Viscount of Olson.

Four days had passed, and Alaric had already begun building the road that would lead from the mining ground to the barony.

Thanks to the numerous pieces of equipment he had made in replacement of the plate compactor, the workers were able to work twice as fast.

Everything he needed was ready, from the gravel to the cornerstone. With only a week left, Alaric began to speed things up.

"Keep going! Come on! Put your back into it!"

Alaric yelled from the back, watching as each worker used all their might to pick up the homemade plate compactor and slam it on the ground to flatten it.

If anything, swinging the compactor took so much of their strength that building the road itself felt easier.

Alaric knew this... but...

"I'm gonna die!"

A worker cried as he collapsed to the ground, panting heavily while sweating like a dying goat.

"My fingers are numb... please... I NEED WATER..."