Lord of the Oasis

After Kant returned to his room, he collapsed on the bed.

He slept until the next morning.

Because he did not make an appointment with Kloritz in advance, he did not have any plans for the day.

After Kant had a good night’s rest, he went out alone with a full spirit.

Not far from the residential building was the old palace of the Undead Kingdom.

Although it had been demolished into ruins, Kant still wanted to take a look inside.

When he stepped into the entrance of the palace, there were many workers busy with their work, so they did not notice Kant who was shuttling between them.

Kant raised his head and looked around. The stone roof of the palace had been removed by the workers of the renovation team. Because the entire inner wall of the palace was connected, when the roof was destroyed, some of the walls collapsed.

Kant walked into the long corridor that the original expedition team had walked through and arrived at the battlefield of chaos.

The altar in the center of the room had also been torn down, but the open fire platform had been preserved. It seemed that the workers would also come here at night to work.

The ground made of stone bricks with the emblem of the Undead Kingdom was smashed, revealing the soil underground.

Some of the soil was darker as if fresh blood had seeped into the ground.

Kant sighed in his heart, silently praying for the soldiers who had died in battle. He then left the room.

Kant stopped at the door leading to the long corridor, hesitating whether he should go to the dungeon and infirmary that Bunduk had mentioned before.

He gave up after some careful consideration.

He immediately walked out of the palace.

Kant continued to stroll casually on the streets, while he browsed both sides of the street.

On the streets, there were workers in charge of transporting goods. It could be considered quite lively.

Kant followed the flow of people and strolled through the streets, spending the most relaxed time he had in recent times.

He only returned to the residence before dinner time.

He met Kloritz who had come to look for him.

“Hello, Lord,” Klortiz greeted him.

“Yes.” Kant nodded and sat down on a chair in the hall to rest. “When did you come?”

Before he left, he received news from the guards that Kloritz had come to look for him while he was resting. He then asked someone to send a message to Kloritz, saying that they would meet at the residence at dusk.

Kloritz didn’t expect him to arrive so early.

“I haven’t been here for long, and you’ve arrived, Lord,” Kloritz said.

“Then stay and have dinner together. If there’s anything, we can talk about it after dinner,” Kant suggested.

Kloritz nodded in slight surprise. “Thank you, Lord, for the invitation.”

When it was close to dinner time, the number of people coming and going in the hall and the kitchen increased.

Some of the assistants who worked for the chef had to help deliver food to the workers who were working in shifts at the construction site.

Kant led Kloritz to the private room on the second floor of the side hall and sat down. Then, soldiers continuously brought the prepared food from the back kitchen.

This meal was very reserved. Kant had the habit of eating without saying anything, so after he picked up the bowl, he did not speak again.

Kloritz usually ate with the noisy workers in the military camp, but he was not used to this slightly cold atmosphere.

After a few mouthfuls, he put down his bowl and chopsticks. He said to Kant, who was sitting across from him, “I’m done. Lord, enjoy.”

Kant heard the voice and raised his head. After chewing a mouthful of food, he asked, “You ate so quickly? I saw that you didn’t even take any dishes.”

“Well, maybe it’s because I’ve been staying outdoors all day. The weather is too hot, so my appetite isn’t very good,” Kloritz explained with an embarrassed nod.

“Hehe, I guess you’re not used to eating with me,” Kant teased with a smile.

Kloritz shook his head with a smile.

“If I had known earlier, I would have eaten with the soldiers in the lobby on the first floor. That way, it wouldn’t be so awkward,” Kant said as he scooped the soup into his bowl.

“No, no, it’s better to follow the Lord’s habits,” Kloritz hurriedly denied.

Kant smiled and slowly drank the soup in the bowl.

When the soup bowl reached the bottom, he took a napkin and wiped his mouth. He said to Kloritz, “I’m done too. Let’s go to the study and talk.”

The two walked from the second floor to the study of the third-floor suite.

Kant didn’t usually use this room, and the bookshelf was empty.

The fence outside the window contained some flowers and plants with a faint fragrance.

Kant walked to a chair and sat down, motioning for Kloritz to take a seat.

Looking at the gradually darkening sky outside the window, Kant said, “What are your plans for tomorrow?”

“I’ve read the Lord’s notes on the attachment to the manuscript. Perhaps tomorrow we can go to Half Moon Lake to take a look. That’s the only freshwater resource in Durandal,” Kloritz said after thinking for a moment.

“Freshwater resources. Hmm, the problems there are also related to the development of this city,” Kant said.

“Although the underground water resources of Half Moon Lake are indeed abundant, if we want to build an iron smelter in Durandal, it is still a bit tight,” Kloritz said.

“If we want to build an iron smelter in Durandal, the current conditions may not be enough,” Kant commented.

“But if the coal mining industry here wants to develop, it must form an industrial chain,” Kloritz continued Kant’s words.

“This is indeed a bit difficult,” Kant said.

If they wanted to transfer water from the coast thousands of kilometers away from here, it would take a lot of work.

After all, there were a series of uncertain factors such as the terrain, the rock layers along the way, and the processing of the seawater.

Kloritz also roughly guessed Kant’s thoughts.

He had previously thought of transferring water resources from other places, but after a deeper understanding, he realized that the process was not that simple.

Thinking of this, Kloritz also revealed a distressed expression.

“There’s no need to rush the matter of ironmaking. After more information is obtained, we can make a decent conclusion,” Kant finally said.

“Mm.” Kloritz also had no clue and nodded in response.

“Do you think it’s a good time to let the people of Drondheim move over?” Kant asked.

Kloritz thought carefully. “Right now, the population that Durandal can support is indeed up to a standard. However, the city’s infrastructure is still in the construction stage. I guess there will be a shortage in supplies to provide the people if they move in at this time.”

“Recently, the number of people who came to me to petition to move to Durandal has increased. Most of them are the relatives of the soldiers who sacrificed themselves. I really don’t know how to answer them.” After a moment of silence, Kant sighed softly.