When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Horn values efficiency above all else.

According to Spitrochu's arrangement, the first day was for rest, the second day for inspecting Coldspring Fortress during the day and holding a banquet in the evening, and the third day for discussing serious matters under the guise of an outdoor hunt.

But the Holy Grandson's arrangement was to rest in the morning, inspect in the afternoon, and hold a banquet in the evening to discuss serious matters.

Horn called it efficient.

The local nobles called it divine gold.

After lunch, Horn gulped down a large pot of blue pulp coffee and dragged the drowsy Spitrochu out the door.

The workshops and nobles were naturally in a state of chaos, preparing to welcome him in a hurry.

Riding on a tall horse, Horn hummed a little tune, looking around at the small town before him.

The surrounding residents also curiously looked up, watching this great noble who didn't know where he came from.

They didn't recognize who was riding the horse, but they recognized the titled knight Spitrochu leading the horse.

From the various investigation reports and books of Cheka, Horn had already read the information of Coldspring Fortress, but at this moment he was still very interested.

This was the first time he had seen it with his own eyes.

The location of Coldspring Fortress was originally a sloping hillside, with a relative height of about five or six hundred meters.

But because of the good river transportation conditions and mineral deposits, it was forcibly transformed into a mining transportation town.

The hillside was transformed into a two-layered stepped platform, with the river beach area being the third layer.

The cold spring flowing from the Amethyst Mountains falls from these three levels, until it flows into the Silver Thread River.

Combined with the various sluices and waterways built by the mountain people, it forms a natural drainage and water system.

Damn it, why doesn't the Holy Machine Court have such a convenient natural stream?

Horn reached out and touched the clear cold spring water, even though it was summer, he could still feel a trace of bone-chilling coolness.

After wiping the water on his hands on his pants, he looked up and said: "Where are we now?"

"The wharf layer," Spitrochu explained, "This is where merchants and civilians live.

The second layer is the artisan layer, but it is also a residential area for soldiers, and the courtyard on the top layer is the noble layer."

Seemingly afraid that Horn would misunderstand, the White Horse Knight explained: "We arranged you in the wharf area because the top layer is difficult to climb, the artisan layer has a pungent smell, but the environment near the stream in the wharf area is more beautiful.

Most of the nobles in Coldspring Fortress usually live in the wharf area or in rural residences, and only go up the mountain in winter."

Horn didn't care about this, but looking at the residences on both sides and on the hillside, he couldn't help but say: "You and Black Serpent Bay are at opposite ends, and the climate is very different, but you both use steep sloping roofs and stilt houses."

"It's all for preventing rain, snow, and moisture, there's no way."

The climate in North Munde County is cool, even if it is the highest temperature in summer, it will not be hot to wear a long-sleeved shirt.

Horn felt that it would not exceed 25 degrees Celsius, and it should be common for the temperature to drop below zero in winter.

"Then how do you keep warm?"

"Fur and firewood."

Horn was stunned, he remembered that the prices of peat and wool had dropped.

"Why don't you use peat and wool? They are cheaper than firewood and fur."

Spitrochu hesitated: "The freight is too expensive, and there are many forests in North Munde County, so there is not much need for firewood."

Horn turned to Cheka beside him and confirmed: "I heard that the price of firewood in Coldspring Fortress has recently risen again?"

"Didn't you ask to expand production? Burning medicine jars and refining iron naturally requires more firewood for heating, and the price of firewood will naturally be higher."

This traditional inertia is still great. The heating effect of one ton of peat can equivalent to one and a half tons of firewood, and refined peat can even equivalent to two tons.

But the locals are still more willing to use firewood for heating and iron smelting.

"What about fur? Why don't you sell it to fur merchants? It's enough to buy two ready-made clothes."

Spitrochu's eyes flickered immediately. Without guessing, Horn knew that the nobles must be playing tricks.

Without exposing Spitrochu's embarrassment, Horn changed the subject and continued to inspect the artisan layer.

By the time he finished watching the three-layered town and several small manors nearby, it was already evening.

Horn took a bath and changed his clothes, and by the time he arrived at the banquet, it was already half an hour "late."

Accurately speaking, he arrived just on time.

The etiquette of the nobles is to arrive at least a quarter of an hour early, and it is impolite to arrive on time or late.

The merchants and nobles were all dressed neatly, but their faces were not very good.

Only His Royal Highness the Autocrat could do such things casually.

Seeing Horn enter, the atmosphere was still cold. The usually arrogant White Horse Knight had no choice but to bite the bullet and step forward: "Everyone, our main guest, His Eminence the Grand Patriarch is here.

His Eminence the Patriarch cares about the believers, and has been accepting the devout confessions of the believers all day. He is really busy. Come, let us toast to the diligence and piety of His Eminence the Patriarch."

"Agreed, agreed!"

"Come, come, come."

Under the warm atmosphere of some nobles and merchants, everyone finally raised their glasses to toast.

Horn naturally raised his glass high in return: "I am in a hurry, so I have to compress the time, which has made everyone rush. Thank you for your understanding."

After this sip of wine, the originally cold banquet finally became lively again.

After drinking the first sip of the special acorn wine, a heat went straight to his head. Taking advantage of this warm energy, Horn said loudly: "Everyone, please be quiet."

The nobles, merchants, and dwarf craftsmen who had just diverted their eyes all looked over.

Either wary, or curious, or jealous gazes were focused on Horn.

Horn had long been accustomed to such gazes, and directly announced: "I am here not only to comfort our soldiers who are fighting bravely on the front line, but also to bring you two good news.

First, I plan to build a railway train with a total mileage of 150 kilometers between the mountain counties for transporting goods.

In this way, even the mines and wastelands in the deep mountains can be secondarily developed."

The banquet hall was first shocked, and then everyone looked at each other, and they all saw the golden light in each other's eyes.

They don't care about the role of the so-called rail.

What they care about is the order!

They have learned about rails, which is a big business.

Even if Horn only builds 25 kilometers a year, that's 500 tons of cast iron!

Enough to support a dozen smelters, can you not be happy?

"Good!"

"Great!"

"Come, let us toast His Eminence the Patriarch."

"May the Holy Grandson be always healthy!"

The atmosphere of the banquet was instantly ignited by Horn, and the laughter and cheers almost soared to the clouds.

"Hey, don't worry." Horn's hand holding the cup was still not put down. He looked at everyone with a smile, "There is a second good news.

Gentlemen, the Taibo River dam has been completed, and the Muddy Township swamp has also been cleared out. We have discovered a large amount of bitter bile water and a massive of iron ore in South Munde County.

My God, you must have never seen that kind of iron ore that has not been mined for thousands of years. You can use any piece you pick down as iron.

Guess what? We also discovered a mithril deposit with an estimated total output of more than ten tons!

Coincidentally, the Taibo River dam can just provide a lot of water power to drive the spring.

So, I plan to build a new smelter in Muddy Township, or rather, it is already under construction.

By the way, I also want to build a new city, called New Coldspring Fortress!

I am looking for His Royal Highness the Autocrat this time to borrow her relationship to introduce a batch of Norn blacksmith immigrants.

I know that you are not satisfied with my steel expansion smelting plan, so I moved the entire plan to Muddy Township.

How about it, is this news good?"

"Good, good..."

Compared with the previous earth-shattering momentum, this time the "good" is like a mosquito buzzing.

Neither the nobles nor the dwarves could laugh.