Paul stood at the bow of the boat in a terrible mood. Under his strict management, the construction of seagoing ships progressed unsatisfactorily. I thought that with the start of the migration, I would be able to get out of this thankless job smoothly, but some people came to grab the credit at the last minute.

In order to remove his block, Paul became one of the first to lead the way. He didn't care about the so-called credit, but worried about whether those who took over would be able to put the finishing touches on it. If something really goes wrong, those people will definitely shift the blame to him. And the shipwrights under his strict management had already accumulated enough resentment to stand against him at the slightest incitement. Under the betrayal of relatives, it is difficult for him to seek justice.

Although I expected it, I was inevitably unwilling. Perhaps for those shipwrights, it is the greatest justice to be punished for themselves.

I have been studying and working hard, but it is always difficult to get the rewards I deserve. Thinking of this, Paul grew more and more depressed.

As the shadows of the distant coast grow thicker, another thankless job awaits me – the expansion of the station. Paul had to brace his spirits and prepare for a new challenge.

In order to improve speed and quality, he had to be strict again. And the consequence of harshness will be the betrayal of relatives.

Again, Paul asked in secret.

Teacher Ge Yin called this continent a land of hope. But he remembered a scroll he found in a dusty corner when he was a young man who sneaked into the antiquarian room. Brushing away the dust that had accumulated over the years, it was a brown skeleton with a warning meaning. A vague dotted line protrudes from the skeleton and points to the continent on this side.

There was a voice in the hallway, and in the panic, the scroll was shattered by his trembling hands. Paul could no longer remember where the fragments had been dropped, and by the time he was awake he had escaped.

As the scrolls shattered, it was as if he had been cursed in some way. This strange land in front of me has gradually become an inseparable part of life. He was first accepted as a disciple by Ge Yin, and left footprints here with his teacher when he was a teenager.

The first time he stepped onto the beach, the brown skeleton awoke from his memory, reminding him of the absurdity of his youth and ignorance. At that time, what rose in my heart was not the strangeness of being here, but the exclamation of the wanderer's return home—I have returned! That feeling is still fresh in Paul's memory to this day.

The harbor is still far away, but it is clearly visible. Paul once thought it was a fool's errand to build such a large harbor, but now he began to admire the foresight of his predecessors. They have laid a solid foundation for the younger generations to sit back and enjoy the success of their own work.

On the west side of the hill there is a small lighthouse, not only for navigation, but also for lookout and guard. It's just that how many years have passed, and the alarm bell on the tower has never sounded.

After landing, you will see a small fortress through the col. It is built on a hill and guards the junction at the junction, which serves as a barrier to protect the harbor. Paul's job was to complete the initial expansion without affecting the fort guards.

The problem he faces is still a lack of manpower, and there are no targets to plunder here. The nearest human village was still far away, and Paul didn't want to provoke the natives at this time.

They are said to be indigenous, but apart from the differences in language, writing, and dress, Paul does not see how they differ from himself. After a little contact, it will become a little more familiar.

This reminded him of the Hell Knights of the Anya Kingdom. When facing those people, there is always a strange feeling of being out of place, as if I am a sheep that has fallen into the wolves.

There are also those rumored Northlanders, with terrifying patterns on their faces, as if the texture on the wasp is full of deterrence and warning. When I first saw the portrait of the Northlanders, I thought it was an oil paint, but who would have thought that it would be a sign of adulthood.

As a teenager, he doubted the truth of such things many times. How do you look like that?

And their enviable, inhuman power. If only the laborers under their jurisdiction could have this kind of power, then many construction problems would be solved. And now, he can only make up for the lack of individual strength with bulky and inefficient tools.

Far from the shelter of the City of Wisdom, he must tread carefully. Here the authority he is given will be minimized, so it is necessary to be strict and grasp the scale. He had to lead by example to be able to appease some of his grievances.

Thinking about the difficulties he might face, Paul began to wonder if he would be able to make it until the arrival of his teacher.

Joey stood in the harbor ready to welcome the flotilla of four seagoing vessels into the harbor. Every time a ship from home arrives, it is a festival worth celebrating for the people here.

But for Joey, the significance of today is even more extraordinary. As a middle-aged man, he has dedicated most of his life to this harbor. He married and had children here, and gradually came to regard this place as his hometown. The City of Wisdom once tried to summon him back, but he refused. What is left of him?

When the news came that Ge Yin had decided to move here permanently with some of his scholars, he was so excited that he couldn't sleep all night. This is finally no longer a wild place, and the fire of civilization of scholars will eventually burn all over this land. At least, that's what he thinks.

His children never returned, and he often regretted it. Now, with the arrival of a large number of scholars, the regret in my heart has also disappeared. He is convinced that this will be the new city of scholars.

On the harbor, there are many children running and playing. Some of them have lived here for generations, and they have lost their reverence for the City of Wisdom. Not everyone has the same respect for the City of Wisdom as Joey. It's more of the resentment that has accumulated over generations, abandoned here.

As descendants of scholars, children here are exposed to the inheritance of scholars from an early age. Therefore, the depression and dissatisfaction of the elders will also be passed on unintentionally with words and deeds.

The opposition between the present and the non-existent has always existed, and has tended to expand as the population has multiplied. For this reason, Joey also worried, will this port one day become an independent existence?

Now you don't have to worry about that anymore, because this will be the new smart city. The influx of scholars will soon dilute the resentment, and those who live here will be given a new identity – pioneers. I believe that this identity is enough to make them proud, and of course he is also proud of it - Joey.

In Joey's anticipation, the ship finally slowly docked in port, and the gangplank fell from the side of the ship. Paul stepped off the boat and hugged Joey, who was waiting there.

"Uncle Joey, how are you?"

Letting go of the hug, Joey patted Paul on the shoulder again and nodded in satisfaction. "I'm fine. ”

Paul was a nice kid for Joey. The kid made a big impression on him from the first meeting. After that, because of the barrier of the sea, the number of times the two sides met was limited, but every time they met, Paul's growth impressed him.

And he had a little selfish heart as a father, and he thought his daughter was a good match for Paul. A well-educated young man, tested by the storms of the sea, such a young man is exactly what he wants.

Joey never hid his thoughts, so Paul knew that too. It's a good thing, at least with Uncle Joey's help, his work will go a lot better.