Chapter 2: This must be Lala Fei, right?
“Wait, why can’t we locate the place?”
“Weird, the spot is marked on your map.”
After the carriage driver carried Ron for a while, he couldn’t help but mutter. According to the circle drawn on the map, they should have reached their destination.
“If it’s a town, there’s no reason we should have missed it,” he scratched his head, a bit puzzled. “Something’s not right after going this far.”
Undoubtedly, they crossed the Buried-Alive Plain and entered the Norman Empire’s territory because the driver saw the boundary stone. A few soldiers were guarding the boundary stone, so it’s not fake.
“Look, the territory you mentioned is this area near the boundary marker,” the coachman pointed at the map, confident that he had done everything right.
Miss Mercury provided the map, and she also marked it. It could only be Miss Mercury’s problem if there’s an issue.
“Mr. Ron, there’s a town up ahead,” Lilian suddenly remarked.
“Where?” Ron thought the dragon maid was joking.
Lilian lowered her eyelids and said, “Please look more carefully.”
“I see, there are houses,” Ron squinted his eyes, looked carefully, and became delighted.
The coachman also managed to see houses in that area, “Oh, it’s over there, but these houses are really short.”
Moreover, the closer they got to those houses, the more the coachman felt something was wrong, “It’s so lonely here. You can’t see anyone.”
“Because there really is no one in this town,” Lilian said softly, “This place called Windbird Town seems to have been abandoned.”
Ron’s small eyes were filled with great confusion.
Abandoned? What does that mean? How could a perfectly fine town be abandoned?
It couldn’t be like Winterhaven Town again, manipulated by someone, right? If so, Miss Mercury seemed too indifferent to human matters.
“Wait a minute, did Miss Mercury give me a territory without a single person?” Ron exclaimed in fear.
“Although the only town has been abandoned, it doesn’t mean it’s a territory without people,” Lilian said calmly, “After all, such territories usually have many refugees, and there are quite a few bandits, which is quite troublesome.”
It’s no wonder Miss Mercury was willing to give away this territory because managing it would be troublesome. Those lords wouldn’t want to deal with a hot potato, either.
“You’re leaving. What do we do?” Ron widened his eyes and asked.
“Sir, aren’t you already in your territory? Do you expect me to take you away?” The coachman said as he drove the carriage.
In times of crisis, everyone fends for themselves, and you can’t blame him.
“But there’s no one here. What’s the difference from the wilderness?”
“It’s none of my concern.”
In the blink of an eye, the carriage disappeared, leaving only three passengers in this abandoned town.
“It’s still different from the wilderness, Mr. Ron,” Lilian said, “At least there are houses here to live in.”
Now, they only need to worry if bandits occupied these houses and if sleeping in them at night would lead to capture.
Ron was stunned, “Is she asking me to develop this territory from scratch?”
What a joke! He has no idea how to develop a territory!
He regretted not reading more books on colonisation before migrating to the Bi-Colored Realm.
He took out the documents given to him and found the words on paper downright absurd, “So, what’s the use of all this?”
“It’s still useful. At least if soldiers from the Norman Empire patrol here, they’ll salute you,” Lilian said softly, her hands on her apron.
Ron gritted his teeth. After all the hard work in Winterhaven Town, this is the territory he ends up with?
“It’s better to find a place to rest,” Lilian suggested, “Look, Miss Moluna is about to fall asleep.”
Moluna was already sitting on a rock, squinting her sleepy eyes. Long hours of bouncing in the carriage prevented her from resting well. Moreover, summoning that downpour earlier consumed a considerable amount of magical energy and left her body quite fatigued.
She smacked her lips, muttering, “Lord Ron, drink water.”
“Just pick any house, anyway. There’s no one here,” Ron said dejectedly.
“That’s not necessarily true,” Lilian said with lowered eyelids.
“Didn’t you say this place was already abandoned?” Ron was still quite irritated about it.
Miss Mercury made it sound like Windbird Town was so prosperous, but now it turned out abandoned. Nevertheless, territory ownership was still a substantial reward, even if it was like this.
A hot potato, it may be, but it’s still worth fighting for, even if it brings chaos.
“Windbird Town is only abandoned by humans,” Lilian said.
As her words fell, countless small figures emerged, “Who are you!? How did you come to our territory!”
A group of little guys, only one-third the height of normal people, brandished weapons at Ron. Their bodies were round and chubby, with a bit of baby fat, and their short arms and legs didn’t look out of place. Their features were very cute, like dolls waiting to be picked up in a claw machine.
“What is this?” Ron gave Lilian a questioning look.
“These are the Phylins,” Lilian explained, “Many beasts consider them a food reserve.”
“We’re not a food reserve!” The Phylins at the front exclaimed.
Though they might be chubby, they are not a food reserve to exploit!
By the way, he is the brave warrior of the Phylin tribe, Loloan!
“Why are you all pointing weapons at me?” Ron looked at the weapons in confusion.
“Because we think they’re dangerous!” Loloan said confidently.
“Aren’t I dangerous too?” Ron said, discontented.
“Not dangerous at all!” Loloan shook his head.
He raised his eyebrows and said childishly, “Anyway, just tell us, why did you intrude into our territory!”
“This isn’t your territory. It’s mine,” Ron pushed Loloan away, brandishing his weapon.
“Nonsense! We’ve been living here all along!” Loloan refused to believe Ron.
The Phylins are all very clever. Humans won’t easily deceive them.
“There are countless cunning humans in this place. If they’re not careful, they’ll be tricked out of everything,” Ron remarked.
“I have evidence,” Ron nonchalantly produced the documents, “I am the lord of this place.”
The documents finally came in handy, although Ron wasn’t sure how much weight they carried.
