My territory is filled with block creations.

Chapter 4 The Alchemy Association That Can Contain Anything

"The city wall? My lord, I must first say that it's not that we're unwilling, it's just that we haven't had a proper meal for two days, and we simply don't have the strength to go and haul stones to build the city wall."

Thorne's words startled Lester so much that he could barely speak.

He immediately put on a mournful face, his voice sounding like he was about to cry. For a farmer who couldn't read a single word, trying to reason with him and appeal to his emotions only showed that he had a bit of a talent for language.

Thorne, seeing that Lester's defenses had crumbled at just his casual remark about building city walls, immediately chose to shut up.

He certainly had the ability to build a wall that could surround the village and farmland on his own, but this territory belonged to him, but it also belonged to them. If he had to do everything by himself from beginning to end, while the people of his territory just stood by and watched, he would be in trouble.

Then I must have failed miserably as a lord, and building city walls is such a repetitive and boring task.

Fortunately, the meaning behind Lester's words was quite clear: whether they truly wanted to help build the walls but were powerless to do so was not important; what mattered was that they hadn't eaten for two days.

Building city walls has always been physically demanding and life-threatening, so it's no wonder Leicester reacted so strongly.

Unlike someone who comes to the edge of the forest with an axe and swings it a couple of times to create a lively atmosphere, one cannot risk their life based on momentary acceptance or other emotions.

Even with their own abilities, building a city wall would be a piece of cake; it wouldn't be too tiring, and no one would die.

But these people have never seen his abilities, so they wouldn't believe him if you told them.

Since I couldn't bring myself to force them to work with a whip, there was only one solution: I just needed to get them to eat, and everything would be fine.

By then, even if what Lester said was just polite talk, they would still be genuinely and voluntarily choose to build city walls and even any blueprints they drew up, in order to protect a lord who could feed them and farmland that belonged to them and could nourish them.

With that thought in mind, Thorne said nothing more, and simply carried the four huge logs he had cut down, walking towards the small village not far away.

At the same time, the idea of ​​building a wooden bridge as soon as possible, so that he could cross the river a second earlier and plant wheat a second earlier, also arose in his mind.

Actually, wheat could be grown in the village, but that would make future planning much more complicated.

His past and present lives, along with his experience as an alchemist in the capital, taught him that if a task can be solved optimally from the start, then it must be done to the best of its ability from the beginning; otherwise, it will easily turn into a mountain of crap later on.

Previously, I only made alchemical products for others. So what if it was a pile of shit? It didn't harm me. But now I'm building my own territory, so I can't be careless.

He quickly returned to the riverbank near the village, hammered all the logs into planks, and began construction without a foundation or blueprints.

Not far away, Alex, who was directing her people to drag logs to the village, planned to return to the village early to take a break. Then she saw Thorne's method of building bridges from the ground up.

"Aren't you going to lay a foundation? It's like laying a plank across the riverbanks. Who knows when the rising river will sweep it away..." Alex hadn't finished speaking when there was a thud, the sound of a block being placed.

"So you didn't listen to a word I said just now?" Alex rubbed her hands awkwardly, then realized she should bring out her 100kg deadlifting ability from the Royal Capital Gym and show Thorne that even if she could lift this wooden block, the power of the river would be even greater.

She slowly bent over, dug her hands into the gaps where the wooden plank touched the grass, tensed her back, and then kicked her legs down hard.

Thorne didn't care whether the little girl's pulling motion was standard or not; he just continued with three thumps to mark out the four-meter-wide bridge surface.

Then came a hoarse, desperate voice: "Ouch! What is this thing? Why is it so heavy?"

He turned around and was immediately startled. Alex was still in that standard deadlift position, her face flushed red, her eyes almost bulging out of their sockets. It looked like she was about to break her spine if left unchecked.

Thorne quickly picked it up and put it aside: "This is called a static fixed body child. If you make a city gate out of this thing, even a battering ram can't break it."

After he finished speaking, he put Alex, who was floating in mid-air, back down to the ground next to him. It took Alex almost half a minute to accept the fact that these alchemists had once again created some strange things behind the back of the Mechanicus. Then, she quickly realized something else.

"Then you should at least disguise this thing a bit, like adding a fake foundation or something. Otherwise, building bridges or houses requires a foundation; that's common sense. You can't let the villagers think you, the lord, are some kind of whimsical, half-baked fool, can you?"

Alex reminded her.

"I don't think it's necessary. It's good for them to know my abilities in advance, so that they will be less afraid when the city walls are built later," Thorne explained.

"Alright, you're the lord, so you can do whatever you want. But after you built this bridge to the other side of the river... it seems we didn't bring any seeds with us, did we? I don't think any of the people in our homes have any seeds either; they've probably already cooked and eaten them."

"Well, alchemists have their own clever plans."

Watching Thorne, who was holding wooden planks in his hands and building a 4-meter-wide bridge at a rate of 1 meter per second, Alex did not question his statement.

After all, the Kingdom's Alchemy Association is like a blender that can fit zucchini and eggplant, a suitcase that can fit an electric kettle and a robot vacuum cleaner, and a light novel that can fit any type of novel. They dare to stuff all kinds of talents into it.

Thorne is a prime example. They put a promising paladin into the Alchemist Guild.

Soon, he had built a plank bridge that was 4 meters wide and more than 20 meters long. After the bridge was built, he did not forget to go back to his practice workbench and make a bunch of fences with wooden sticks to protect both sides of the bridge to prevent anyone from falling into the water.

In addition, since the plank bridge is a standard one-meter high, it would take some effort for the average person to climb it. He also made some steps and placed them at both ends of the bridge.

He then ran to the other side of the river and began to beat the poor weeds with the same hands that had broken a tree with a few punches.

Alex had good eyesight; she could vaguely see some square, bright green seeds falling from the weeds that he had smashed with his fist.

"Huh? What's that?"