The night settled outside the house, with only a faint red glow left from the furnace.
Louis sat at the desk, flipping through the thick workshop daily report and labor list.
Now that two-thirds of the mountain road has been repaired, the transportation line is open, and soon most of the laborers will be idle. We can put these people to use.
"Once the mountain road is completed, we can use this manpower for other tasks, and if such a large group of people is jobless, it will cause problems."
Louis took out a new parchment, pressed it flat on the table, and paused with the ink pen between his fingers before he began to write.
The clean draft gradually took shape on the paper, showing the circular fortress outer wall, the positions of the four towers, facing the main street and square.
These are images he has been envisioning in his mind for a long time.
A gentle sound came from the doorway, and Louis turned to look.
