"Not many, Your Highness. There will only be two or three such monsters in each Evil Moon. Otherwise, Longsong Fortress will be in big trouble."
"Very good, you observe very carefully," Roland ordered the hunter to stand up. "What's your name? You don't look like a Graycastle person."
"I am half Mokin. People in the town call me Iron Axe."
Mokin, a sand dweller in the desert southwest of the kingdom, is said to be a descendant of sand giants. Roland searched for relevant memories in his mind. He did not use the name of the clan, but the title, obviously not wanting to be associated with the sand dwellers anymore. As for why he came to this remote place from the southwest border, there must be a series of sad stories.
But those are not the main points. The border town does not care about origin.
Roland clapped his hands, "That's all for today. Carter, reward them each with ten silver wolves and take them down."
"Thank you for the reward, Your Highness," the three said in unison.
After taking the people away, Cartranis turned back, "Your Highness, you ask these questions, do you want to stay here?"
Roland did not comment, "What do you think?"
"This is absolutely impossible, Your Highness!" The knight said loudly, "According to the hunter, the evil beasts of the wild boar species alone are difficult to deal with. If a crossbow cannot penetrate them at a distance of fifty steps, you have to wait until forty or thirty steps before shooting again. Only the elite soldiers of the fortress can do this. In addition, there are so many of them, and there is no solid wall to rely on. If the local guards are the only ones to stop them, I am afraid that they will collapse if more than 10% of the casualties are caused."
"You said the same thing before meeting the witch. Can't we think positively about everything?" Roland sighed.
"This... Although the witch is evil, Anna... Miss Anna does not seem to be like that. As your knight, I must seek truth from facts."
"Really? What if I give you a wall?"
"What?" Carter suspected that he had heard it wrong.
"I'll give you a wall, right between the foot of the northern slope and the Redwater River," Roland said word by word, "Although it's not as majestic as the wall of the Graycastle royal city, it should still be able to stop the monsters."
"Your Highness, do you know what you are talking about?" The knight laughed angrily, "There must be a limit to fooling around. If you don't leave by then, you can only forgive me for being rude."
"There are still three months, right? I've read the records in the past, and the first snow here usually comes at the end of February after the beginning of winter."
"Three years is not enough! Building a city wall requires a large number of workers, starting from the foundation with tamped mixed soil. Every one to two feet of filling needs to be tamped, otherwise the pile will be in danger of collapse. This is still the simplest earth wall," Carter shook his head repeatedly, "brick and stone walls are even slower, requiring hundreds of stonemasons to chisel the stones into squares in advance and then build them up one by one. Your Highness, any city wall is built in this way, without exception. Letting a city rise from the ground overnight is a story that only exists in myths and legends."
Roland motioned him not to say anything more, "I understand. You don't have to draw conclusions so quickly. If there is no reliable city wall by then, I will evacuate to Longsong Fortress with you. I don't plan to lose my life in this damn place."
The knight knelt on one knee and said, "I will protect you until my death!"
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In the castle garden, Roland took a sip of bitter beer and looked at Anna who was concentrating on eating cream cakes. His mood recovered a lot.
He had decided to stop the evil beast in the border town. If he couldn't even defend the base camp, how could he talk about farming? If he wanted to build a wall connecting the North Slope and the Red Water River within three months, he had to adopt a reasonable plan and cross-era technology.
Roland's idea was not sudden. He had checked the surroundings of the border town (although he didn't go there in person). He still had a clear picture in his memory. The foot of the North Slope and the Red Water River were only more than 600 meters away at the closest point. It was simply a natural pass. The North Slope mine cave was mined all year round, and the surrounding area was full of rock strata mined from the cave.
The cross-section of these gravels was grayish white, rich in calcium carbonate, and could be used as limestone after grinding. With limestone, it was equivalent to cement.
That's right, this hydraulic material that changed the history of human construction has a wide source of raw materials and is simple to prepare. It is one of the best tools for farming.
Roland estimated in his mind that he had given up on making concrete. It was not because it was technically impossible, but because the amount of cement needed was too large. He was not sure that he could calcine so much cement powder in three months. In addition, concrete had poor toughness and needed to be used with steel bars to become a complete body. Therefore, it was obviously not realistic to make a concrete wall.
To save cement to the maximum extent and to use existing materials, the rough stone self-weight wall was the most appropriate choice.
The so-called rough stone is unpolished stone, which has the natural appearance when it was just mined. Such stones cannot be built directly because of their irregular edges and corners. They need to be processed into bricks by stonemasons before they can be used. The rough stone wall uses cement as a binder. No matter how strange the shape of the stone is, it can be piled up. The gaps between the stones are filled with cement, which saves cement and is not picky about materials.
The general direction has been decided, but in actual implementation, I am afraid I will have to do it myself, Roland thought. Whether it is calcining cement or building a rough stone wall, it is a brand new thing. No one except me has seen these things, and no one knows how to make them. I'm afraid I'll be busy for the next three months.
"Look."
Anna's crisp voice came from behind.
Roland turned his head and saw a small cluster of flames quietly appearing in her palm. There was no wind around, but the tip of the flame rose and fell, as if nodding to her. She shook her finger, and the flame moved slowly to the tip of her finger like a toddler. Finally, it stayed at the tip of the index finger and calmed down.
"You did it."
Roland admired the incredible scene in his heart. This is not a magic trick, nor a chemical trick, but a real supernatural power. But this is not the most attractive thing to Roland - more dazzling than the flame is Anna's expression.
She stared at her fingertips intently, and her eyes as clear as lake water reflected the leaping flames, like a spirit sealed in a sapphire. The traces of torture left on her by the prison have faded. Although she still rarely smiles, her face is no longer lifeless. The tip of the girl's nose was dripping with sweat, and her rosy cheeks exuded vitality, which made people feel happy even when they looked at her.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Ah... It's nothing," Roland realized that he had been staring at her for too long. He looked away and coughed twice, "Then try to use it to melt the iron block."
In the past few days, except for eating and sleeping, she would practice repeatedly in the shed. Her hard work made Roland ashamed - even when facing the college entrance examination, he had never worked so hard.
It seems that it won't be long before she can master this power, Roland thought. In this way, the new project that he had been conceiving for a long time can also be put on the agenda.
At night, in Anna's room, lying on the bed, Anna recalled the training during the day. Anna certainly found that Roland had been staring at her for a long time, and she was a little happy in her heart. In the days since she came to the castle, she found that this prince was not as incompetent and unbearable as everyone had said before. Although he would secretly look at her, with his status, he could just pull her to the bed directly, instead of providing for her like now.
Moreover, Anna could sense that Roland did not regard her as a lowly person, but really regarded her as an important person. Yes, an important person. Whether it was caring about her food and accommodation, or accompanying her in strength training, she could feel Roland's attention to her. It was an experience she had never had before. Even though the training was very painful, Roland was always by her side. He would help her wipe the sweat. Every time Anna thought of this, she always felt hot all over. She felt that she might have fallen in love with Roland.
Anna recalled the way Roland blushed and avoided her gaze during the day. Her palm slowly went deep into her panties. Her slender fingers slid into the wet honey hole and slowly stirred in the hot passage.
I have forgotten when I started masturbating. The opportunity may be the first day of training. She was naked in front of Roland and trained her ability. Roland's eyes wandered around her sensitive parts. Anna felt that Roland's eyes were like invisible tentacles touching her skin. The buds on her chest and the clitoris wrapped by the honey lips in her lower body also stood up unconsciously. Sticky silver threads oozed out from the depths of her honey hole. Anna had to endure the itch in her lower body and tried to stay calm. She focused her attention on controlling the power running wild in her body. Fortunately, she was covered in sweat during training and Roland didn't notice anything wrong with her body. Otherwise, Anna would really be too embarrassed to see His Royal Highness.
Since that night in the cell, during the rape, except for the pain of losing her virginity for the first time, the intense pleasure replaced the pain and occupied Anna's mind. This made Anna wonder if she was a born slut. However, the continuous leakage of vaginal fluid also gave Anna the best protection during the subsequent rape by the jailer. Her throat quickly adapted to the size of the penis and no longer had an excessive stress response, so that she would not be choked to death by semen.
Heavy breathing mixed with suppressed gasps sounded in the quilt. Anna imagined the prince's face, imagined the prince's hands grasping her jade breasts, imagined the prince's cheeks pressed against her lower abdomen, imagined the prince's big hands gently opening her weak legs, imagined the prince's penis pressing against the muddy center of her flower, imagined the prince driving straight in and galloping inside her body, imagined the prince deeply entering her, the huge glans knocking on the door of her uterus, the hungry uterus tightly sucking the prince's glans, imagined the penis in her body trembling and shooting out streams of semen, imagined another swollen penis penetrating her small mouth and shooting hot semen through her throat. If
one finger is not thick enough, then two, it's not enough! The third one! Anna used three fingers to stir her vagina, but she couldn't reach the deepest part. Finally, Anna bit the quilt with her mouth, grasped her breasts with one hand, and kneaded her clitoris, which had swelled to the size of a bean with the other hand, and then she reached a not-so-thorough climax.
Anna was sweating profusely and panting. The fantasy in her mind during the climax was still flashing back from time to time. Anna didn't expect that at the peak of the climax, the memory fixed in her mind was the scene of being raped by the jailer that night. The strong stimulation of being penetrated and ejaculated at the same time was firmly imprinted in her mind.
"If it was the prince at that time, how great it would be. If it was two princes, how wonderful it would be." Anna thought to herself, feeling the unusually active magic in her body (named by Roland), Anna took off her already wet underwear and threw it on the ground. She didn't have the strength to change into new underwear, so she just hugged the quilt and fell asleep.
In the early morning, the sun shines through the layers of branches and leaves, gently casting on the wool carpet. The crisp bird song exudes endless joy, as if celebrating the arrival of a new day. Busy footsteps can be heard from the corridor. The maids have already started their day's work. The quiet castle gradually becomes lively. Anna's door is gently opened, and a maid walks in quietly. She takes away Anna's clothes and the underwear on the ground, then puts on a set of clean clothes and quietly leaves the room.
Anna opened her pale blue eyes and felt the magic power surging in her body, which seemed to have grown a little. Anna actually had some doubts about the growth of her own magic power. Since she awakened, until her ability was exposed, her overall magic power had hardly increased. In the days when she wore the God's Punishment Stone, because the magic power in her body was completely restrained, she could not clearly feel the growth of magic power. But after His Royal Highness took off his God's Punishment Stone, Anna was surprised to find that her own magic power had increased by almost double, and her own feeling and control over magic power had also increased a lot. You should know that before, her use of this magic power was limited to the outburst when she was emotionally excited. Then, during this period of training, the magic power did not increase much every day, but it was still increasing slowly, and her control over magic power was also increasing day by day.
Anna asked Roland for the God's Punishment Stone. Although Roland felt strange, he gave it to her with confidence after hearing Anna's explanation that she wanted to do an experiment. After wearing the God's Stone of Retribution for a night, Anna took it off again, but she did not find any increase in her magic power and control. Anna was also very puzzled about this, but there was no doubt that the daily training was effective.
"Anna, you have to work hard, you can't let His Royal Highness down!" Anna whispered to herself.
The new day of training continued.
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