eye-catching: "The Romance of Gwen Cecil — The Story of Heroes and Princesses".
Then the half-elf lady's expression became even more strange. "You … your hobby …"
"What hobby? I'm studying my own biography." Gwen sighed. "Of course, it's really an accident to see this kind of thing …"
Gwen sighed even more deeply in his heart. Seven hundred years later, when he opened the coffin and saw his own book, it really could not be replicated.
Amber immediately came up to Hao Ren. "Hey, let me see … Let me see … You actually have this kind of story? Those writers are really … Tsk tsk … "
"People generally think that arranging a bunch of romantic affairs for ancient heroes is a kind of praise and flattery. After all, those people are dead, and they won't jump out to criticize or trouble them. And most of the heroes who were flattered were mostly happy to do so. They certainly didn't expect me to come out when they thought so." Gwen curled his lips. "I kind of admire them. I've lived for a total of thirty-five years, and I've only married one wife. They actually arranged more than eighty female confidantes in my thirty-five years of busy life. How the hell did they fit in this list?"
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!"
"Oh my god! Go get Pitman! "
Amber was shocked. "This book is his? That old bastard … "
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