"Your Excellency Grand Duke Ocrean Yaso, you truly are a genius!" Count Laimon praised sincerely.
"Do we have enough stone?" Grand Duke Ocrean Yaso did not respond directly. Instead, he looked at the wooden boats drifting downstream. Although the canal could not accommodate large vessels, and even two wooden boats passing each other was a struggle, it was suitable enough for transport and irrigation.
"For now, yes, Your Highness! Count Laimon does not have enough manpower, and it is hard to say whether these people are physically fit enough..." Okrian-Lujin shook his head. They were merely half-farming, half-herding peasants. How much strength could one expect from old farmers who did not get enough to eat every day? Let them stack those stone blocks slowly.
"What a pity these stones will need to be polished again when they get back!" Count Laimon said with some anguish. The stones from his White Mountains were rough-hewn blocks, clearly unfit for direct use. Craftsmen would still need to cut and polish them after they arrived.
"The current transport volume is not large. The Professional Soldiers under your command should be able to handle this work! Winter is approaching, and we still have plenty of time to prepare!" Grand Duke Ocrean Yaso patted Count Laimon's shoulder reassuringly. Though the fortress castle had not been large in his original plans, its facilities were complete.
"But living in tents like this will not do. When the cold winter winds arrive, it will cause serious problems!" Grand Duke Ocrean Yaso looked at the camp stretching for miles outside. The clamor of people mingled with the noise of cattle and sheep, like an enormous furnace.
"It cannot be helped. I have already gathered all the people I could summon from around the territory, and the villages they lived in