Morning sunlight spilled over the Construction Site, and the air carried the fresh scent of new building materials. Ang stood in the center of the baron's manor construction site, holding a small brush as he carefully filled the magic array's runes with solvent. His movements were meticulous, every drop seeping precisely into the engraved lines and giving off a faint glow, as if the runes were slowly awakening.
Just then, Dusha's voice came from afar, accompanied by hurried footsteps.
"My lord! I'm back!" Dusha hurried to Ang's side, excitement written across his face.
Ang set down his tools and looked up at him. "Dusha, you've worked hard. How did it go this time?"
Dusha wiped the sweat from his forehead and replied eagerly, "My lord, I've gone through every town. This time, I recruited more than seventy craftsmen. Pretty much everyone willing to come has come. I'm afraid we won't be able to find many more."
Hearing this, Ang smiled with satisfaction. "Well done, Dusha. You've helped me tremendously. Without you, construction in the North Wind Territory could never have progressed this quickly."
Dusha scratched his head sheepishly. "My lord, it was only my duty."
Ang looked at him, then suddenly smiled. "Dusha, would you be interested in officially joining the North Wind Territory? I hope you can become one of us."
Dusha froze for a moment before breaking into a delighted expression. "My lord, of course I would! To tell you the truth, my wife was recruited into the territory long ago. She works as a cook in the kitchen now."
Ang laughed heartily. "Good. So you already have family here. That gives you even less reason to refuse. Aisha!"
Aisha came over at his call. "Brother, what is it?"
"Prepare household registration and identification documents for Dusha and