Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

Harvey called Haru, the director of the Construction Department, who was busy and dusty, to the castle, threw him a few sketches of the sports field he had drawn casually, and sent him away after a few simple reminders.

As for the location of the sports field, it was also very simple. Since many production factories in the core area of ​​the territory were moved to the peripheral industrial area far away from the market area and residential area, a large area of ​​idle land was left near Harvey's lord's castle.

In addition to the magic potion botanical garden under construction, most of the idle land was temporarily planted with a large number of evergreen trees and flowers and shrubs, and temporarily used as street gardens to improve the living environment.

Only a small piece of square-shaped land was allocated for use as the future territory sports field.

After finishing these things, he asked the guards to go to the city hall to retrieve the information of the territory residents from Reiner and find a painter who was good at painting from the southern border.

"In the past, when you were in the South, besides drawing portraits for nobles and wealthy businessmen, could you draw other things?" Harvey asked gently, looking at the painter who was brought to the castle.

The young painter was trembling with fear between two guards, lowering his head and not daring to look directly at the lord, and said in a trembling voice: "Your Excellency, I... I am just an apprentice painter, and I am not qualified to draw portraits for nobles and wealthy businessmen. I am mainly responsible for drawing patterns on the fired porcelain in the porcelain kiln workshop..."

Harvey clapped his hands and said, "That's enough, it's exactly the person I need." After that, he asked the guard to hand a stack of cut paper to the painter.

The young painter then noticed that the stack of paper in his hand was exactly the same size, rectangular and only the size of a child's palm.

"What patterns do you want me to draw on these pieces of paper?"

"Some numbers and corresponding patterns, not complicated..."

This is a new idea that suddenly came to him after he had the idea of ​​promoting ball games in the territory. The people in the territory are indeed lacking in entertainment activities. In addition to the winter celebration garden party that was only held once, the only large-scale event in the territory that can arouse the interest of the people is the military shooting competition held every six months.

Outdoor ball games need to be promoted, but we must also consider entertainment projects that can be carried out at home or indoors after the cold weather in winter.

The simplest is naturally chess and card activities. There is nothing more comfortable than playing poker around a warm fireplace in cold weather.

However, Harvey asked people to find ordinary paper for daily writing and the special papyrus used to print gold yuan banknotes. It was found that they were too soft and not suitable for use as playing cards. They must have a certain hardness and toughness to allow people to fold them in their hands and make shuffling and drawing actions.

But now with rubber fruit, all problems can be basically solved.

Just cover the original tough papyrus with a layer of pectin coating from rubber fruit, and then draw the numbers and patterns of the cards, and you can make a beautiful and durable deck of playing cards.

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Pierce would take a week every month to personally go to the river valley outpost to command the three northern army battalions stationed in the outpost fortress, a total of 300 soldiers, to continuously conduct mountain combat exercises.

After the summer, the last few small evil orc tribes entrenched in the river valley area also heard the news and drove their herds back to the depths of the ice field, and the last actual combat imaginary enemy of the outpost garrison also disappeared.

Sitting in the body of the steadily moving war beast, Pierce fell into a strange mood of drawing his sword and looking around in confusion. After experiencing the repeated attacks and defenses with the evil orcs in the river valley area, and the small-scale battle of the natural mineral veins at the foot of the God Ridge Mountain to attack the demons, there was no longer a hostile target that could be attacked within hundreds of miles of the pioneer territory.

It's always lonely without an opponent. Pierce sighed secretly. There are still a few hours to go to the territory. He will go to Egenor's medical hospital to get his second half of the month's share of "delicious oral liquid", and then return to the barracks to train the newly recruited soldiers to kill time.

Captain Tommy, who was riding in the same war beast, stole a glance at Commander Pierce who closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. He immediately became energetic and quietly poked the battalion commander Vaughn who was sitting next to him, "Boss, when we return to the territory later, do you want to go out of the camp with us?"

Vaughn was stunned for a moment and whispered, "Where to go? The food stalls in the market area have new delicious ingredients for sale?"

Wayne, who was sitting opposite, laughed softly and couldn't help but answer, "Battalion commander, don't always think about the food stalls in the market area. Recently, a new restaurant has opened in the territory. It is said that the chef was transferred from the lord's castle kitchen. The dishes made are the kind that only noble masters can enjoy..."

Daf hesitated and said, "I know Mr. Egno mentioned that he had tried it several times and praised the taste of the dishes, but... the price was a little high. Let's wait until the military pay is paid this month before going there!"

"I say, can you please stop thinking about food?" Tommy rolled his eyes at Duff, "I heard from the soldiers in the logistics department that there is a... called Officers Club, uh, activity venue outside the camp..."

"After we return to the territory to take over, let's go to the Officers Club!"

...

Vaughn and others changed out of their black officer uniforms and put on light cotton and linen clothes for daily outings. Led by Tommy, they left the barracks and turned a few streets to a two-story concrete building.

On one side of the gate hung a huge sign representing the emblem of the territory's army. Vaughn struggled to make out the words "Pioneer Territory Officers Club" on it.

Sitting on a bench at the door was a middle-aged man in a black uniform of the defense army. He smiled and greeted the people standing at the door: "Haha, are you brothers in the army? The club only welcomes soldiers."

Tommy quickly pulled Vaughn and the others, pulled out his military rank identity badge from his neck, and asked the defense soldiers guarding the door to check them one by one.

Pushing open the door of the club, everyone was immediately shocked by the bustling scene inside.

In the spacious first-floor hall, there was a long counter on one side, and several waiters stood like a bar in a pub.

The rest of the place was filled with small round tables, each of which was occupied by three to four guests in casual clothes or military uniforms. These people were holding a stack of strange cards in their hands around the table, shouting loudly or bursting into rough laughter.

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"Smart guy" Tommy immediately saw an acquaintance sitting at a table - Uncle Rooney, the officer in charge of logistics, and quickly pulled the sluggish and cramped Vaughn and others over.

"Hey! Little Tommy! You are back from the outpost!" Rooney, who was wearing an officer's felt hat askew, stood up and greeted them enthusiastically, and kicked away the other logistics soldiers who were originally sitting with him, leaving them a seat.

As soon as Vaughn and the others sat down, a young waiter came over to the bar, bowed and asked with a smile: "Several officers, do you need something to drink? Or if you haven't eaten in the camp yet, we can also provide meals here..."

Vaughn glanced at the huge cup held by Rooney and frowned: "The military regulations stipulate that non-commissioned officers are not allowed to drink at will!"

Rooney laughed and said: "It doesn't matter! Young man, this is a special benefit approved by the lord! This specially brewed... beer will not make you drunk at all. It is a delicious drink specially provided for the army to enjoy!"

He spoke louder and louder, and finally stood up and raised the cup. The soldiers at other tables raised their cups and laughed and shouted in unison: "I wish our respected lord good health!"

The waiter immediately took advantage of the opportunity to bring four cups of special wine with pure white foam on the surface. Duff couldn't wait to pick it up and take a sip. He felt the delicate foam sliding between his lips and teeth, and the cold and sweet liquid flowing down his throat into his stomach.

"Hiccup! This bubble stuff doesn't have a strong alcohol taste, but it has a sweet aftertaste! Come and try it, it's really delicious!"

Vaughn took a sip silently, and turned his head to look at the lively table next to him, which was full of defense officers who usually had a bad relationship with the Northern Army.

The three of them sat around, holding a stack of paper with numbers and exquisite patterns in their hands, and concentrated on thinking.

"Three pairs!"

"Damn, I can't afford it!"