Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 482 The Lonely Little White Hair
"You've come at the perfect time. You're such a big stone elementalist, you're incredibly capable, and you even have intelligence and communication skills. You're probably at the level of an elemental elder or a prince, right? Could we have another one?"

Upon seeing the arrival of the lord, Master Wade immediately went to greet him, leaving Master Zhang speechless with his words.

Two small ones too…

Indeed, which contractor wouldn't want a humanoid intelligent all-purpose engineering machine like Xiaoxiao, which integrates the functions of an excavator, crane, road roller, and more?
Even food rations, wages, and fuel costs were waived.

"Well, that's not urgent. I have an important task for you to handle right now."

"Oh, what is that?"

Upon hearing this, Wade's expression immediately fell, thinking to himself, "What I fear most is the far-fetched temporary plans of you nobles."

Having witnessed the other party's methods recently, the veteran architect didn't dare to directly refute them.

The well-informed Master Vade paid little attention to those pretentious and boastful nobles, because such a system of fame and fortune was utterly ridiculous to him, a popular artist with similar backgrounds and connections.

However, this guy in front of him was different. With his decent eyesight, Vader wasn't so stupid as to not understand what it meant for an elemental being capable of summoning a mountain giant of such physical strength as a spellcaster.

Not to mention, after arriving here, I learned from casual conversations with the Canaan team members that this guy was actually the last disciple of a great mage…

With such a background, how could we treat them with disrespect? This also resolved his doubts about the opponent's magical skills being completely inconsistent with his age.

"It's nothing major, but Gaoyabao has been abandoned and dilapidated for a long time. It's a real pity to leave such a large fortress abandoned. I would appreciate it if you could repair and maintain it."

"alright."

?

So refreshing?

The mage, who had prepared a whole speech, swallowed it all back down, not uttering a single word. Nancy, standing beside him, laughed out loud, showing no mercy.

Through those smiling eyes, the monk could clearly see that I had already told you those words.

The slight embarrassment was fleeting, and having saved himself some trouble, he turned around and discussed the relevant matters with Wade. The latter then went back to organize the team and pack up the tools, and two days later they would head to Gaoyabao to start a new engineering project.

But Master Zhang couldn't stay idle. After instructing Master Wade, who had just finished giving instructions to his assistant, he came forward and asked the lord to take him to Gaoya Fort for an on-site inspection.

The mage, barely out of breath, accompanied the other party back to the castle at the top of the mountain, thoroughly inspecting the entire castle inside and out. Even with his physique, he couldn't help but feel a little tired.

If it weren't for this extraordinary physique holding him back, no spellcaster would dare to use themselves like livestock.

As the sun rose and set, the monk, who had just finished his survey work at dusk, couldn't wait to roll back to the top floor of the earthen building, take a warm bath, and then fall into a deep sleep.

As dawn broke, Zhang Yuan, having rested and recharged, summoned the civil engineering team led by foreman Xiao Xiao as usual, then returned to open the door to the alchemy laboratory installed on the bedroom wall.

Today, however, I have an important task—copying books!
Copying books isn't really copying; on the contrary, it's a wonderful thing. Although the inherited knowledge from the ruins has been included in the system's mental palace, it has taken on a physical form. Holding a book in your hands and reading it in the spring morning light is ultimately a pleasant experience.

In his spare time, when he was busy with matters such as exploring his territory, the mage also sought some peace and quiet and began to organize the book catalog and make plans for his next studies.

He had drunk half a cup of tea, and had already turned dozens of pages of the scroll he had copied using the transcription technique. The introductory knowledge of the arcane school was no longer obscure in Zhang Yuan's eyes; on the contrary, it gave him a refreshing and wonderful feeling of learning from others. He could see, analyze, and utilize the existence of the magic network from another perspective, and weave and wield the power of this source of arcane magic in a more intricate yet free way.

"Hey, Captain."

The mage, engrossed in his study, was interrupted by a clear voice, pulling him from his immersion in the sea of ​​knowledge.

Looking up, I saw that it was none other than Talinda, that little white-haired girl.

"Oh, what happened? Why did you suddenly come to find me?"

As soon as the question left her lips, the female elf, who had arrived as nimbly as a deer, became somewhat hesitant in her reply:
"Um, is it convenient for Sister Trish to come out? She hasn't taught me archery in a long time."

Did you come all this way just for this little thing?

The monk's brows furrowed slightly, then relaxed again.

It's not surprising, considering that a little elf like Talinda was driven from her homeland and forced to wander in a foreign land and among a different people. It's inevitable that she would feel lonely and uneasy.

Unlike seasoned veterans like Keganbad, or carefree optimists like Rick and Morty, the female elf who joined the team later in life, while always striving to fulfill her role, always maintained a subtle sense of detachment from the rest of the group.

It wasn't because she was aloof or arrogant, but rather because everything that had happened during this period was simply too much for an elven girl who was inexperienced in the ways of the world and whose lifespan was barely that of an adult according to her species.

Even today, the monk is unsure whether the little white-haired boy truly considers himself a member of Canaan or High Cliff, or merely a personal follower.

However, fate is a mysterious thing, and it is unpredictable. The usually introverted Talinda unexpectedly hit it off with the Drow Ranger Trisis and they developed a close friendship.

At their first meeting, he was shocked and flustered, thinking he had bumped into an old nemesis. After explaining the misunderstanding, he became curious and impressed by the other's superb archery skills, which led to a mentor-student relationship.

Since arriving in High Cliff Territory and launching a vigorous reclamation and construction campaign, the Drow Rangers, who were lightly equipped and unable to engage in heavy physical labor and contribute to the territory's construction, were naturally sidelined. Instead, they were replaced by large laborers like Little and Beast.

As a fellow ranger, Talinda could only relieve her loneliness by firing a few shots at the shooting range after completing her routine patrols.

The veteran members of the Flame Fist have their own tasks, such as training people and building teams. For example, Münster and Bard have taken on the daily training of the territory's militia and dwarf guards.
Or execute a pre-established plan, such as the intelligence network system that Lawrence and Nancy have begun to build. Of course, due to the current underdevelopment of the territory, the tavern and other tertiary industry facilities that serve as important bases are still only on paper.

As for the two half-cannibal brothers…

Being a doorman is fine; I can just eat every day without any worries.

The patrol team consisted of Jady, her siren sisters, and Talinda.

A moon elf should have common ground with the druids, these children of nature, but unfortunately, the latter are busy with farming every day, facing the yellow earth and turning their backs to the sky, so they don't have much leisure time.

After all, when a person is so busy that they can't even straighten their back, they can't possibly raise their head and sing "My Sun" while their skin is tanned bald.

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