Early August.
The height of summer had arrived. Reclamation across Blackfire Land was in full swing, all the standing water in Thunder Marsh had receded, and the broken Ice Cap across the snowfields between the three Warm Enclaves was steadily melting.
The melting was far faster than expected.
This was clearly the influence of the Torrent Scale Tower. The Torrent Dragon could use the Torrent Scale Tower to spy on Russell's secrets.
But the Torrent Dragon's power inevitably radiated into the area around Thunder Marsh as well, accelerating the resonance between the Warm Enclaves.
"At this rate, by next year, the three Warm Enclaves will have completely merged into one." His elder brother Roland rode atop the Nightmare Ghost Horse and said excitedly, "We should thank the Torrent Dragon. Once the territory has fully merged, reclamation will be much easier."
"We certainly should thank the Torrent Dragon." Russell chuckled. "Of course, you've worked hard during this time too, Brother."
"Haha, we're family. Why talk about working hard?" Roland had grown increasingly mature since his marriage.
Perhaps he had suffered too many setbacks. In any case, he had now completely found his place.
He no longer yearned to ride a dragon or accomplish some grand undertaking. All he wanted was to build up the family's three territories and turn them into a foundation that the Fluorite Mushroom Family could pass down for generations.
It could be said that Roland had now become a qualified noble heir.
"This year's Serf Trade must continue as well. Brother, keep half of my cigar trade profits to maintain the territorial reclamation, and use all the rest to buy serfs for me," Russell said. The cigar trade was bringing in money by the day.
He was not a miser, so whenever he made money, he invested