Chapter 46: The Dwarves’ Reverence
[End of Turn One! You dispatched adventurers-turned-regulars to stealthily and efficiently explore the eastern mountains, but found nothing—not even subjects of the eastern Lord.]
Seeing this, Romon decisively reset and restarted the simulation.
The areas he targeted on the map were already at the furthest extent Thune Territory’s forces could reach. Since nothing valuable could be found even within this range, there was no point in continuing to probe further. Even if they did discover something, Thune Territory’s military couldn’t break through the eastern Lord’s armies anyway—it would just make them covet what they couldn’t have.
So—
He quickly switched directions and chose the fourth expansion route.
On the map, the southern marshland was a filthy place bubbling with green froth. Everyone living nearby knew there was nothing there—not even trees remained. The soil was laced with toxins and couldn’t be farmed.
Romon wasn’t expecting to find mineral wealth—he just hoped there might be some powerful monster lurking in the poisonous marsh. If he could tame one, it would count as a boost to Thune Territory’s military strength. Besides, since the marsh was unclaimed, he wouldn’t have to spend money or fight anyone for it.
"Poison Marsh—explore!" Romon ordered in his mind.
[End of Turn One! Despite repeated warnings from your advisors, you stubbornly insisted on exploring the poison marsh. During the very first expedition, someone was unfortunately poisoned, and most of their skin withered. News of this spread, causing your prestige to drop. But that night, a mysterious potion appeared on your desk—its design unlike anything sold in local shops.]
"Hm? This could be something!" Romon’s eyes lit up; this kind of simulation result clearly hinted at something valuable.
Ignoring the loss of prestige, he ordered further exploration.