The events of Kant's Territory have finally come to an end for the time being, and it seems to be the last wave of the year - as the foggy moon descends, everything in the south goes into hibernation as the temperature drops, and this troubled place finally calms down.

But Cecil's construction has just begun, and with the rapid improvement of all kinds of basic machinery and equipment and various factories, a large number of new people in this land have found themselves to have a lot of work to do in this cold winter - of course, they are greeted not only by winter work, but also by the hot meals served in the factory canteen, the winter clothes specially made for the workers, and the charcoal subsidies for every household.

For the poor people who had been able to endure at home with a little food in stock as long as winter in the past, counting the food in the basket and calculating how long the winter would end, this was an unimaginable life, and the new amount of work was nothing compared to it.

According to Gawain, it wasn't until the winter construction plan was well underway that the development of the territory was truly on track.

The bleak sight of wide, sturdy horse-drawn carriages running on the gravel road, creaking under the wheels, yellow leaves scattered all along the road, and only branches of deciduous maple and giant wood remained, but there was only a warm strength in Joan's heart.

Before the harshest frost fell, she and her brother found the last settlement in the forest.

She stood on the leading carriage and stood up and looked at the entire convoy behind her, seven carriages carrying forty-six emaciated homeless people, driven by powerful warriors wearing strange enchanted armor and equipped with magic weapons, these Cecil warriors strictly obeyed the orders of the lord, and in all cases they were responsible for protecting her and her brother, and protecting the refugees in the convoy, whether it was a beast or a robber encountered on the way, these soldiers did not let a single civilian be harmed - and on normal days, There has also never been a case of soldiers bullying civilians.

This surprised her at first, but now she has become accustomed to it.

It's an incredible force, and they're heading to an even more incredible place.

She never believed that there would be any nobles who sincerely sheltered the commoners, let alone that the homeless could receive free help in a strange land, but what she never imagined was that she would act as a "messenger" and "representative" to facilitate and realize this process. In the past few dozen days, she and her brother have traveled through the mountains and forests north of the Whitewater River and south of Kant's Territory, and they and several other teams of men and horses have acted at the same time, under the escort of the powerful Cecil soldiers, to find the refugee settlements on the verge of extinction, and then take the old folks who are struggling to live and die to safety, the process is almost like a dream.

Joan looked at the last carriage, from which Tom stood up, waving his arms at her, waving his flag in a strange pose that represented "everything is normal" - a gesture of his own making, and he had created a whole bunch of "remote orders" with different meanings, waving flags and lights to get the message around the procession, which he was clearly enjoying and proud of.

The words "do things for the lord" seem to have greatly encouraged his cowardly brother, even without any substantive position and appointment letter, Tom is more than ten times more energetic than before, Joan once felt that Tom's reckless behavior might have annoyed the accompanying soldiers, but now the result is that Tom's invention of the "flag language" and "lamp language" has reached the ears of the lord, and the lord has greatly praised him, and even taught the soldiers in the territory after the order is standardized......

Joan smiled in response to Tom's signal, then turned around and continued to look ahead.

You can already see the smoke curling and the watchtower of the territory.

The refugees in the carriage also noticed the change ahead, and some inevitably became nervous, some got up from the straw and broken cotton wool and looked at the soldiers standing guard on the tower in the distance, while others looked at Joan uneasily: "Miss Joan, we really ...... Can you make a home there? ”

Joan was surprised that a Orion's daughter would be respectfully and nervously addressed to "Miss" by civilians, and she quickly shook her head with a smile: "Don't call me that, I'm a commoner like you. Rest assured, the hard days are over, and ahead is the territory of the Duke of Cecil, where we will make our home, and everyone will settle down. ”

As the carriage crossed the bridge, the huge brass bell was struck, the sound of "dangdang" pierced the air, and the sentinels shouted from the towers the cry that had been sounding so often these days: "Xin-ding-in-realm!" ”

The homeless, huddled in straw and cotton wool, woke up and lay on the railing of the carriage one by one, and saw the tall gates open before their eyes, and the carriage drove up an avenue paved with bricks and strange "rocks", at the end of which the new houses spread out, and the smoke drifted into the sky, and the carriage drove to the east at the first junction, to a riverfront square.

"New-ding-in-realm!"

Again, the majestic voices of soldiers exploded in the air, and the carriages of the displaced people entered the square with the call, rows of wooden sheds stood at the edge of the square, the recorders of the registered population and the soldiers who maintained order were already in place, and a huge pot stove was propped up in the center of the square, and the fire was blazing under the stove, and the aroma of stewed food was wafting from the cauldron.

A woman with a large waist stands beside the stove and stirs the pot with a long-handled spoon the chowder that is simmering in the pot, a nutritious and easy-to-digest soup that is most suitable for the hungry, not only to replenish their strength quickly, but also to prevent damage to their stomachs, which have been weakened by prolonged starvation.

The moment they saw the food, the forty-six yellow-skinned homeless people on the seven carriages seemed to be instantly relieved.

Joan could feel the sudden reassurance, for not so long ago, she had been one of the people in the carriage who had suddenly felt reassured.

And the day when the last group of displaced people arrived safely in the territory was also the day when Gawain and his family finally left their tents and moved into the new "castle".

With the help of Rebecca's "otherworldly cement", coupled with Hetty's magic assistance and Nicholas Egg's control of metal building materials, the new mansion was completed much faster than Gawain expected, and a brand new three-story mansion sat in the open space near the original camp - no lord's castle in history was completed so quickly, which should naturally be attributed to the building materials that Rebecca researched, but Gawain thought that the more important reason was that he was not like those traditional nobles, Obsessed with building the castle with natural boulders, and having to build the castle on a hill.

It is much easier to build a bungalow with bricks on flat ground than to build a castle on top of a hill with stones.

Gawain knew that traditional castles were built to defend against enemies, and that it would be more appropriate to describe them as "military fortresses" rather than dwellings, but he did not intend to build a castle like that in Cecil's territory—first, because it cost money, second, because he was not used to living in the cold, stiff stone houses, and third, because he didn't need them.

In the event of an emergency, the ancient facility in the mountains is definitely much more robust and reliable than any modern castle.

This three-story house should be the most luxurious large-scale building in the current territory, but if it is placed in the aristocratic mansion of the same era, I am afraid it can only be described as "too simple", Gawain's personal design allowed it to get rid of the traditional aristocratic mansion all kinds of luxurious but uncomfortable drawbacks, its entire structure is arranged in line with pragmatic and useful goals, when Gawain finally moved into the spacious, bright and walled study, he suddenly felt that his previous racking of brains for the design was all worth it.

There were no ornately carved marble windowsills, no glittering crystal sculptures, no painted domes and intricate columns in the style of the Northerns, but he had two magic laboratories and a mechanical workshop, and this beautiful study in front of him, which had walls!

Amber also wandered around the study, and Miss Half-Elf seemed to be more satisfied with the house than Gawain, and she checked the locks on every door, and all the cabinets and drawers in the study, and finally she opened the window facing the "central square", looked down at the courtyard below, and exclaimed from the bottom of her heart: "I can finally open the window and enter the ...... in the future"

"Nervous go next door," Gawain looked up from his book and glanced at the half-elf, "remember to walk the door." ”

"Hey, I'm just kidding why you're so serious," Amber staggered to Gawain's desk, "but then again, you're really weird, I wonder how much of a fortress or palace you built in a tent for so long, and you ended up building such a place?" ”

"Build a palace in a territory with a total population of only a few thousand?" Gawain smiled, "I'm not extravagant enough to be this high. ”

"I heard the movement on the other side of the riverbeach square just now, it should be that the last group of homeless people have finally arrived," Amber's ears twitched, "you can always rest easy this time...... What do you keep looking down at? ”

Gawain raised his hand and raised the large book with a hardcover cover and a gilded title, which he had been reading since just now: "A book that is quite popular in the central and southern regions, and it is said that seventy percent of the readers are noble ladies and ladies. ”

Amber's expression instantly became strange: "Madame's favorite book, right?" You love to watch this kind of ...... ?! ”

She didn't finish a sentence before she exclaimed, because the title of the book was so eye-catching: "The Rhyme of Gawain Cecil—A Tale of Heroes and Princesses."

Then Miss Half-Elf's expression was even more strange: "You ...... Your hobby ......"

"What a hobby, I'm studying my own biography," Gawain sighed, "Of course it would be a surprise to see this kind of thing......

Gao Wen sighed even deeper in his heart: Seven hundred years later, he opened the coffin and saw his own book, this achievement really cannot be replicated.

Amber immediately leaned over in a slumber: "Hey, let me see, let me see...... You still have this kind of story circulating, huh? Those people who write books are really ...... Tsk......"

"It is generally accepted that to give the heroes of antiquity a bunch of wind. The rhyme is a kind of praise and gold, after all, those people are dead, and they will not jump out to accuse them of mistakes and trouble, and most of the heroes who have been gilded are happy to do this - they must not have thought that I would climb out when they thought so," Gawain pouted, "I still admire them a little, I have lived for a total of thirty-five years, and I have married a wife in my life, and they have been able to arrange more than eighty confidantes in my thirty-five years of intense life, how did this TM list be stuffed?" ”

"Scolding my mother, scolding my mother, hey!"

"Hey, uncle! Go and call Pittman! ”

Amber was taken aback: "This book is his?" That old ...... not serious"

"Not his," Gawain glanced at Amber, "I'm going to ask him what race the 'Kraken' is mentioned in this book - it's the only one of several biographies that mentions that I went to sea, but in that experience, it mentions a species I don't know at all!" ”