"Every time I pick up this map, I can't help but praise the Lord."
Gelan held a bird's-eye view map of Porcupine Territory.
The artwork was a bit crude, but the map was incredibly detailed. It was as if you were actually flying in the sky, looking down on Porcupine Territory.
"Lucky dog" Joe stood to the side, nodding in agreement. "You're right. He's the most benevolent and knowledgeable noble I've ever met, just like a learned scholar."
But Gelan smiled and shook his head. "The wisdom it takes to manage a barren land like Porcupine Territory far surpasses that of any scholar."
As the weather grew colder, the slaves were finally about to finish building their houses.
Ugly as they were, the houses—a mixture of wood, mud, and stone—could at least provide shelter from the elements.
"Hmm, the Lord had me send men to scout the dense forest of Pig Spine Valley. They should be back soon," Gelan muttered to himself.
