Stratholme City is located in the northwest corner of the territory. If it had become the Eastern Plagueland in its original history, it would have been the [Diseased Wood].
The evil plague generator has turned this place into a desperate place on earth.
Twisted and rotten trees, undead creatures wandering everywhere, bat monsters that keep screaming...
Now, this place is called [Happy Forest]!
Of course, McDonald knew that the name had the same name as a place in a certain martial arts novel he knew, but in this life, the forest was called [Happy-forest]!
No one knows whether the name is correct or not. Anyway, under the guidance of the tool man Barsselas, from west to east, there are happy civilians all the way.
"The Duke is really a living saint! He gives you so much salary!"
“In the future, you don’t have to worry about walking at night when going to the market.”
"Bah, this way, I can go back to the village in the evening."
In this world of low productivity, except for the fact that there is no way to rely on a swarm of people to give birth, there is basically strength in numbers.
In just one month since someone gave the order, a 40-kilometer single-lane hard rock road has been connected from Stratholme to the [Northland Watchtower] near the northern part of the territory.
One hundred thousand people are working in three shifts day and night at 18 points in both directions. The efficiency is so exaggerated.
The people were used to hardship, and they usually lived on wild vegetables and black bread. Suddenly they were eating white bread, bacon and mixed vegetable stew. Together with the daily wages of Arathor copper coins, the enthusiasm exploded to 150%.
They don't understand why road construction boosts the economy and why it's just a first-phase project. The immediate benefits are real.
This made the deployment of the army much smoother.
When McDonald passed by with an army of more than 2,000 people, there were cheers along the way.
"Long live His Excellency the Duke of Stratholme!"
"Praise to you, Your Majesty the Duke!"
As we passed by, we saw farmers and supervisors putting down their work and bowing to McDonald's.
Riding on the horse, McDonald smiled brightly - this is all a small amount of money lost!
As if in an illusion, he saw words like [Vault-1-1-1].
As a leader, he decisively instructed the mayor Barcellas: "Along the main road, all trees within 50 yards on the left and right sides have been cut down. You can do whatever you want. I will also build a five-story stone structure every mile along the road."
Lighthouses and night watchmen are arranged in each village. If there are special circumstances, light a brazier to warn!"
"Understood." The tool man was very polite and didn't even ask why.
Labor is cheap these days, and the lord can ask people to serve a month of corvee for free. This is free labor. If someone hadn't spent a lot of money to increase food and pay so-called overtime pay, 5,000 gold coins would not have been spent.
1,000 gold coins is the price of this 40-kilometer one-way road, and the price above is the price of completing the entire four-lane road.
"Any more questions?" McDonald asked seemingly casually while flipping through the account book handed over by the tool man.
"No more, the people were very happy. They shouted, 'Your kindness lights up the whole territory'!" Barcellas rubbed his hands in flattery. He calculated that his performance should be very good.
As everyone knows...
Someone cursed in his heart: Why are you so upright! What about corruption? What about taking bribes? As long as you hide it from the system, I can pretend that you can't see it!
What kind of honest official do you think you are!?
‘Three years to clear the magistrate, one hundred thousand snowflakes and silver.’ Do you understand!?
well!
This tool man can do his job, but it’s hard for me to handle him if he’s so incorruptible!
Barcellas wanted to be the Prime Minister of the Duke's family, but he didn't realize that Mai already wanted to send him to Stormwind City to continue working as a tool after completing the road construction!
…
Horseback riding is a physical activity!
After having the template of the warrior profession, McDonald felt that his strength and endurance had become much stronger. Unfortunately, he was a modern person before time travel. He was naturally very excited when he went to a tourist spot to ride a horse once in a while, but he felt tired after riding for a long time.
The bumps when the horse walked tortured someone's 22-year-old waist, and kept scratching the skin on the inner thighs.
If this hadn't been his first day out of the city, he would have probably already cursed and hid in his specially made carriage.
That's a 'new' carriage equipped with spring shock absorbers and suspension systems!
At this time, Turalyon, who was wearing a priest's robe and with a big war hammer hanging on the side of his saddle, came over and said, "Your Excellency, our scouting force is still under-recruited."
McDonald frowned, glanced at the secret weapons wrapped tightly in cloth on the rear carriage, and whispered: "Can't find the Orion?"
"No, it's mainly because I'm afraid of death."
Turalyon shook his beard and explained: Of course, the Stratholme family has its own scout troops. The problem is that the quality is there. If it is a war against humans, it is okay to fight a 50-50 split with neighboring countries.
The Troll Shadowhunter with its fantasy version of optical camouflage is not enough.
There are many talented people among the people, but it still depends on whether they have the life to receive the reward. After all, if they miss, they will be eaten alive by the opponent. This fear scares away many people.
Even in the current scout team, no one dares to back out because they signed the contract of betrayal early.
McDonald sighed: "It would be great if there were high elf ranger troops."
Turalyon smiled in apology: "We have never had a good relationship with the high elves. Those long ears look down on us."
This is the truth. The high-elf nobles with the Master as the core have always disliked human beings. If they had not been overwhelmed by the trolls back then, how could the unbearable high elves ask humans to unite at the expense of teaching the secrets of magic to humans?
?
Without the common enemy of trolls, how could the high elf maintain peace with humans for so many years according to his temper?
The fight has started already!
McDonald rubbed his eyebrows: "Yeah! Don't expect elf rangers or anything like that. Suddenly an elf hero comes to help us remove the troll's secret whistle? Impossible! Unless it's pie in the sky!"
I don’t know if Mr. Mai has a B number in his heart, but his mouth feels like it has been enlightened.
At this moment, Dajun was walking on the stone road in the forest. On the treetops high above his head, a mysterious woman in a cloak was happily swinging her perfect long legs that a pair of supermodels would envy and hate.
leg.
Most of the mysterious man's face was covered by a hood, with only a delicate little mouth exposed, and he was eating a "pork liver pie" that came to him.
This delicacy, made from the liver of the Bloodtusk Boar and sweetened with spices, has only recently been introduced to Stratholme. Without those gryphon knight takeout boys in blue suits, the people of Stratholme would never be able to eat anything.
miss a meal.
Originally, the mysterious person was just out of curiosity. When she suddenly heard McDonald's words, she hesitated for a second when she saw the half-eaten pie in her hand, and finally the corners of her mouth turned up in a charming arc.
She loosened her hand and whispered: "Hello! Your Excellency, this is my greeting."
"Snapped!"
McDonald, who was speaking with gestures, suddenly found a half-eaten pie on his open palm...
