It was already night. Lanterns glowed softly across the camp, casting warm light over the tents and walkways. Jumba, alongside Captain Monga, moved from tent to tent, delivering food to everyone.Inside a larger tent, Aaron sat with Village Chief Khumba, Torvald, and Rumba, deep in discussion.Khumba leaned forward and asked, "Lord Aaron, so you plan to set up wooden walls around the camp and then begin building houses?"Torvald added with a cautious tone, "Aaron, I don’t mean to dampen your confidence… but building simple mud houses is easy. The problem is the heavy rains, mud won’t last."Khumba nodded thoughtfully.Aaron, calm and composed, replied, "Who said anything about stone houses? I have a better idea.If we can produce bricks, our construction speed and durability will improve. Good-quality bricks can last a hundred years."Torvald and Khumba exchanged confused glances.Torvald said, "We’ll need to test the bricks first. Only then can we decide if they’re suitable for buil

White River City was built along the banks of the White River, a source of water that flowed year-round. Thanks to its abundant freshwater fish and fertile soil, Duke Theodore had opened vast lands for farming, turning the city into a thriving agricultural and trade hub.The city was protected by two layers of defense: the outer city wall and the inner city wall. The inner wall housed nobles and important administrative buildings, while the outer region was home to commoners and slum dwellers. Despite the disparity, the roads were well-maintained and constantly patrolled to uphold law and order. Wide enough for two carriages to pass side by side, these roads bustled with merchants trading goods daily.Inside the castle, Duke Theodore sat in his study, visibly aged and lost in thought. The death of his eldest son had left a deep scar, and now he stared at letters detailing the actions of a man named Aaron. To his shock, Aaron was the same person who had rescued Maria, daughter of Duke

The next day, Aaron stood before the gathered crowd, his voice firm and clear."Everyone, you saw how the wolves attacked last night. But we defended ourselves, thanks to the brave soldiers who protected you. Of course, the highest credit goes to Torvald. And those who contributed will be rewarded."His words stirred mixed reactions.The villagers looked confused, unsure of what kind of reward he meant. Meanwhile, the freed slaves, those Aaron had granted liberty, watched with quiet envy.They whispered among themselves:"Ah, I was rewarded last time too… but I didn’t join the training camp. I’m just a carpenter." "You got a reward? I wonder what Lord Aaron will give this time." "You didn’t know? Lord Aaron always rewards his people." "Only since he came to Green Fort."One man sighed deeply, "If Lord Aaron hadn’t chosen us, we’d still be living a life worse than death. We slaves, forced to work endlessly, barely fed. I heard it from a another slave who was returned after his leg

Aaron’s expression turned sly, "You’re officially enrolled in the training I’ll begin in two weeks. Go register your name with Kelly."Torvald’s face turned pale, "No way, Aaron! You can make me work, but not train!"Aaron’s voice softened, but carried weight, "Torvald, do you think I’ll always be here to protect the village? I’ll need to venture into the Savannah Mountain Range to uncover its secrets. If monsters attack while I’m gone, what will you all do? Training is for your own good."Torvald walked out of Aaron’s tent with a look of despair etched across his face. He knew the training Aaron had planned would be exhausting, and now, there was no escape.He muttered to himself, "Ah, my precious invention time… Only two weeks left. I need to finish crafting the spring and build those magazines before then."Driven by urgency, he rushed to the blacksmith shop,only to find it bustling with people. Toro was at the center, hammering bones that had been heated and cooled repeatedly.To

Aaron stared at the remaining 1500 experience points in his stats. He felt a twinge of helplessness, he’d been too busy to earn more. For a moment, he even considered going fishing again, just to replenish his reserves.Still, he had enough to upgrade one spell to level 5. After some thought, he chose the Healing Spell. Its utility in emergencies was undeniable.Without hesitation, he spent the points.Inside his consciousness, the runes of the Heal spell began to glow brightly. A stream of new information flowed into his mind:> Heal (Lv. 5) (Tier 0) (lv. Max) - Consumes 10 mana points to rapidly heal the targeted area. Accelerates natural regeneration by 10x for 2 minutes.Aaron’s eyes widened. The mana cost had dropped from 30 to 10, a major boost in efficiency.More importantly, he learned that spells were classified by tiers. This was the first time he’d seen such a detail.He murmured to himself, "Increasing regeneration might affect the body’s energy…I’ll need to test this on i