After playfully "warning" the brazen Meng HaHa, Sir Morphy, in an unusually buoyant mood born from a streak of mischief, took a spin around his own territory.
Now, the whole of Transylvania was his domain, and he could go wherever he wanted without anyone stopping him, but the problem was that there weren't many places to have fun in Transylvania at the moment.
Considering that Crimson Castle, which was being reconstructed, was already Transylvania's most "prosperous" spot, one could only imagine the desolation and ruin of other areas.
The trade between Hog and the Pestilence Town hadn't been completed yet, and the construction of the defense line near the swamp hadn't started. Meanwhile, the population search and internal construction of the territory were steadily progressing. According to the current pace, the residential areas should be settled before winter.
Murphy suddenly found himself idle.