Lord of the Oasis

A group of people walked past the staff quarters and the warehouse where the coal was stored. Finally, they arrived at the coal production site.

Kant stood on the high ground and looked down at the entire mine.

All the workers were busy moving in and out. Some were responsible for mining with machines, some were responsible for measuring, and some were responsible for carrying.

“Based on the results so far, what is the annual output of this coal mine?” Kant asked Kloritz.

“About 1,200 tons. This is an estimate based on the premise of mitigating the geological damage caused by coal mining,” Kloritz replied.

“Yes, for our current technical level, this output is indeed astonishing.” Kant could not help but nod his head and comment, “Then the quality of the coal produced, what is the result of your inspection?”

“We brought samples from the coal bunker.” Kloritz handed Kant a pair of worker’s gloves, and then the subordinate behind him pushed out a small basket of mine coal.

After Kant put on the gloves, Kloritz moved the coal basket forward, and while introducing it to Kant’s warrior, he said, “This is the mined coal that has been filtered by the factory and stored in the warehouse.”

Kant weighed a piece of coal and carefully observed it. From the appearance, the quality of the coal was indeed not bad. It was bright black, and under the natural light, it was wrapped in a layer of luster. The degree of coal melting was relatively deep. Kant broke a small piece of it and rubbed it on a piece of wood, crushing it into powder. When he saw that the scratches on the wood were also dark gray, he let out a sigh of relief.

He stood up and said to Kloritz, “Conquering the Undead Kingdom has brought many unexpected benefits. If you have more detailed reports, you don’t have to let me read them. If you need people to take charge, I will ask Drondheim to send people to assist you.”

“Thank you, Lord,” Kloritz bowed and replied.

Then, the group walked down the highland.

Kloritz walked in front of the group and led Kant and the others to browse through the operation sequence of the entire assembly line in the coal mining factory.

It was not until late in the evening that the group of people walked out of the factory.

They boarded the carriage and returned to Durandal.

“Today’s work will be over,” Kant said to Kloritz as he stood in front of the residential building where he was resting.

“Lord, please go back and rest well. I’ll take my leave first.” Feeling the weariness in Kant’s words, Kloritz took the initiative to say goodbye.

“Yes, you too. You’ve worked hard,” Kant replied.

The two of them said goodbye to each other. Kloritz watched Kant walk into the building and then turned to leave.

Kant returned to his room and saw a large pile of documents on the round table in the living room.

It seemed that the messenger had brought them from Drondheim.

Kant walked to the chair beside the table and sat down.

When he came to Durandal, his schedule for the whole day was even more packed.

Kant picked up the document that was placed at the top and began to read it.

“Knock, knock.” There was a knock on the door.

“Please come in,” Kant said without raising his head.

Until he heard footsteps approaching in front of him, Kant raised his head and looked at the other party.

The official messenger stood in front of him and greeted, “Lord, you’re back.”

“Yes. Did you send these today?” Kant glanced at the document on the table and asked.

“Yes. This is the document that arrived in the Senate Hall within a week from the day you left for Durandal, Lord,” the messenger explained softly.

“Yes, there are indeed quite a few.” Kant said with a headache, “Then when are you going back?”

“I originally wanted to go back tonight, but the road conditions in the desert have been worsening recently. I could only stay and ask the soldiers by the city wall. They told me that the weather will improve tomorrow, so I plan to go back tomorrow night,” the messenger replied carefully.

“Well, then I’ll give you the corrected copy before you leave tomorrow night,” Kant pinched the bridge of his nose and said thoughtfully.

When the messenger heard Kant’s words, he looked at the small mountain of documents on the table. He couldn’t help but reveal a look of shock. However, he had been by Kant’s side for a long time, so he understood Kant’s temper. After a moment of silence, he hesitated and said, “Lord, isn’t it too rushed?”

“It’s fine. The ministers who submitted the report are probably also a little anxious from waiting for a reply. In order to resolve it as soon as possible, we still have to quickly correct it and bring it back to them,” Kant shook his head and said.

“Alright then.” The messenger’s eyes were slightly worried as he agreed, “Then I’ll go and make a pot of tea for you, Lord.”

After saying that, he bowed and left Kant’s room.

Kant took out ink and began to carefully review the documents he had read.

He did not even notice the messenger knocking on the door. Sensing Kant’s concentration, the messenger carefully put down the teapot and left with the door closed.

“Lord Messenger, has the Lord not rested yet?” When the messenger walked to the first floor, one of the attendants sitting in the hall, who was chatting idly, took the initiative to talk to him.

“The Lord probably won’t sleep tonight. Are you in charge of keeping watch?” the messenger replied.

“Yes, it’s our turn to stand guard today. It’s quite boring,” the attendant who had spoken earlier replied after being questioned.

“Is the Lord busy dealing with the government affairs sent from Drondheim? It’s really hard work.” The attendant sitting on the other side said with a sigh.

“The Lord has been on the road for a whole day and is now in his room to approve the documents. You two stay in the hall on the first floor quietly and don’t disturb the Lord,” ordered the messenger.

“Yes!” replied the two soldiers.

The messenger nodded and walked back to his room on the second floor to rest.

At noon the next day, after feeding the camels with food and water, the messenger walked into the residential building.

The weather was great today. According to the soldiers of the city tower, the storm in the desert had finally calmed down, and the visibility was several times better than last night.

The messenger walked to the stairs on the third floor and was about to report to Kant that his departure time was about to be advanced.

But he happened to meet Kant, who was going out with a pile of documents.

“Well, you are here?” Kant asked. He was about to hand over the documents that had been approved.

The messenger saw the slightly haggard lord and replied, “I’m here to report the departure time to you, Lord.”

“Are you going to set off? Coincidentally, I can pass these directly to you. Be careful on the way,” Kant said as he handed the documents in his arms to the messenger across from him.

“Ah, thank you for your hard work, Lord,” the messenger thanked him.

Kant smiled and shook his head. He turned his head to look out of the window by the corridor and said, “The weather today is really good.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and went back to his room.

Perhaps he was so sleepy that he couldn’t take it anymore. The messenger thought as he stood on the spot with his arms full of documents.