John ultimately withdrew the only remaining letter of intent, still somewhat hesitant.
Because Anna had secretly told him that although this territory called Minas Tirith was indeed in its pioneering stage, when her brother, sister, and the Silvermoon immigrants had first arrived, this place had not even begun to be developed.
This news was undoubtedly a tremendous shock to John.
Because one of his ancestors had been a knight who had fled from Cormanthor.
To preserve the last shred of dignity befitting a noble, he had ultimately chosen to become a pioneering knight, leading more than a dozen Tribe Members and several dozen refugees willing to follow him to reclaim wilderness outside Silvermoon City and establish their own village.
Yet pioneering knights like that often spent their entire lives tending their own little patch of land, only to end up with a village of a few hundred people at most—the so-called knightly fief.
In his mind, a pioneering territory with nearly twenty thousand people, one that had even built such a towering city wall to the north, must have been under development for several years, if not more than a decade.
And that was assuming the elf named Levis had originally been a great lord with ample resources.
If it was truly as little Anna had said—if such a flourishing territory was the result of merely four months of development—
Then it was nothing short of a miracle!
A simple comparison made it clear.
The present-day Pearl of the North, Silvermoon City, had only grown from several small farms surrounding the Silvermoon Tavern in the year 384 of the Valley Calendar.
And had Mage True Silver not arrived with his nine apprentices and settled there in 627, it might have remained Silvermoon Village forever rather than becoming Silvermoon City.
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