To Be A Town

After all this time, Luke had managed to transform the area into a town completely. The wooded area around the city walls had been largely destroyed, and everything had finally been brought into order.

Now everything looked neat and tidy, creating a rather impressive sight.

Luke's Shop Panel had entered a deadlock. Even though Luke could still shop, the locks on the new items he could buy were not opening. It was as if his gift had reached a limit, like the edge of a cliff. Like a magic master trying to figure out how to move to the next stage or a tamer to learn how to tame a higher level of a magical monster. A literal edge of a cliff.

Still, there was nothing he could do. He already had too many items and similar things in his possession, so Luke just had to continue with the work he had planned.

During this one-week period, the road construction project, which the elves and Kevin had been carefully working on, was nearly 70% complete, reaching the point where it needed to be.

This represented an enormous distance of nearly five hundred kilometres.

Even though the work was ongoing, Luke wanted to move on to the final phase of the project—the final stage of transforming the village into a proper town.

The village had everything. Inns, farms, shops run by elves and humans, houses, and much more. The final step to becoming a town was about to begin.

That is, an internal road.

There was no road in the town, and therefore no signs. This meant the village couldn't become a town.

An hour after Kevin and the majority of the elves left with their belongings, Luke had already begun preparations with a few elves.

The road within the village would be wide. There was only one reason for this. This area, which would first become a village, then a small town, would eventually become a large town and then a small city in the future.

The area's walls would expand further, or the inner region would be restructured, and as Luke had previously envisioned, the group of forty-one humans who were the original inhabitants of the village and the elf group, which was five or six times larger than them, would be recognised as the pillars of the village.

In other words, walls could be built behind walls, which would make construction, structuring and, naturally, urbanisation easier.

Of course, in addition to the laws that are essential for a city, there would be wide streets, i.e. roads, where houses and shopping areas would be located.

Luke's plan, however, was to build roads six metres wide that would surround the village, allowing only a horse-drawn cart to pass through when going to the farms.

This would highlight the importance of areas like farms in the city and make it possible to slow down theft by horse-drawn cart.

Even if we disregard Callum, there was no one bold enough to carry out such a robbery in a place where there were over a hundred and fifty warrior elves, each of whom worshipped a young man as if he were a god.

There was no one at all.

Luke wanted to make the carvings on the roads inside the walls more detailed, so he ignored the areas where digging had already begun at the entrance and set up a workshop right in the middle of the village, where everyone could see what he was doing.

It was a small workshop, covered like a tent, with a fire lit underneath and sturdy white wooden tables placed around the fire.

Despite being made of wood, these tables could withstand weights of up to several tonnes due to the magical power they contained.

Luke had directly taken out a Moon Stone—or rather, a Moon Stone nearly three metres wide—from his inventory and placed it on the table.

This Moon Stone weighed nearly five tonnes.

There was not even a single tremor on the white wooden table.

Luke then climbed onto a stool and, taking the smoothest and strongest chisels he could find from his inventory shop panel, began to draw the flag he had previously instructed Kevin to draw on the Moon Stones outside the wall.

Using a pencil and a few drawing tools, he measured the necessary area and then drew the full moon, the first point of the Hiera Flag.

Immediately after that, he carefully took the sharpest chisel he could find and, under the curious glances of those around him, began the process, holding the chisel in his left hand and a hammer in his right hand to strike the back of the chisel: 

"THUD!" 

A deep sound echoed around him. 

Within a short period of time, Luke managed to draw a nearly perfect full moon showing the surface of the moon after a ten-minute process due to his inexperience, and then repeated the same process by adjusting the drawing tools to draw the star inside the full moon.

The five-ton Moon Stone now carried the Hiera Flag.

Luke no longer cared about the empire itself, or rather the emperor, but he had no problems with the people of Hiera, where he had grown up since childhood, or with the remaining imperial family.

So, engraving this flag on a stone and being able to do it with a chisel, perhaps for the fourth or fifth time, made him happy.

When the villagers around him began to applaud, Luke smiled sincerely for perhaps the third time in the three months since he had arrived here, and then began to draw other symbols and flower patterns with his drawing tools.

In short, he was trying to make this massive five-ton Moon Stone as beautiful as possible. It really was coming all together.

He managed to finish it within the next twenty minutes, and with that, he put the Moon Stone away and brought out another one.

"You should keep working; this will take quite a while," Luke said, smiling innocently.

What they said was indeed true. He would be working on this task for a long time, and he would probably have to process dozens of these Moon Stones, each weighing tons.