Chapter 8: Starting The Grind.
Alia’s words had barely faded when Elias gave a small nod.
"I see. Transfer it to me," he said simply. He needed the report.
The moment the words left his mouth, he felt it—a sudden rush of information bursting into his mind. It came quickly and settled just as fast, leaving him blinking as he furrowed his brows and began to process it.
Just as he suspected, there wasn’t much there to begin with.
The territory had only just gotten a Lord about three days ago, so as expected, there were no other inhabitants besides himself.
Vael wasn’t listed as a resident of the territory by Alia, but that made sense—Vael was a summon. His summon. That meant he was a personal force under Elias’s command, not technically part of the territory itself.
Besides the population details, the report also included other basic information like the territory’s size and its sad list of resources.
Two square kilometers—that was the full stretch of his domain.
And for resources? The list was painfully short, limited to just two sources, with one being timber wood.
There were currently seven timber trees within the area of his territory. Well, originally there had been eight, but one had been chopped down by the previous owner of this body to build the small shack Elias woke up in. Now only seven remained.
As for the second notable resource, it was the Ashveil Grass—that absurdly tall grass surrounding them.