Chapter 679: The Journey to the Freshwater Lake

The next morning, after Kant had breakfast.

A familiar carriage stopped in front of the residential building. Kant walked out of the door and saw Adonis, who was dressed in plain clothes, sitting in the seat of the original coachman.

When Adonis saw Kant, he immediately got off the carriage and bowed. "Good morning, Lord."

"Why were you alone in the carriage? Where is Kloritz?" Kant asked.

"Captain Kloritz's leg was accidentally injured. The Freshwater Lake is closer to the coal mine that we went to the day before yesterday. I will lead the way for you, Lord," Adonis replied.

"Then I am the only one who can sit in your carriage." Kant smiled and waved his hand. He dismissed the guards who were following him. "But this is also quite good. It is easy to travel light."

Adonis nodded and helped Kant into the carriage.

Along the way, Adonis would occasionally talk to Kant, who was sitting in the carriage, and ask him about the recent situation of Bunduk and the others, as well as the details of the battle at the border of the Elf Kingdom. He had not returned to Drondheim for three months, and a lot of the news was scattered. He was not very clear about the situation in Drondheim.

"Do you want to go back?" Kant asked.

"Yes, I do. I wanted to go back after staying here for less than a month. But now that I have stayed here for four months, I don't think about it anymore," Adonis replied.

"Because of the war, the main city did not have enough people, so I did not gather the troops to replace you. In fact, I should have let you go back to rest a long time ago," Kant said. "Do you still have family in Drondheim?"

"Yes, I have a wife and child. My wife would send me letters every half a month. My child is still young. I guess he still doesn't know why I left," Adonis said. "Actually, it's not hard here. Rather than going back, I want my family to come here and take a look."

"Drondheim has a ban on leaving the city. This matter will fall through," Kant said.

The wind and sand were getting stronger and stronger. Even if they were less than a meter apart, they still had to shout to hear each other's words.

"That's a pity," Adonis said.

If it was possible, he would rather bring his family to stay here. However, his wife and children probably wouldn't be willing. After all, the bustling life of Drondheim always seemed to be attractive.

The two of them spent a lot of time chatting as they walked. When they reached the side of Half Moon Lake, the strong wind gradually weakened.

So Kant stood by the lake and carefully looked at the appearance of Half Moon Lake.

The surface of the lake was dark blue, between two dunes. As his vision extended, Kant estimated that this Freshwater Lake was about ten square kilometers.

It was indeed quite rare.

The undead that lived here before probably did not pay much attention to the water source like the elves did.

It allowed it to develop to its present scale naturally.

The more Kant thought about it, the more he felt that this original Undead City was a treasure.

Kant squatted down and probed the lake water by the shore. The lake water was cool and refreshing. When it was near the surface of the water, there seemed to be a breeze blowing by.

"Lord," Adonis called out to Kant.

Kant stood up, but his figure was a little absent-minded.

"Be careful!" Adonis quickly went forward to support Kant.

"I'm sorry, my body seems to have become a little weak recently." Kant stabilized himself and said to Adonis with a smile.

"Lord, you have to take care of your body," Adonis said worriedly.

Kant nodded and accepted his kindness. Someone turned to look at the surface of the lake. "This lake is really beautiful. It's even more valuable than an oasis in the desert. Durandal is truly lucky to have such resources by its side."

"In a few months, the period of rainfall in the Nahrin Desert will come again," Adonis said.

"Before the period of rainfall comes, we must build a reservoir to store water," Kant came to this conclusion after observing the place on the spot.

"If that's the case, it's true. I forgot about this on the planning paper. I'm really sorry, Lord," Adonis apologized to Kant after thinking about this.

"No rush. You can't handle this with the manpower in the city," Kant replied. "After staying here for two days, I feel that it's much more complicated than I imagined to build Durandal into a typical industrial city."

At least, several problems needed to be solved with a lot of manpower.

"I really want to solve all these problems before the founding of the country." Kant thought silently in his heart.

On the way back, Adonis' speed in driving the carriage was much slower than before.

Firstly, the fierce wind in the desert had stopped, and secondly, considering Kant's physical condition, he didn't want to cause any discomfort to Kant while traveling.

Kant sat in the carriage for a while and felt that it was a little stuffy inside.

He walked out and sat beside the carriage driver's seat.

He looked at the scenery of the desert.

In the end, he found a group of wandering jackalans on the horizon in the distance.

Kant could not help but frown. He thought to himself and asked Adonis, "Did the soldiers guarding the city not find anything?"

"It's quite common for other races to be wandering outside like this. However, they don't seem to dare to get close to Durandal. I don't know if they are afraid of the undead or the soldiers under Bunduk's command," Adonis replied.

The soldiers led by Adonis were responsible for patrolling the city and the border.

So far, they had not been attacked by these wandering races.

Kant heard what Adonis said and nodded. "However, you still have to be careful. The security guard tower hasn't been completed yet. The only ones guarding this city are the soldiers stationed here."

"Yes!" Adonis replied loudly.

When Kant looked in the direction he had just been, the group of jackalans had disappeared.

In the evening, Adonis' carriage arrived at the gate of the residential building.

After saying goodbye to Kant, Adonis continued to drive the carriage to the military camp. He still had a lot of military affairs to settle.

Kant went back to his room after dinner.

He began to write down what he had seen and felt in the last few days.

He drew a circle of resources on the paper, trying to figure out what to do with the resources he had at hand when he returned to Drondheim.

After all, the investment required for each project is connected.

He had to distinguish the steps in order to properly distribute the resources.

Until late at night, Kant was still sitting at the table, making plans for the future Durandal. A pile of discarded paper was piled up beside his elbow.