Lord: Starting with Contract Half-Elf Twins

Chapter 15 The Role of Architectural Drawings

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

……

In the heavy rain, several strong adult kobolds stood atop a cliff, digging with stone pickaxes they had made themselves.

The rain has already had a significant impact on the kobolds' work; newly dug pits are quickly filled with rainwater.

But these were the leader's orders, and they dared not disobey.

Flint Claw supervised the kobold laborers' work, constantly circling around the perimeter.

The Dragon Lord's orders must be carried out with the utmost loyalty.

"Whoosh!"

Upon hearing Flintclaw issue the order to stop work in kobold language, the kobolds who were working in the heavy rain hurriedly packed up their tools and ran towards their temporary shelter at the foot of the cliff.

Flint Claw then approached Allen and reported, "Dragon Lord, your orders have been faithfully carried out."

Allen walked to the spot where the kobolds had dug and slowly looked it over.

On the cliff face are four newly dug ditches, which are now filled with rainwater.

To be precise, this is not a ditch, but a foundation pit prepared for the stone wall foundation of the [Junior Lord's Hut].

Allen lay down near the pit, making sure his line of sight was as level as possible with the ground.

After a long while, he stood up.

"Sorina hunted a spiny beast today, and it's already roasted. You can have it and remember to share some with these kobolds who are working tonight."

"Praise be to the Dragon Lord, praise be to your grace!"

Seeing Allen wave his hand, Flintclaw knew that there was nothing more for him to do, so he hurriedly returned to the kobolds' temporary residence.

Kobolds often feed on rock worms, small wild animals, or simply carrion, not because they don't like better food.

Hunting large beasts like the Spinosaurus can easily result in injuries or deaths, and it's not a regular food source for the kobolds, so the tribe will definitely be very excited.

The kobolds were very small; even if several laborers had a large appetite, they couldn't eat half a spiny beast.

The remaining portion, Flintclaw intended to distribute to the kobolds who were laying eggs, as well as the newly hatched cubs.

Of course, what pleased Flint Claw even more than the food was the Dragon Lord's high regard for him.

For every good deed done, there will be a reward, whether it be strength or food.

Following such a master is the dream of every kobold tribe.

……

"This guy has been spending more and more time with us lately, and his Common Tongue is getting more and more fluent."

After Flintclaw left, Allen sighed, then communicated with Solina telepathically, informing her to arrange food rewards for the kobolds.

That spiny beast was originally intended for the kobold tribe that was relocating.

Solina quickly replied to him telepathically that she was ready.

Then, Allen looked at the four foundation pits in front of him and a smile appeared on his face.

Four perfectly laid foundation pits – this was the result of Allen's observation.

The shades are completely uniform... the direction is perfectly straight... and the building area enclosed is consistent in all aspects...

Everything is exactly the same as in the architectural drawings!

A construction team comparable to those on Earth today, using specialized instruments to measure the results after construction!

However, this was just the result of a night's work by a few hungry, exhausted kobolds whose brains were smaller than Allen's heel.

That's why Allen insisted on getting the kobolds to start construction tonight.

The goal is to understand how the [Territory] building blueprints function.

By excavating four foundation pits, Allen now fully understands how architectural blueprints come into effect.

Those selected as the "labor force" for construction will be instructed by architectural blueprints and then replicate the buildings in the blueprints without any discrepancy!

Even if they're just a few stupid kobolds!

Knowing this, Allen felt relieved.

Next, we just need to wait for the [Basic Lord's Hut] to be completed and then claim our territory.

……

Cliffside caves.

Allen emerged from the rain, first shaking the water off his thick animal skin coat at the entrance before entering the cliffside cave.

"You're back."

Solina seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time. As soon as he came in, she came up to help him take off his thick animal skin coat.

After hanging up the clothes, a bowl of steaming hot meat soup was quickly brought over.

"Is Viola already asleep?"

"Yes, she's already asleep."

Allen took the broth, blew on it to cool it down a bit, and then drank the hot soup in large gulps, immediately feeling a warm feeling in his stomach.

"Although we don't have an iron pot yet, the stone pot made by the kobold tribe is quite useful. At least we can finally make some stews besides roasting meat."

Solina took the wooden bowl, returned to the pot, ladled out another bowlful, and continued:

"Following the method you taught me, I've been searching for suitable fruits and seeds to use for seasoning while hunting these past few days. Today I found a slightly spicy seed. How do you like it?"

Upon hearing Solina's question, Allen clicked his tongue.

"It does have a bit of a spicy flavor. If it were dried and then ground, its aroma might be brought out even better."

"Okay, I'll give it a try."

Solina nodded and handed Allen a new bowl of soup.

Allen took the new broth, but instead of drinking it immediately, he sat down by the pot and warmed himself by the fire with Solina.

"Thank you for your hard work. You have to go hunting during the day and also help me with these chores."

What do you mean by "helping you"?

Allen noticed that Solina suddenly seemed a little unhappy and instinctively replied, "It's just about finding spices and cooking..."

"Aren't you going back on your word?"

Allen paused for a moment.

Solina turned her head and then reached out to turn Allen's face towards her:

"Didn't we agree that we're a blood oath of 'blood of my blood'?"

"Since we are blood allies, there is no such thing as 'your business' or 'my business'."

Their eyes met, and seeing Solina's earnest and determined gaze, Allen could only apologize, "I'm sorry, it's my fault."

Solina snorted and then turned around.

Sometimes, I think you're really amazing, Allen.

"Amazing...does that refer to my 'contract' ability?"

"No, magic and miracles always happen unexpectedly. In the legends my mother told us, even the blessings of the gods always come unexpectedly."

"What I mean by amazing is your personality."

"Even though you were the one who said you wanted to form a blood pact with us, you always seem to be very polite and grateful."

Allen was still a little confused: "Isn't it better to express gratitude? I shouldn't ignore your efforts."

"Viola and I never say thank you. Even if we were willing to give everything for each other, we wouldn't say thank you, because it's not necessary."

"You're twins..."

"No, we are more than twins; we are 'family,' people who share a common destiny."

At this point, Solina's voice became somewhat lighter:

"Before, there were only three of us: our mother, our son, and me. Then our mother passed away, so there were only two of us. Now you've joined us, so there are three of us again."

"Since we share a common destiny, since we agreed to form a 'blood oath,' and since we are your 'blood of blood,' then it is only natural that we stand together."

Hearing Solina say those words, Allen was momentarily stunned, and instinctively said, "I'm sorry..."

Before he could finish speaking, his lips were covered.

"I just won't allow you to say thank you or sorry to me, don't you understand?" Solina said, enunciating each word clearly.

Solina withdrew her hand only after Allen instinctively nodded.

Aside from apologizing, Allen didn't know what else to say, so he and Solina quietly warmed themselves by the fire.

Allen recalled his past life.

As an only child, I have no siblings and weak family ties. After my parents passed away, I didn't have much contact with relatives.

A person with no ties to the world is struggling in a big city.

Whether it's friends, relatives, or colleagues, it's perfectly fine for everyone to live their own lives and be polite to each other.

After Solina said that, Allen suddenly realized that what she said made sense.

Maintaining social distancing has almost become an instinct for Alan; he's almost forgotten how to live with his "family."

"Gurgle gurgle..."

The cave was quiet for a while, with only the sound of the broth boiling in the stone pot remaining.

"The stone pot is still not very useful. After I build the hut on the cliff top, I will figure out how to make an iron pot."

Not knowing how to answer the previous question, Allen changed the subject.

"There are many more ways to cook with an iron wok, such as pan-frying, stir-frying... uh, do you know what stir-frying is?"

"I saw it in a nobleman's house when I was little. It's similar to fried food, right?"

"There are some differences... It's okay, I'll teach you later."

"OK."

At this point, Allen ran out of things to say, and the cave fell silent once again.

Finally, it was Solina who spoke up first:

"I know you're worried that I'm tired, so don't worry, I'm very satisfied with my life right now."

"With magic, we can hunt all over the mountains and fields..."

"Having my own place to live means I can sleep however I want..."

"I can also study cooking techniques, I'm very full, it's great..."

"There are no annoying humans, no villains lurking in the shadows..."

"So, Allen, do you understand? I enjoy doing these things, so you don't need to feel that I'm sacrificing a lot."

After saying this, Solina stared at Allen for a while, then smiled:

"Of course, the happiest thing is that you're here too. You gave me magical powers, helped Viola and me escape the dungeon, led us out of danger countless times, traversed desolate mountains, and even subdued a group of kobolds in a place where there was nothing at all. We're building our own house now..."

"You are simply a hopeful miracle. From now on, we... So don't worry, I won't find this tiring. These are things I've always dreamed of."

After saying this, Solina took back the sentence she was about to say.

As children, their mother's tragic experiences instilled in Solina and Viola a deep-seated fear of humans, especially men.

Now that she had Allen, a clean-cut young man, Solina felt incredibly at ease, and she knew Viola felt the same way.

However, Allen is still too young, so these words are somewhat inappropriate.

However, Solina knew that humans developed much faster than elves and half-elves, so it would probably be about three more years...

Solina didn't continue, but Allen, who had lived two lives, understood perfectly.

But now that things have come to this, Allen can't very well say, "I understood, and I'm an experienced driver..."

So let's just pretend we don't understand for now.

The cave fell silent again, with only the incessant patter of rain outside.

……

Wilderness, ancient ruins.

Several months later, a slave caravan visited the area again.

Bargalen, the leader of the slave caravan, remembered the wilderness wizard Obitus, known as the Decayer, who lived there.

They are powerful, but their lives are numbered. They cannot even stay away from this ancient ruin for long and must rely on the ancient magic here to prolong their lives.

If a suitable item is available, he will bring out his treasures accumulated over many years.

A few months ago, he passed through here on his way to the North and sold three slaves for a very good reward.

So this time in the North, he specifically collected some slaves with special magical bloodlines, intending to make another fortune from the Wilderness Wizards.

After the caravan followed the safe route into the heart of the ancient ruins, Balgalen rang a bell.

The bell was very faint, but Balgalen knew that Obitus could hear it.

Sure enough, a moment later, a heavy stone door opened, and the figure of the black-robed wizard slowly walked out.

Bargalen gave a disdainful snort inwardly.

Have you moved again?

It seems that he had exhausted the ancient magic of the previous place, so he changed to a new ancient building as his dwelling.

Just like stray dogs living hand to mouth.

However, the ancient magic in the core area is limited, and he cannot break all ancient magic to gain the opportunity to absorb magic power. Sooner or later, he will be trapped here and die.

The decaying ones have no future.

Even though he inwardly despised him, Bargalen still managed a professional smile:

"Master Obitus, it's a great honor to see you again. We've brought you some fine goods, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Bargalen paused for a moment, and a subtle change appeared in his expression, but he quickly regained his warm and friendly demeanor.

"You look much better, which is really good news for me."

"Yes, much better..."

Beneath the black robe came a deep, dry voice, as rough as sandpaper.

"The goods you brought last time were very good."

"That's natural..."

Before Balgalen could reply, Obitus continued:

"He awakened the red dragon bloodline within him, escaped from my dungeon, and released all my other slaves."

"What! That boy with diluted dragon blood?"

"That's impossible. He was injected with special drugs when he was young, so his mental age should have remained at that of a three-year-old for his entire life. Besides, there has never been a case of awakening with such diluted dragon blood..."

Bargalen's surprise was genuine.

They were professional slave caravans, and the merchant guilds behind them were incredibly powerful, with influence spreading throughout the southern kingdoms.

They clearly distinguish between dragon blood that "can awaken" and dragon blood that "only has experimental value," and they would never make a mistake between the two.

After all, the price difference between the two is enormous.

"I was busy preparing a crucial potion at the time, so I didn't have the energy to follow up..."

"But the effects of the medicine are already very clear."

Obitus smiled sinisterly, seemingly unconcerned about the slave's escape.

"The dragon blood awakened by that slave even affected my potion. The regenerative effect contained in the dragon blood was greatly enhanced, which extended my life as a result."

"Don't worry, I'm not asking for compensation. I'm just telling you that a slave who awakened dragon blood has escaped."

"I can sense his location through the remaining dragon blood in my body. He did not go to the Kingdom of Dorne in the northeast, but went to the western wilderness and mountains."

"I believe you are very interested in the value of this slave."

Balgalen paused for a moment, then almost immediately understood what the black-robed wizard meant.

"Of course, we are very interested in such high-value goods. If you can make a positioning amulet, we can trade for the goods!"

"hehe."

Obitus nodded slowly.

"make a deal."