"Father...... Do we really need to get to this point?"

In a clearing outside Glowlight City, Horn Quinn looked at the busy workers from afar and asked with a little dissatisfaction.

In front of them was a rectangular flat square, almost a kilometer longitudinally and only about half horizontally—a new method of measuring length had spread among the nobles since the Grey Castle's engineering team entered the dawn of light.

Unlike the beautiful squares in the royal capital, its surface is completely paved with cement, and it looks gray, neither bright nor distinctive. If I have to say one advantage, I am afraid that the only advantage is that it is easy to repair, and it took less than a week from bulldozing the land to building and forming.

However, even so, the workers involved in the construction are all from the team cultivated by the Quinn family themselves, which shows the importance of it.

"Oh?" said Hofford Quinn, the current Lord of the Dawn, with an interested look, "What do you mean?"

"Your Majesty Roland's instructions are too many," Horn said, snapping his fingers, "and building bridges and roads, and they are all big projects that can take tens of miles at every turn, and you gather all the long-term workers in the family to do this, what about the work in the territory? There are still several places in the castle that need to be repaired, and the construction has not yet begun." ”

Of course, his dissatisfaction is by no means these two points.

My father took the King of the Grey Keep too seriously.

It can even be described as harming the benefit of people.

For example, cement, a widely used alchemy product, will inevitably bring huge profits if it is monopolized in the hands of the family.

However, just because of the words in His Majesty Roland's letter, "Please be sure to expand its production as soon as possible", my father summoned the nobles to the palace and announced the recipe in public. With the help of the major chambers of commerce under the aristocracy, several cement factories were indeed established in a short period of time, but the gains of the Quinn family were undoubtedly curtailed.

When it was time to build the road, the situation was reversed.

Those big nobles pushed back one by one, and my father simply came by himself.

From recruiting manpower to cooperating with the Grey Fort Engineering Department to complete the construction, the Quinn family is responsible for it. This was by no means a small expense, and although the annexation of the Moan royal family had greatly increased the family's strength, it was also spent as quickly as water. Seeing that the coins in the vault were decreasing day by day, Horn said that it was impossible not to feel distressed.

The point is that building roads is not the same as commercial investment, and it is possible to get back more wealth from the golden dragon paid for business, but what can be earned back by the road connecting the Mobei River to the cage mountain? It is not even in the territory controlled by the Quinn family! Even if it can promote business development in disguise, it is only those lords on the border who are cheaper.

And judging from the current situation, there are more than these two things that His Majesty Roland wants to build, as evidenced by the inexplicable flat land in front of him that has no effect on it. If it continues to squander like this, sooner or later the family will encounter the dilemma of making ends meet. In fact, he'd already heard a lot of criticism from branches within the family.

What made Horn feel the most upset was his father's attitude towards the Greycastle people.

Not only did he personally inquire about every project, but he also often summoned officials from the Ministry of Engineering to the palace and asked for their own requests. If the other party is a nobleman, it would be fine, the problem is that Horn inquired clearly, these expatriate "officials" are all commoners, and do not have any prominent family backgrounds. His father, as a king of a country, invited commoners to talk to him at the same table, which was really difficult for him to accept.

And today, as soon as he heard that someone from the Grey Castle was coming to Glowlight City, my father took a large group of people to wait outside the city early, which was unbelievable - as a ruler, it was respectful enough to meet in the castle, how could any royal family do this?

Horn suspects that his adoptive father is atoning for Andrea's sins. After all, all this changed after Hoford said goodbye to his daughter.

"What can I do?" Hoford shrugged, "I can't let the others come if they don't want to help, right?" you've seen the power of the Greykeep, do you think I can hold this seat without the support of the Wimbledon family?"

"No, father...... I'm not asking you to fight Greycastle," Horn said, waving his hand, "but you can tell your men to do it, and Roland Wimbledon can't find anything wrong with it." And the required funds can also be negotiated with the local lord slowly - a trade is a compromise, and the more anxious the merchant, the easier it is to lose, this is what you taught me. ”

"Unfortunately, the Battle of the Divine Will is not a trade. ”

"That's true, but ......," said Horn, biting his lip, and finally mustered up the courage, "but the way you are now, some people think that you are not the Lord of the Dawn, but the courtier of His Majesty Roland Wimbledon!"

He had expected his father to be furious at this, but the latter just stared at him for a moment, then laughed lightly, "I ask you, why is there a saying of four kingdoms on this continent, instead of five or three?"

"Uh......" Horn was caught off guard by the sudden change in subject, "because...... These four are the strongest families?"

"It would be more accurate to say - within the respective territories. "The power of the family weakens as the distance increases, and the so-called border is the tipping point at which the forces of the two sides reach a balance. But now, this tipping point no longer exists, and Roland Wimbledon can take all the territories of the four kingdoms if he wants to, so what's wrong with me being his vassal?"

Horn subconsciously retorted, "Father, even if the army of Grey Keep can fight again, he can't control such a large territory! Are you exaggerating his abilities too much......

"It's that you haven't realized the change in Greycastle, kid. "Roland may not have had it before, but now distance is no longer an obstacle to his domination - of course, if you don't have an in-depth understanding of what he's done, it's hard to imagine how far he's got." ”

"You...... How do you know?"

Hoford smiled, "Andrea replied to my letter. ”

This made Horn's heart sink.

Just as he was about to persuade his father again, an exclamation suddenly came from afar.

A dull hum followed.

Horn followed the prestige and couldn't help but be slightly stunned. I saw a neat string of black shadows appear in the sky, they were lined up in a horizontal line, and they were flying towards Glow City along the skyline.

Is that...... Migrating birds?

But after a few moments, the idea was dismissed, and the black dot quickly grew in size to the point where it far exceeded that of any other bird in the world, and it was still expanding.

Horn's eyes widened, it looked like something man-made!

The workers who witnessed this scene couldn't help but put down their tools and shouted.

Many passing caravans also stopped and looked up at the sky.

"It's incredible...... He was able to do just that. Hoford raised the corners of his mouth, "The person I'm going to pick up...... Here it comes. ”

Horn, who heard this, was stunned for a moment, could it be that these big square birds were vehicles made by the Gray Castle?

How is this possible!?