On the designated Groundbreaking Day, Roland got up very early.
He shaved the stubble on his face, tied up his long gray hair with a simple band, and used a small pair of scissors to trim his brows. After a year of living in this world, he was very experienced in grooming himself and did not need a maid's help.
Looking at his blurry reflection in the silver mirror, he felt that he somehow had the divine manner of a reclusive Taoist priest, if he put on a wide robe.
Roland nodded in satisfaction and left for his office.
There was Barov waiting for him in the room.
"Your Highness," he said with a bow, "a flying messenger has already been sent to Longsong Stronghold and will probably arrive at the Stronghold castle in half an hour."
"Uh-huh, is the venue set up?"
"It was all completed by yesterday afternoon, and right now it seems enough to hold the entire population of this town," replied the City Hall Director.
