Reincarnated Realist In Another World
"They say that no man is an island, but an island can be conquered by man." Grant Maximilian, a wealthy man who owned the wealthiest corporate giant in the present world had died. And as he thought it was the end, he had woken up in a small run-down mansion, waking up from a fever, surrounded by maids. He had been reborn, however his name remained the same. As the heir to the doomed-land of Hellsburg, he will now begin to create his kingdom from scratch. [ Hello there! I'll be now update this novel st least twice a week due to my other book "Daily Life Of A Third Wheeler". Check it out as well! Thank you!]
Deal Maker
Ashira: [Are you perhaps... the Lord of Hellsburg? The rumored rising city in a tundra? The man who raised a city from ruins into undeniably a capital!?]
Grantt: [Maybe you can dial down the exaggeration a bit. We aren't that... all well established.]
Ashira: [Well, regardless. It must be the city where it rains. People have been seeing clouds from around Hellsburg at such certain times that it became a routine for them to prepare and even dig out a trench to the river for when the rain comes.]
Unknown to them, the people from far had always been observing the rain and where it goes after it is then let by Maximilian go to wherever the wind takes.
As the southern wind only goes back and down to Hellsburg, the wind usually will go up and that is generally the direction the rain clouds would go, giving the villages up there a chance to gather water.