【Main Building (upgraded and renovated)】

Adam passed through the charcoal artwork, and the whole curve was very heroic.

He planned to knock down several collapsed stone houses around him and build a brand new residence on the basis of retaining the main building.

The lord paced slowly, and began to measure the width of the bedroom based on the small map and the actual boundaries. He would occasionally stamp his feet to see how high the roof this soil and foundation could withstand.

When he walked through the entire "corridor", he picked up his arms and outlined the study on the second floor in the air.

The design style of the Grand Man's shady back was completely abandoned, and the floor-to-ceiling windows will extend out of the suspended wooden platform.

It can not only receive the morning light, but also miss the sunset.

Walking out from the bookshelf filled with wood fragrance, leaning lazily against the railing, the entire stronghold was in sight, sliding down layer by layer like steps.

Pour coffee or tea and drink this peace.

"Tsk, it's really good."

Adam was relaxed and happy, and picked up the wooden board and continued to add details with a charcoal pen.

When he compared the small map to trace it, he noticed that someone was approaching him.

"Salute to you, Lord Lord."

Sean bent down frankly, then raised his proud head, his face full of exaggeration, but his eyes were no longer so impetuous.

"Well, it seems that the rest is pretty good. Can you give me some advice?"

"The honor is so great, let me see...

Oh, the exquisite house is indeed very reasonable. The area of ​​this high ground is limited, so it is impossible to erect a palace."

He pushed the frame and narrowed his eyes.

Holding up the wooden board with both hands, like a painter who appreciates manuscripts, analyzing the profound meaning contained in each stroke.

"Impossible, sir."

"but?"

Adam kneaded the charcoal pen, questioned, and took the lead in walking towards the main building room.

Sean raised his heel behind, and his bosses used to ask for advice.

After several "temptations", I truly realized that the other party is just looking forward to a very high-level compliment, not really caring about your unique insights.

But now, he will speak boldly.

"Sir, we lack stones now. If the reconstruction begins immediately, then the respected lord can only commit himself in the wooden house. This is extremely rude!"

Adam nodded in agreement, and the two of them took a simple seat.

"You're right, so I plan to outline the frame with the oak tree core first, and then slowly build my own elegant stone building."

After he finished speaking, he patted Sean on the shoulder and took him to the windowsill. Below, half of the grass was a cliff, and the entire highland was cut off here.

"I'm going to dig a ventilated wine cellar below, rest assured that the foundation and load-bearing will be considered. The forest has begun to be cut down, and the wood is hanging up to make a frame.

That place will be empty and planted with lawns and flowers. The spiral stone staircase will pass through the door of the wine cellar, reaching the ground, and opening a dinner party in the courtyard, and those present are trustworthy guys."

Sean pursed his lips, raised his eyebrows and nodded.

Adam noticed a little subtle, and although this was also calculated, he spread his palms towards the slightly undulating forest area.

"What do you think?"

Sean looked gloomy and seemed a little confused.

He adjusted his expression and plucked up the courage to say seriously.

"Sir, I shallowly believe that this room lacks some elegance. You must be a lord with great ambitions, build an empire that can go hand in hand with those sluts, gently press your palms on the throne, and the sword will give you everything!"

The little man spoke in a daze.

"Mr. Adam, you have to establish authority. These people can sneer at me, but they must be in awe of you. Can the warm scene of a bonfire picnic be comparable to a palace feast?"

Sean's eyes were red, and I don't know if he had any words.

But it is very likely that he has always kept this idea in his heart for the past ten years.

He gritted his teeth, his words became more and more extreme, with occasional roars.

"Subjects must bow to your feet and unconditionally offer their loyalty and life. You can no longer treat everyone as you are now, you will, you will…"

Sean hung his head and couldn't help but breathe, as if his spine had been removed.

[While followers have talent, their emotions are also very strong, and contradictory opinions will lead to their loyalty being reduced.]

Adam did not go to support him, but returned to the chair.

He raised his legs, revealing the confidence and arrogance of a casino dealer.

"I have to be a king, spend decades of forging the next Anton Weisen, and then turn into a white-haired mixed ball, holding the treasure tightly like a dragon and dying."

Adam's tone was stable and his eyes were deep, and he was completely different from the lively young man who had just looked forward to the future.

"Sorry, sir, I just think..."

"You just think I'm too naive and afraid that I will be content with my eyes and lose my ambition and motivation."

He frowned slightly, and the air would be heavier.

"Shawn, I have no memories to learn from, so I have to give all my thoughts and wishes. I hope the stronghold will be free and that the disappointing things will not appear here.

This is not a reason to slack off, but rather it will be a challenging road.

How much does it take to maintain a stable and peaceful life? I can’t do it, so I need you, the army, and the stronger power!”

Adam sighed deeply, and his shoulders felt heavy.

But he still straightened his body and said to the subordinate who was in deep thought.

"I'm a naive idealist, hehe, maybe I'm crazy.

But, Sean, I'll ask you..."

The other party raised his head, his expression was complicated, and his heart was quite entangled.

"If you don't even want to bet on your life and will only complain and pour out your incompetent anger, how can you prove that this future does not exist?

If you don't work hard...

How can you deserve the life you want?"

Sean's eyes were filled with radiance, and there was some thought in his heart, and he was already ready to move in Tygonda.

After a long time, he took a deep breath.

Clean your hairline and start adjusting your demeanor as usual - pat the dust with your hands and tidy up the edges of your clothes.

"Ahem."

The little man frowned and coughed, and pulled up the wooden bench next to the lord.

I felt something was wrong, so I changed to half-sitting, slightly bent my knees and then folded.

"Sir, I'm so rude. Now let's talk about something else, okay?"

Adam removed that cold look.

"I'll listen."

"Lord, I have some ideas about commissions. I have considered it for a long time. Luca can prove that it is definitely not just me talking to you temporarily."

Sean is quite serious and makes demands on wages. Such people will be thrown out by their employers in other towns.

But his lord was a "madman" and obviously he would listen patiently.

"I will help you allocate finances, for construction or business, you must discuss with me. I will take a commission for all profits. If I earn a thousand golden crows for you, I will take one without hesitation. This is uncontroversial.

I am a Slavic, you know. So according to faith, from today on any reward you give me, I will reward you with something of equal value.

If one day there is a better place to call me, I hope to leave you alive.”

Sean stared at the steel sword. These arrogant words would die without a complete corpse when placed anywhere.

The little man raised his head and his body trembled a little, as if he was a dying man, and he gave his last words.

"I'm serious."

But Adam chuckled.

"Agree with the above, you have my promise."

He got up and pulled open the drawer, and placed the parchment paper and quill on the table.

"Since the negotiation is complete, then start working. I will release the first lord announcement."
Chapter completed!