Ang stood in the middle of the bustling Construction Site and waved a hand, pulling all kinds of supplies from the Magic Waist Pouch he carried with him: tableware, pots and pans, and various daily necessities. The items appeared one after another as if from nowhere, like a magic trick. The forty craftsmen and cooks were stunned by the sight. They stopped working and stared blankly at Ang.
"Is Lord Baron... a mage?" one of them asked haltingly.
Ang raised his head and smiled faintly. "What are you standing around for? Hurry up and sort everything out. Dusha, organize some people to build a kitchen first. Once the kitchen is done, put up a simple shelter to keep out the wind and rain. I'll bring back tents, but everyone may have to rough it for now and squeeze into temporary accommodations."
Dusha nodded and turned to gather the craftsmen and assign tasks. The others still had not fully recovered from their shock, staring at Ang with newfound reverence in their eyes. Noticing their strange behavior, Ang frowned. "What are you all standing around for? Get to work!"
Only then did the craftsmen snap back to their senses and hurriedly get moving. Yet their impression of Ang had quietly changed. They had originally thought he was merely an ordinary border noble, perhaps with enough savings to pay them high wages. But now, it seemed this young baron was not only a noble, but also a mage! To ordinary people, mages were both mysterious and wealthy, far beyond the reach of ordinary nobles.
While working, one craftsman quietly said to Dusha beside him, "Dusha, this lord is no ordinary man. He's actually a mage... and he spends so freely, with such grand plans. Maybe this town really can be built."
Dusha did