Intermission 4

"Sure-sure. Ready to start the day? We've made good progress yesterday. Master said they might not be back for a few weeks, so it would be great to get at least the first building up to a liveable condition. We could then get proper beds and sleep in there instead of the tents too, which would further boost morale."

"Sure, let's begin." She nodded.

Iselda as a lady would take longer to get ready, and as a certified gentleman Ronan would naturally give her the space she needed, so he stepped outside. However, a strange sight welcomed him.

Much to his surprise, one of the labor slaves was already hard at work, hauling building materials from the storage unit to where they were laying the foundations for the servant/slave quarters.

Ronan recognized him easily. After all, he knew all his subordinates by name. He was an eccentric man but his leadership skills were right on the money. He was a charismatic guy who the labor slaves wanted to get along with.