Chapter 367 (1/2)

Chapter 367: The First Step to Building the City

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Petrov stepped out of his cabin and was surprised that he was not greeted with the smell of rotting wood. There was a newly built bridge next to the boat, and the harbor had doubled in size and thudded instead of creaking when stepped on—he could tell that the planks had been laid sturdily and that the material was of great quality.

After leaving the harbor, a few uniformed guards immediately walked over. The leader of the group gave the family crest hanging on the Lionheart’s flagpole an once-over and asked, “Are you… Sir Hull of the Honeysuckle Family?”

“Yes.” Petrov nodded, feeling quite important. “I am Petrov Hull, and I came here at His Highness’ invitation.”

“Lord Iron Axe has already told us about you. Please come with me.” The guard waved his hand.

“We’re walking?” Petrov was shocked.

“Yes. All the stables have been demolished,” the guard smiled apologetically and said. “Don’t worry. The town roads are in great condition.”

Petrov soon understood what the guard meant by “great condition”.

The road was smooth and wide, and all the snow had been cleared so that there were barely even any puddles. It seemed to be paved with many little black stones that had tiny spaces between them and glistened with moisture. Furthermore, what surprised Petrov the most was that this wasn’t the only road like this. There was an intersection every hundred steps. The roads were so straight and symmetrical that they seemed to be drawn on paper. During the half-hour walk, he didn’t see a single bit of mud.

Petrov was stunned to find that this town looked completely different from the one in his memories.

“Sir, is this really… Border Town?” Sise stared at the scenery around him. “Wasn’t it only a temporary living area for miners?”

“It used to be that way,” the guard said, smiling, “but ever since His Highness arrived, everything has been changing. Take these roads for example, they were all built six months ago. Back then, there were thousands of people working together every day, so we could practically build a new one every month.”

Petrov noticed a strong tone of pride peeking through the guard’s voice, as if he felt proud to be a member of the town.

But… this was so unbelievable! Neat rows of trees bordered every road, which he imagined to form a beautiful canopy of leaves to block out the scorching sun in summer. Then there were the houses—all the short mud huts and shabby wooden inns were nowhere to be seen. Instead, there were clean-cut brick buildings with two to three stories that all shared a similar style. They obviously must have all been built by the same group of stonemasons.

How could he possibly transform a poor little town in only one year?

The shocked and confused Petrov followed the guards into the castle grounds. His guide was replaced by an armored knight, while his attendants were left to wait outside the castle walls.

When he stepped into the Lord’s castle, Petrov finally felt the same as he did one year ago.