Standing on the bank of the busy Winter Springs River, Dafert couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion as he watched the flow of people and boats coming and going. Years ago, he fled here, and it was Rhodes who took him in. At that time, Black Hammer Fort had developed, but it was not as prosperous as it is now.

At that time, the southern bank of the Dongquan River was still desolate, with only tent areas for refugees. Today, a permanent stone bridge connects the north and south banks, and the south bank has developed and the river has become busy. The turbulent water also calmed out, as a result of Rhodes ordering the construction of a dam upstream of the Winter Spring River. It not only improved the water flow of the Dongquan River, but also increased the agricultural irrigation area.

And the development of the city is equally amazing. The warriors of the Black Rose Knights were reluctant to believe that such a thriving city could exist in a desolate place like Kislev until they landed at Blackhammer Castle, and it was not until they landed on the shore that they had to be impressed by what they saw.

There is no end to the dense urban buildings, with markets, restaurants, and warehouses next to each other, covering both sides of the Dongquan River. Farther afield, there is the industrial area, where the daily sound of iron hammering continues, and an endless stream of industrial products is transported from the downwind city to the Dongquan River wharf, where they are loaded onto cargo ships and transported to the rest of the world. Yes, all over the world. Textiles and crafts from the empire, spices and coffee from the Arabi region, wine and fruit from Bretonnia were hoarded and merchants gathered here. It's clearly bigger than Errengrad on the other side of the Bay Area.

There's also city life – it has everything you need for a big city, entertainment, sanitation, public safety, and more. On both sides of the main road, theaters, large gymnasiums, police stations, chambers of commerce, temples of the gods, and so on are neatly distributed. You can see the large buildings that are taller than ordinary houses, and the domes of the Thunder God Temple and the Bear God Temple reflect the golden light of the sun, and at first glance, it seems to have the illusion that it is in the capital city of Kislev.

What amazed Dafort the most was suburban agriculture, where harvesters replaced traditional manual harvesting on the outskirts of the city, and roaring machines drove past the flat wheat fields, rolling rows of wheat into them, harvesting ripe wheat over a large area. The efficiency is amazing. According to the manager Alves, mechanical harvesting is still in its infancy, and only a very small number of rich peasants can afford to buy harvesters, and even very few can afford to rent them. But Ruder Finn's vision and goal is that in the future, this technology will be widely available throughout the country......

In terms of security, three levels of walls are being built, like holy wings enclosing and protecting the city. In Daft's eyes, Blackhammer Castle was already a city, not a castle. It's just that it seems that Rhodes doesn't really care about whether he changes his name or not. He was a pragmatic lord, and he had time to think about changing his name, so he might as well think more about how to promote the development of the city. Let more people gather here. After all, population is key.

At night, the north wind swept through Blackhammer Castle with a chill. Wrapped in a cloak, Dafert came to the castle. What he saw and heard in the past few days gave him a new idea, but this idea needs the support of Rhodes to be realized.

Rod's dormitory was located in the innermost part of the castle, where there were few guards, only the castle guards in armor patrolled back and forth, and the silver armor was chilling in the moonlight. Duffert had long been accustomed to the fact that the Moors were always accompanied by darkness and death, they were the ferrymen of the souls, and darkness did not terrify them, but rather made them feel at peace.

Passing through the tall hallway, Duffert came to Rod's room. After the guards went in to report, Rod himself went out to greet him. Although he is already the king of the north, he has never raised his posture in front of these old friends.

"Late at night, something important?"

As soon as he entered, Rhodes poured a glass of mulled wine for Dafort himself.

"Warm up first. ”

Dafort took the glass and drank it all, although the taste was very choking, but it was good enough. Swept away some of the chill.

"Rod, I've been thinking about a question these days. He took another drink, "For Kislev to revive Moorishism, there must be a bridgehead, a preemptive zone. I hope that Blackhammer can become this pioneer area, the bridgehead. "Love books

Dafert was talking to Rhodes in a consultative tone, after all, it is true that the introduction of one's own religion into the territory of others does require the consent of others.

"I'm not against the Moorish Order preaching at Blackhammer. ”

Rod returned with a smile.

"Well, I know that your vision has filled this dark and cold country with hope. But, I mean, that's not enough...... These days, I am very emotional to see your territory flourishing. Especially seeing the Great Temple of Ersun, which almost became the spiritual pillar of the people. I even sighed that if the Moorish religion could also have a decent temple here......"

Dafort glanced at Rhodes and found that Rhodes was silent, and hurriedly continued to add-

"Temple, I mean, I wish I could build a temple here that belongs to Moore, the god of death. All costs for the construction of the temple are paid for by the church headquarters. ”

In the symmetrical fireplace at both ends of the bedroom, charcoal is burning. Rod remained silent. Dafort was a little worried about whether he had said the wrong thing.

Until Rod spoke again—

"You mean you want me to provide you with a piece of land for you to build a temple?"

"Well, yes. It doesn't have to be very large, about the size of an ordinary monastery. ”

Daffert replied earnestly.

"The land plot is not a big problem, but the manpower is a problem. Brother, you know, the war is tight, and once the snow melts at the beginning of spring next year, I won't have the manpower to build the temple. The engineering team must go with the army. And winter is not a good season for construction. Few people want to go out in winter, and materials can freeze. After all, at the coldest time, sprinkling water will freeze. ”

Rod told him sincerely.

"Hmm...... Rod, you misunderstood what I meant, the temple doesn't have to start construction immediately, it's just an idea, a plan. As for the engineering team, I'll figure it out myself, I can ask the Imperial Headquarters for support, and I think they might send a special team to Kislev for construction. ”

Dafert raised his feet and said seriously. From the eyes of the Night Ravens, Rhodes could see his sincerity, and it would be no good for him personally to return to Kislev, but he came back anyway. In order for the Moorish religion to regain a foothold in Kislev, purify the undead, and let the dead rest in peace. It's just that war has never been a one-man business, and that Black Rose Order Rhodes has always been uneasy about it. Although it helped itself defeat the Ice Queen's naval fleet, this war was a civil war in Kislev after all, and it was not good to involve foreign powers in it. What will the populace think? What will the nobles think? And this is a legion that is not loyal to the North...... What will they do if they encounter an unexpected situation in the future? Rod's heart is uncertain......