[Rowan POV]
“Brother, we should just focus on large towns, there’s no point of doing business with small villages like these we don’t even gain that much.”
“Enough Orwen. These people need our help.”
“We are merchants brother, our top priority should be profit.”
“Watch your mouth Orwen. If that was all father thought about you would have died in the slums long ago.”
Words that immediately made Orwen shut his mouth.
“I know you’re frustrated, I told you you could've stayed in Romwell. I need to do this, some of these people need food to eat. Many villages would starve if we failed to do our job as merchants.”
Orwen stayed silent as I ranted away.
I bumped on Orwen’s back as he stood there.
“Oi move, we still have 1 village to get to.”
“Brother… I think we are in the wrong place.”
“Huh? That’s impossible we have been there dozens of times already—“
As I moved my eyes to where Orwen was pointing what I saw was not the familiar village but…
“A city…” What we saw was a city with two layers of walls, walls as black as the night sky.
Me and my brother decided to check it out. As we got closer I realized the scale of it.
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“It’s at least 20 meters tall brother…”
“Crazy…”
“The outer wall might not be finished yet, since I can see that it has yet to accompass the entire city.”
“Crazy…”
“It is indeed crazy.”
A city like this would have taken years to build. Yet… it would be impossible for this to have gone unnoticed by merchants. 5 months ago this city wasn’t here before
As we ventured nearer to the gates I could see people standing on top of the walls seemingly inspecting us.
I saw a familiar face. An old man waved at us and then continued talking to the men above the walls.
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“I am glad to see you, Mr. Rowan!”
“Village head… what happened here…”
“We got a new Lord.”
“No- that doesn’t explain anything.”
“He’s a talented Lord. He is currently working on the outer wall he will be back later to meet you.”
“A Lord is working on the outer wall?”
“I doubt it, brother, he’s probably using the populace to hasten the wall construct—“
“Do not speak ill of our Lord, Sir.”
The village head suddenly showed a dark aura. Heavy.
Orwen shut his mouth immediately.
“Village head, there seem to be more people in the village.”
“The Lord’s aides rescued our people and some others in nearby bandit camps, right now there are 673 people. The aides are not here right now they are transferring the loot in the bandit/goblin bases to here.”
“The last time I visited you barely had 300…”
“Alot has happened since then.”
“I see… by the way those buildings…”
“Those are our houses. Also the Lord instructed us to allow you to stay there as we wait for him.”
“I- is that so…”
“Old man, everyone seems clean here. It’s probably the cleanest city I have seen.”
“The Lord requires us to bathe at least once a day and wash our clothes too.”
“Sounds hard.”
“Oh it is, but the Lord’s orders are absolute.”
“I am glad you are doing well village head.”
“I am glad too.”
We were led to a building that had three floors, though we were led to the lowest floor.
“That there is called a faucet, by turning the valve water will come out. This is the toilet you can use it to—“
As the village head explained things more questions seemed to pop up. This city was something a genius could only imagine…
“Each building has a bathing area, so please make use of that, it is separated by gender so please do not enter the ladies. Many men have—“
“I will not do that then.”
“Don’t worry it may be cold but the water is very clean.”
The village head left us in that room alone.
“Rowan…”
“Hmm?”
“This city scares me.”
“Indeed.”