Lord: I have built a witch's sanctuary.

Chapter 111 The New Walls of Frostwolf City

Chapter 110 The New Walls of Frostwolf City

Inside the Lord's Hall.

Lorraine slammed a handwritten appointment document on the table.

"Minister of Finance and Logistics"

Olivia glanced down, and when she looked up, her emerald eyes were filled with a smile.

"This title sounds much better than 'housekeeper'."

"The responsibilities remain the same, but the authority is greater."

Lorraine leaned back in her chair and tapped her fingers on the table.

"You are in charge of all aspects of Frostwolf City, including taxation, resource allocation, farmland management, and the production and distribution of essential goods. Pym is in charge of finance and currency issuance, while you are in charge of the real economy and the collection of currency through taxation. These two lines cannot be mixed."

"I've also prepared a plan for you outlining what you'll need to do after you take office. If you ever feel indecisive, just open this plan; it contains strategies for dealing with all sorts of situations."

Olivia picked up the documents and the plan, read them carefully, and then folded them neatly and put them in her bosom.

"Rest assured, my lord, I will not let you down."

She paused, then added.

"However, you promised me three thousand acres of farmland."

"Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about it."

Lorraine stood up and pushed back her chair.

"Come on, I'll take you to see something today. We'll invite Pym along too."

In the outer city of Frostwolf, only the stone foundations of the dilapidated old city walls, reaching half a person's height, remain.

Post-war reconstruction had just begun, and workers were everywhere carrying timber and stone. The north wind blew in through the breach, whipping up snowflakes that stung their faces.

Pym wrapped his mink coat tighter around himself, hunched his shoulders, and followed behind Lorraine, glancing at Olivia out of the corner of his eye as he walked.

The newly appointed Minister of Finance and Logistics wore a dark brown woolen long dress, her green hair tied back with a simple headband, and she walked with a steady gait and a composed demeanor.

Pym silently gave himself a wake-up call.

This woman is not simple.

Having fought alongside Lorraine from the snowfields to the present day, the witch's trust in Lorraine is extremely deep, far beyond what I, a newcomer, can compare to. She also now manages the finances and logistics of the entire Frostwolf City.

It's likely that Lorraine appointed her to the position both to develop the territory and to keep Lorraine in check.

Lorraine was a young lord, but his shrewdness in navigating power structures far exceeded his years.

However, Pym prefers experienced lords, even if his power is checked and balanced.

Following a mediocre ruler in this wasteland, one's power will likely be quickly destroyed by those with ulterior motives; no power lasts forever.

"My lord."

Pym jogged up to him, rubbing his hands together as he asked.

"You mentioned rebuilding the city walls. What specifications are you planning to go for? With Frostwolf City's current resources, a second-tier wall shouldn't be a problem. If it's a third-tier wall—"

He carefully considered his words.

"It's probably only enough to cover the main urban area."

Lorraine did not answer, but stopped and turned to face the entire Frostwolf City.

From this vantage point, you can see the entire city.

To the north lies the Lord's Inner Castle, where the Frostwolf family's castle stands.

To the south lies the lower city, where densely packed houses and workshops stretch from the inner fortress all the way to the ruins of the old city wall.

Further out, there were vast stretches of farmland that had been transformed into magical farmland, with neat squares of black soil peeking out from the white snow.

Those magical farmlands are the lifeblood of Frostwolf's agriculture.

"Pym".

Lorraine spoke.

Where do you think the city wall should be built?

Pym immediately pointed to the edge of the lower town.

"Here. Rebuild along the foundation of the old city wall, encompassing both the main city and the lower city. This is the most economical solution and the most reasonable defensive perimeter."

Lorraine shook her head.

"not enough."

He raised his hand and gestured outwards, his finger passing over the lower city, over the ruins of the old city walls, and pointing towards the vast magical farmlands in the distance.

"I want to include farmland in the area as well."

Pym was stunned.

He looked in the direction Lorraine was pointing, and his mouth slowly opened.

That area, from the main city to the outermost magic farmland, is at least three times the size of the existing city.

Do we need to use three-tiered city walls to enclose such a large area?

"My lord."

Pim's voice was somewhat hoarse.

"If we were to use Tier 3 city walls for this entire area, the materials and magic crystals required would probably be more than the entire Frostwolf City could buy."

He wasn't exaggerating.

A three-tiered city wall is not something that can be built with ordinary stones and bricks.

Those are territorial structures that require the lord's talent to activate the world's rules to build, and each section of the city wall requires a large amount of magic crystals and special materials.

With Frostwolf City's current resources, even including the magic crystals recently recovered from big merchants, it's only enough to build a third-tier city wall around the main city area.

To cover farmland?

That would require pouring all of Frostwolf Territory's output for the next three years into the project.

Pym swallowed hard, his mind racing.

He suddenly thought of something.

The low cost of Babel Tower coins, the free conversion of magic farmland, and the mass production of steam locomotives are all ridiculously low.

It's so low it's illogical.

"My lord."

Pym looked up, and his expression changed.

"You can not only produce those alchemical items and mechanical devices at low cost—you can even build territory buildings at low cost?"

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Lorraine glanced at him.

That old fox really knows how to think fast.

"A fourth-tier city wall is not yet feasible."

Lorraine's tone was flat, as if she were saying that the weather was nice today.

"But if it's just a level three city wall..."

He paused for a moment.

"It's very easy."

Pym's lips twitched.

It's very easy.

A level three city wall is easy to build.

In the entire North, there are no more than two cities with Tier 3 walls.

Each one was built piece by piece by successive lords who devoted decades of their lives and countless resources to its construction.

Frostwolf City has been established for several hundred years, and even at its peak, it only built a Tier 3 wall around the inner fortress, while the outer wall could only be built as a Tier 2 wall.

The young man in front of me said that it would be easy to fence off the farmland and build a three-tiered city wall.

Pym opened his mouth, as if to say something.

But the next second, his voice caught in his throat.

Because Lorraine raised her hand.

Mental energy surged into the Witch's Tome, and the pages of the book, which only Lorraine could see, turned in the void.

The construction panel appeared before his eyes, and the icon for the Tier 3 city wall glowed with a pale blue light.

Lorraine defined the scope in her mind.

Starting from the north, it extends southward, enveloping the entire lower city, and then continues to expand outward, incorporating most of the core magical farmland.

A huge, almost circular area.

confirm.

put up.

The earth shook violently.

It wasn't a violent earthquake, but a deep, continuous hum, as if something was awakening from the depths of the earth.

Pym stumbled and almost fell.

He steadied himself and looked up.

Then his pupils suddenly contracted.

On the edge of the city, on the outskirts of the magical farms, the earth is cracking open.

No, it's not that it's cracked; something is rising from the ground.

The gray-white stone walls, with pale blue magical patterns, seemed to have been forcibly pulled from the ground by an invisible giant hand, emerging from the soil section by section.

Each section of the wall is thirty feet high, with serrated crenellations at the top and its surface covered with densely packed runes.

These walls extend to both sides at a visible speed, connecting seamlessly to each other.

From south to north.

From east to west.

A complete, uninterrupted Tier 3 city wall is rising from the ground amidst the magic-powered farmland on the outskirts of Frostwolf City.

The whole process took less than a minute.

Pym stood there, his neck craned so high it looked like it would break.

His mind went blank.

The moment the city walls closed, a deep rumble came from underground, and the entire city trembled slightly.

Pale blue magical patterns flowed along the surface of the wall, then slowly faded, merging into the stone structure.

The wind stopped.

Snowflakes fell on the brand-new city walls and melted silently.

Pym slowly turned his head and looked at Lorraine.

The young lord was lowering his hand, his expression calm, as if he had just done something insignificant.

""

Pym's Adam's apple bobbed up and down twice.

He wanted to say something.

I want to express how I feel right now.

He wanted to find the right words to describe what he had just seen.

But he discovered that his vocabulary had completely collapsed at that moment.

Four hundred years.

For four hundred years since the founding of Frostwolf City, successive lords have devoted their entire lives to accomplishing something that could not be done in a minute.

"My lord."

Pym's voice sounded a little weak.

"I think I might have had some misunderstandings about the word 'easy' before."

Lorraine ignored him.

He turned to look at Olivia.

Olivia did not lose her composure like Pym.

She simply stood there, her hands clasped in front of her, her green eyes reflecting the brand-new city wall, and the corners of her mouth gradually curving upwards.

She wasn't shocked.

Or rather, she had long since passed the stage of being shocked by Lorraine.

From the first magical farm at White Wolf Outpost, from the first Witch Tower rising from the ground, from the Tower of Babel moving the city and crushing the gates of Frostwolf City, she knew that this man's abilities had no limits.

She was just very happy.

Pure, heartfelt happiness.

Because she chose the right person.

On that snowy night at White Wolf Outpost, she knocked on Lorraine's door, carrying a bag of hardy wheat seeds and an unrealistic dream.

At that time, Lorraine consisted of only a dilapidated outpost, a newly awakened witch, and a desolate frozen wasteland.

And now—

Frostwolf City, surrounded by three-tiered city walls, and the moving city of Babel.

Anna, a fourth-order witch, and Victor, a fourth-order knight.

Mechanical Legion, Magic Farmland, Babel Coins.

The entire North was trembling.

"Three thousand mu."

Olivia spoke, her voice soft but clear.

"The three thousand acres of farmland you promised me are inside the city walls."

Lorraine nodded.

"All the magical farmland in Frostwolf City will be under your management and coordination. You are the most suitable person to guide the farmers in their cultivation."

Olivia took a deep breath.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, looking in the direction of the magic farm.

There was a vast expanse of flat, black land, with the faint light of the magic farmland peeking through the snow.

Three thousand acres, stretching from the base of the city wall all the way to the edge of the lower city, are firmly protected within the brand-new three-tiered city wall.

Cold-resistant barley No. 2.

The new varieties she cultivated during the Tower of Babel period.

Red ears of barley are more cold-resistant and higher-yielding than ordinary barley.

In Snow Eagle Territory, she only had a very small experimental field.

Now, she owns 3,000 mu (approximately 200 hectares).

Three thousand acres of magical farmland protected by a three-tiered city wall.

Olivia closed her eyes.

She could picture that scene—

When the harvest season arrives, 3,000 mu of cold-resistant No. 2 barley will ripen at the same time.

The red wheat ears swayed in the wind, stretching from the base of the city wall to the horizon, like a burning sea of ​​fire.

No one will starve to death anymore.

Inside these city walls, on this land, no one will starve to death anymore.

She opened her eyes and looked at Lorraine.

"My lord, I would like to arrange for the farmers to begin sowing as soon as possible."

"Anytime is fine."

"

Lorraine's answer was brief.

"Are there enough seeds?"

Olivia smiled.

"The seeds I brought from the Tower of Babel are enough to sow 500 acres. After the first harvest, I'll save the seeds, and the second harvest will cover all 3,000 acres. The magical farmland has a short growing cycle; a crop can be harvested every twelve days."

Her speech became faster and faster, and her eyes became brighter and brighter.

"The yield from these two harvests is enough to feed the entire population of Frostwolf City for a whole year. If we add the output from other farmlands," she paused, looking intently at Lorraine.

"No one will starve to death in Frostwolf City anymore."

Lorraine looked at her, smiled, and nodded.

"Then, please turn this picture into reality."

Pym stood aside, watching this scene, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

He had been operating in Frostwolf City for many years.

Over the years, he had met three lords, served a tyrannical and corrupt countess, and assisted a wise old count. He navigated the Alchemists' Guild and the nobility with ease, making himself a slippery eel.

He considered himself to have a keen sense for power and wealth.

But today, his intuition told him one thing—his previous assessment of Lorraine was still too low.

It's ridiculously low.

Pym slowly walked to the city wall, reached out his hand, and touched the wall.

The stone surface is cool and hard, and you can feel the slight protrusion of the runes on your fingertips.

Magic flowed within the walls, like a dormant pulse.

This is real.

It's not an illusion, not a trick of the trade.

A genuine Tier 3 city wall encircles the entire Frostwolf City, encompassing the urban area and even most of the core farmland.

Pym withdrew his hand and turned to look at Lorraine's retreating figure.

The young lord was walking ahead side by side with Olivia, seemingly discussing irrigation and drainage issues for the farmland.

Pym suddenly realized that his foresight in investing in Lorraine before it left the snowfields and his decision to surrender when Babel was at the gates might have been the best decision he ever made.

none of them.

He tightened his coat and hurried after him.

"My lord! I need a budget prepared as soon as possible regarding the maintenance costs of the city walls and the salaries of the patrol personnel."

"Find Olivia."

Lorraine didn't even turn her head.

"The maintenance of the city wall is the responsibility of logistics, and she is in charge of it."

Pym paused, glancing at Olivia beside him.

Olivia turned around and gave him a polite but distant smile.

"Pym, please send the budget proposal to my office tomorrow morning so we can discuss it in detail."

Pym grinned and forced a smile.

"Of course, Your Excellency."

The north wind swept over the brand-new city walls, making a low, mournful sound.

Inside the city walls, civilians in the lower city had begun to gather.

They looked up at the high wall that had appeared out of nowhere, their expressions shifting from fear to confusion, and then from confusion to something indescribable.

Someone knelt down.

Some people started to cry.

It's been hundreds of years.

For the first time, Frostwolf City possessed a complete wall sufficient to withstand any threat below the third tier.

This city wall even protected their farmland.

The people who built it did so in less than a minute.

Outside the city walls, on the northern horizon, leaden-gray clouds hung low.

That is the domain of the Winter Lord.

One month from now, the moment of upheaval will arrive.

The fifth-tier Winter Lord will descend, and this third-tier city wall may be no match for him.

But at least for the next month, the scattered and unruly monsters that emerged during the period of upheaval will not pose any threat to Frostwolf City.

And now, under the protection of this third-tier city wall, smoke is rising from the chimneys of Frostwolf City.

Olivia glanced back at the land surrounding Frostwolf City that belonged to her, and she couldn't suppress the smile on her lips.

Soon, the area will be covered with red wheat ears.

Like a sea of ​​fire.

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