"Your Grace, Haimodin mentioned a minor issue, adjustments are still needed," Duvalon climbed the tower steps.
"How long will it take?"
"At most a quarter of an hour."
"Alright, let's wait a bit longer then."
The cold wind swept dry grass around his ankles. Standing on the 10-meter high wooden tower, Horn picked up a withered blade of grass from the railing.
Time really flies. It felt like a blink of an eye, and it was already December, moving from mid-1444 to the end of 1448.
As December came, everything turned cold, and frost began to form on the grasslands.
The surface of the distant Ibe River finally entered the dry season of winter.
If it weren't for the remnants left by the riverbanks, no one would have thought that just three months ago, a flood had broken out.
Since the flood regulation was completely finished half a month ago, the soaked lands of Shangruifo County finally revealed their black fertile soil.
