Chapter 28 Vision

"Excellent! Your insights should be written on jugen paper and bound in a gold-studded book."

Burke praised him generously.

"No," Ken smiled and shook his head. "The kingdom's advisers will say I'm ambitious and send you to the gallows."

"Well, if you don't have a job, you can come to Norin to give lectures."

He was quite excited at this time.

As an expert who has been immersed in "town planning" for many years, Burke Bartlett has designed many fortresses and cities, and has also studied the architectural styles of elves and dwarves. He knows the most important part of this job.

That is "development"!

With the passage of time, the population and economy grow, the original plan may be changed or even overturned, which means the demolition and expansion of countless buildings in reality.

A waste of resources.

When the kingdom divides the city-states, there must be a designer in the peer advisory group.

They have done their best to make the lord's fortress the core, the widening direction of the surrounding houses will not affect the pattern, and the roads can continue to extend outward according to the degree of prosperity.

The supply of consumables and water sources, the distance between streets and military camps.

The most important thing is, if the buildings are upgraded and renovated, can they still maintain the original balance, and how much space is reserved in it?

"Perhaps, I am too arrogant to propose such a hasty plan to you."

Burke held up the gold badge on his chest and posed a respectful ceremony that only wise men use.

His original plan was to draw a line of defense for this small village, using woodland as raw materials, and the project could be carried out without too much transportation.

But!

Ken immediately pointed out the problem:

This plan directly killed the possibility of village development, and Sandon Kaya would never be able to surpass the scale of its heyday.

Then he proposed another idea, which was not fixed defense, but based on flexibility and repairability, which would facilitate the entry and exit of the army and plug the loopholes in time after being destroyed.

Ken pointed at the blueprint and continued to extend the scope of the design...

"If the population exceeds a thousand and the number of houses is insufficient, the original part will be demolished, and a second layer of defense will be designed, which can be upgraded to a stone wall. If the expansion continues, it can even become a steel wall!"

Burke looked at him from above his glasses to confirm that this was not a joke.

Ken continued to point at the stick map.

His road lines will never be deleted or modified, and they can continue to extend no matter how much the population expands.

One place after another was circled.

"Land, market, residence, administrative district, rescue station, secret arts research institute, livestock farm..."

Layer by layer, clear and organized.

The new buildings added at each stage of development, the resources that will be used, their origins and transportation directions, are all explained clearly.

He even planned to blast through the ice and build a port!

No wonder he is so ambitious...

This man's vision is beyond his time. Standing in this ruin, he planned a behemoth that would affect the North and outlined the framework of a magnificent kingdom out of thin air.

Burke paced excitedly.

Participating in such a design, even if it cannot be realized, will make people excited and sleepless.

"Mr. Ken, you must tell me, which ancient kingdom or excerpt of Proverbs did you refer to for this idea?"

"Hmm..."

Ken couldn't understand his excitement, scratched his head, and recalled with a far-reaching look:

"It's hard to explain, it only exists in my dreams. In a country with an unimaginable population, this kind of basic planning starts with hundreds of thousands of residents."

Burke Bartlet raised his arm.

After reading through historical documents, he asserted: "It's impossible. Which race can create such a miracle?"

...

After nightfall, someone knocked on Burke's wooden house.

"Teacher, haven't you rested yet?"

Meg, with wet hair, pushed the door open. She passed by here and found that the lights were still on, so she knew that the teacher had started a new design.

"I hope I didn't disturb your work."

"How could it be, Norin's tulips, let me borrow your clever head to take a look. I dare say that many of the concepts here will be recorded in history."

Burke gave up his seat and did not touch the full cup of strong tea on the table.

Meg lifted her hair and leaned over. She was fascinated by it. Even though she was mentally prepared, she was still amazed by the meticulousness of it.

"Well, teacher, is this a residential model? It's beautiful."

Burke nodded. There were even specific reserved spaces and drainage channels, and both hygiene and artistic sense were highlights.

"I think under his governance, Sandon Kaya will become the most interesting village in the North."

Meg pinched her wet hair and said.

Ken set up public bathrooms at both ends of the residential area. In frosty and snowy days, steam is constantly flowing and hot water is freely available indoors.

The ladies did not expect to have such enjoyment in the wilderness.

"Teacher, do you want to write a letter?" She saw the letter on the corner of the table, as well as the wax and sealing wax made by secret techniques.

She glanced up and saw a few big words on it: King Qiao Shuer.

"Yes, I want to recommend this talent to the kingdom. All scholars and sorcerers should come to broaden their horizons."

Burke showed a thoughtful look.

"He is not suitable to stay in Palotusby."

Mag also supported this view. After all, from the existing information, this poor war banner is ambitious.

Sooner or later, Santon Kaya will enter the vision of the big tribe.

The high wall not only defines the border of Palotusbi, but also the cultural traditions, religious beliefs, magic systems, and... of the southern and northern borders.

"Old Gods."

If some extreme traditionalists knew that a southern face had become the banner of a tribe, he would be nailed to the center of the conflict and endure the impact of the two forces.

The reason why Mag and her teacher came here.

It was because of the "rumor of ruins" in Maple Highlands. Such a grand event attracted many kingdoms and forces, and people flocked to it, driving the prosperity of the surrounding areas.

Behind this matter, there is a man standing at the top of the North - Frengandor.

He is an old orc, old-fashioned and cruel. He serves Shujis and conquered the surrounding areas of Maple Highlands with thunderous means, ruling the tribe with the largest territory.

"Kane wants to build such a huge empire under his nose?"

The room fell into silence.

"Oh my god," Mag patted his head, shook his head and said self-deprecatingly: "What am I thinking about? He has less than ten soldiers under his command now."

Burke blinked and was suddenly shocked. He also fell into that vicious circle.

"Oh, I think too much, too much."

He stepped forward to put away the letter paper and wax. Fortunately, he did not write it, otherwise how could he explain to the King of Norlin-Your Majesty, he was poor, but he wanted to create miracles.

The other party would think that he was cursed or that his brain was poisoned by a wizard!

"We have to stay for a while, and wait until we are done with the reorganization, and then go to Red Maple Highlands. Anyway, the specific opening time is next month."

Burke said so. This design needs time to inspect.

He looked up at his smartest student and asked as if he had suddenly realized something: "By the way, why don't you rest?"

Mag looked helpless and pointed out the window.

"Can you listen?"

Two doors away, those well-dressed scholars were sleeping across the street, and their snoring not only came in here, but also echoed over the entire Sandon Kaya.