Chapter 118: humming
Aric thought that the road Ron wanted to build would be something made of stone at least, but he was shocked after a while as he watched the process slowly begin through his window.
Goblins walked through with a thick mixture of cement and water, laying them down smoothly along the path. They made sure that the cement was flat on the ground.
He saw the ogres laying down carefully crafted stone blocks into the ground in a pattern, from one end to the other. They made sure that all the blocks were placed carefully.
They didn’t use any sort of filling in between the blocks, the only thing they did to compact it was the goblins who came behind with sticks that had soft cloth balls tied on them, using them to slowly hit the blocks into the cement underneath.
The goblins that poured the cement worked at the same time as the ogres that laid the stone, moving backward side by side with large wooden racks of blocks tied to their backs.
He watched the construction go on for hours, making the road for the entire village seemed to be far harder than he thought it would be, but it was fine since they focused more on doing it right rather than rushing through it.
Soon enough, night came, and all work had to come to an end. Aric also decided to rest for the night because when the sun rose, he would need to leave the town and head into the forest to meet with the wolf tribe.
He didn’t know what to expect when he got there, but he at least hoped that they would be kind enough to hear him out before taking any decisions.
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The warm smell of well-made tea filled the inside of a dimly lit office. The rays of the moon seeped through the window at the side, with flickers of the shadows of the men standing guards outside there.
The office was simple yet well-arranged, a coffee brown table sat at the center. A stack of books stood on the table, along with a teapot, and at the other side of the table was a man seated casually, leaning back on the well-crafted leather chair. His fingers ran across the ceramic teacup.
His neck-length silver hair flowed down, subtly reflecting the light of the moon. His face was as calm as the night breeze.