Inheritor's Fortune

Finding a suitable spot, Kent reached into his robes and produced a small, thumb-sized castle—a treasure he had acquired at the auction the previous day. He walked a few paces ahead and, with a confident flick of his wrist, tossed the tiny castle onto the ground. As it landed, he muttered the incantation he had memorized.

A pulse of energy rippled through the air, and before their eyes, the small token expanded rapidly, unfolding into a magnificent half-mile-long castle. Towers and walls sprang up, complete with battlements, gates, and all the necessary facilities. The sight left Fatty and Tata Lan in awe.

The castle was a marvel, its stone walls gleaming under the sun. It had expansive courtyards, lush gardens, and elegant chambers—an oasis of grandeur amidst the desolate landscape. Kent smiled, pleased with the result.

"Let's get settled," Porus said, his voice low and filled with satisfaction. "We have preparations to make."