Chapitre 140: Peaceful time
Under the banner of Emberhaven—still a hand-painted cloth bearing an ember symbol—they set to work finalizing treaties and shaping policies. Lyrus arranged a meeting with Ravenholm's envoy to discuss mutual oaths of respect. In exchange for stable trade and defense pacts, Ravenholm knights might train with Emberhaven's warriors, blending their honorable codes into a shared tapestry of principles.
To Marivelle's merchants, Lyrus planned to offer fair tariffs and secure routes. They would see that Emberhaven prized honesty in commerce, ensuring no exploitation undermined goodwill. With Vaskir, he considered sending a small expedition to present a show of disciplined strength, proving Emberhaven was no easy target. Respect born of such encounters might deter raids.
For Aurehan's mystics, gentle inquiries would invite cultural exchange—perhaps scholars trading manuscripts, monks sharing meditative practices, or archers demonstrating refined techniques. Knowledge would flow both ways, enriching Emberhaven's soul.
Meanwhile, construction accelerated. Walls rose higher, watchtowers took shape, and blacksmiths forged tools and weapons. Generals, now boosted by subtle system-granted abilities, coordinated efforts with uncanny precision. Captains trained their squads with renewed vigor, each noting their intuitive growth in skill.
Emberhaven's citizens, old and new, felt a stirring of hope. They sensed Lyrus's calm guidance in every detail. Some guessed he had hidden depths of insight, but none suspected a secret system bestowing hidden powers. They believed their excellence came from unity and purpose, which only strengthened their moral fabric.
In the evenings, Lyrus walked through half-built streets, greeting workers and artisans. Whisperers of the Horizon maintained watchful silence, ensuring no foreign plotters disturbed this delicate blooming of civilization. Lyrus thanked them silently. Their quiet vigilance let Emberhaven focus on growth rather than looming threats.
As dusk tinted the sky amber, Lyrus climbed a temporary rampart to survey the valley. Emberhaven now had a name, a direction, and a future. Allies would be nurtured, potential foes deterred, and the kingdom would stand as a testament to what conviction and cooperation could achieve. The system hummed within him, content with the path chosen.
A soft breeze carried laughter from below. Lyrus smiled, certain Emberhaven would endure and flourish, shielded by moral strength and sustained by the careful, secret gift of power he had bestowed on its leaders.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
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