The next morning, after Kant had breakfast.
A familiar carriage stopped in front of the B&B building. Kant walked out the door and saw Yadonis in plain clothes sitting in the place of the groom.
After Yadonis saw Kant, he immediately got off the carriage and saluted, "Lord, good morning."
"Why did you come here in a carriage by yourself? What about Crowitz?" Kant asked.
"Captain Crowrez accidentally injured his leg. The freshwater lake is closer to the coal mine we went to the day before yesterday. I'll just lead the way for you, Lord." Yadonis replied.
"Then I'm the only one who can sit in your carriage." Kant waved his hand with a smile, and dismissed the guards who followed him: "But this is also very good, and you can travel lightly."
Yadonis nodded and helped Kant into the carriage.
Along the way, Yadonis talked to Kant sitting in the carriage from time to time, asking about the recent situation of Bandak and the others, as well as the details of the battle on the border of the Elven Kingdom. He hadn't been back to Dherim for three months, and many news came here and there. I don't know much about the dynamics in Dherim City.
"Do you want to go back?" Kant asked.
"Thinking about it, I wanted to go back after staying here for less than a month. But now I have stayed here for the fourth month, so I don't think much about it." Yadonis replied.
"Because of the battle, the main city was short of manpower, and no troops were summoned to replace you. In fact, it's time for you to go back and rest." Kant said, "Do you still have family in Dherim?"
"Yes, I have a wife and child. My wife will send me letters every half a month. The child is still young, so I probably don't know why I left." Yadonis said, "Actually, it's not hard work here. Rather than going back, I want my family to come here to see."
"Dherim has a ban on going out of the city, this matter has to fail." Kant said.
The wind and sand were getting bigger and bigger. Even if the distance between the two was less than one meter, they still had to roar loudly to hear what each other said.
"That's a pity," Yadonis said.
If possible, he would like to bring his family to live here for a long time. However, his wife and children probably wouldn't be willing. After all, the hustle and bustle of Dherim always looks attractive.
The two walked the distance chatting with difficulty, and when they reached the side of Banyue Lake, the gust of wind gradually became weaker.
So Kant was able to stand by the lake and take a closer look at the appearance of the half-moon lake.
The surface of the lake is turquoise blue, and it is located between two strands of sand dunes. As the field of vision extended, Kant estimated in his mind that the freshwater lake was about ten square kilometers.
It's really rare.
The undead who lived here before probably didn't care much about water sources like the elves.
It has grown naturally to its current size.
The more Kant thought about it, the more he felt that this original city of the dead was a treasure.
Kant squatted down and explored the lake on the shore. The lake water is clear and cool, and there seems to be a breeze blowing when it is close to the water surface.
"Lord." Yadonis called out Kant who was born.
Kant stood up, but his figure was in a trance.
"Be careful!" Yadonis hurried forward to support Kant.
"Sorry, I seem to be in poor health recently." Kant said to Yadonis with a smile after standing still.
"Lord, pay attention to your body." Yadonis said worriedly.
Kant nodded, accepting his kindness. Someone looked sideways at the lake: "This lake is really beautiful, even more precious than an oasis in the desert. Durandal is indeed very lucky to have such resources by his side."
"After a few months, the rainy season in the Nalun Desert will come again." Yadonis said.
"Before the rainy season comes, a reservoir must be built to store water." Kant came to this conclusion in his mind after observing on the spot here.
"In this way, it is true. I neglected to forget this point on the planning draft paper. I am really sorry, Lord." After thinking about this, Yadonis apologized to Kant.
"There's no rush, you won't be able to do this with the manpower in the city." Kant responded, "After staying here for two days, I feel that building Durandal into a typical industrial city is indeed more difficult than I imagined. Much more complicated."
At least so far, there are several problems before us that require a lot of manpower to solve.
I really want to get rid of all these things before the founding of the country. Kant said silently in his heart.
On the way back, Yadonis drove the carriage much slower than before.
One is that the strong wind in the desert has stopped now, and the other is that considering Kant's physical condition, he does not want to cause him discomfort because of the rush.
Kant sat in the carriage for a while, feeling a little stagnant inside.
Then he came out and sat next to the coachman.
Looking at the desert scenery.
As a result, a group of wandering gnolls were found on the distant horizon.
Kant couldn't help frowning, thinking about asking Yadonis: "Didn't the soldiers guarding the city find anything?"
"It's quite common for other races to wander outside. But they don't seem to dare to approach Durandal. I don't know if they are afraid of the undead or the soldiers under Bundak's command." Yadonis replied.
The soldiers led by Yadonis are responsible for patrolling the city and the border.
So far, there has not been a single attack from these wandering races.
Kant nodded when he heard what Yadonis said: "But you still have to pay attention, the security tower has not yet been fully built. The only guards guarding the city are the resident soldiers."
"Yes!" Yadonis replied loudly.
When Kant looked in the direction just now again, the group of jackals had disappeared.
In the evening, Yadonis' carriage drove to the gate of the B&B building.
After bidding farewell to Kant, Yadonis continued to drive the carriage to the barracks. He still had a lot of military affairs waiting for him to solve.
Kant returned to his room after dinner.
I began to write down the impressions I had seen in the past few days in written form.
On the draft paper, he drew a resource relationship diagram in a circular formation, thinking about how to use the resources in his hands after returning to Dherim, and arrange everything about Durandal clearly.
After all, the investment required for each project is related to each other.
Must distinguish steps, in order to properly allocate resources together.
Until late at night, Kant was still sitting at the table, making plans for the future Durandal. A whole pile of discarded manuscript paper was piled up at the elbow.
(end of this chapter)