The fire outside the castle, in the residential district, had already been put out. Five Level 3 Residential Houses had been burned down in total. Fortunately, no villagers had been injured or killed. Naturally, the villagers' loyalty had dropped by a large margin again.
However, none of that was a problem. With craftsmen around, the houses could be rebuilt in a dozen or so days. Moreover, the ones rebuilt this time would be Level 4 Residential Houses, with better comfort. The prosperity and loyalty they increased would also be higher.
It was worth mentioning that the five craftsmen responsible for construction and repairs in the village had all reached 300 points in skill proficiency. As long as they broke through to 350 points, they would be able to build Level 5 Residential Houses. The loyalty and prosperity provided by those houses would be the highest.
At this time, Zhang Yang did not hurry to inspect the gains and losses from this battle. Instead, he went straight to the Training Ground. If his judgment was correct, that instructor, Qin Ge, should have been a powerful existence no weaker than a three-star hero. But that was strange. Could an instructor attached to a building really be that strong?
Carrying his doubts, he entered the Training Ground. It was very quiet. In one corner lay a large number of wooden swords, wooden shields, wooden spears, and longbows for training, all arranged in perfect order.
In another corner stood the little house where the instructor lived. A wooden chair sat in front of the door. Whenever he had nothing to do, that fellow seemed to like lying there and basking in the sun.
But there was no sign of him now.
Zhang Yang walked to the door, knocked, and received no answer. He pushed