You Truly Are a Genius

When she had nothing to do, Audrey liked to rest her chin on her hands, leaning over the table to watch Medivh work.

"Medivh, you're a genius. I had no idea you had such deep knowledge of clothing!"

Seeing one set after another of ornate or simple clothing designs come to life on the page, Audrey couldn't help but praise him.

In her eyes, Medivh was an all-around genius—city planning, agricultural facilities, all kinds of workshops—he handled everything with ease.

Medivh's cooking was excellent, and he even had profound insight into fashion.

Faced with her praise, Medivh smiled without a word. One couldn't become a seasoned archaeologist without a broad range of knowledge.

In his past life's archaeological work, he had dabbled in knowledge from all fields and conducted in-depth research in several disciplines.

Medivh could handle simple needlework, but he was by no means a qualified tailor.

Professionals should handle professional matters, so he tossed the clothing designs to the Skeleton Tailors and let them cut the garments.

"Wow, what a beautiful dress!"

After changing into the gown Medivh handed her, Audrey spun around in delight.

For over a year, Audrey had worn shoddy clothes bought on the fly at Winter Fortress. Her splendid dress had been carefully stored away, only brought out on special occasions for Medivh to see.

When conditions were poor, she never complained, never brought up the issue with Medivh.

No girl doesn't love beauty. When conditions allowed, she naturally cared about elegant dresses, especially since this one was personally designed and given to her by Medivh.

Medivh appreciated that about her—she never acted coy when it wasn't called for.

On the battlefield, she was a qualified warrior. When resources were scarce, she could share hardship with Medivh. She didn't complain when things were bad, and when things improved, she gladly enjoyed life alongside him.

"Medivh, it's private dance time now!"

Lifting her skirt and spinning a few times, a special light flickered in Audrey's eyes.

Her mind was full of all kinds of wonderful fantasies. Without Medivh even prompting her, she came up with all sorts of great ideas, making full use of the gown's value and giving Medivh a pleasant afternoon.

Before long, the Cat-girls of the High Tower Castle changed into matching dresses.

It had to be said, black-and-white maid outfits were a perfect match for Cat-girls. The butterfly hair clips pinned beside their cat ears added an extra touch of charm, making one feel more inclined to err.

After dressing Audrey and the Cat-girls in new clothes, Medivh felt something was missing when he enjoyed the view.

Beautiful legs without stockings were such a waste. The blueprint for an improved loom had already formed in his mind.

The fabric purchased from the Gewalt Federation wasn't suitable for making stockings or other special garments.

To be honest, the quality of that fabric was mediocre. Medivh planned to start from the basics and develop Kurd's textile industry.

Skeletons picking cotton, skeletons spinning and dyeing cloth, skeletons working sewing machines—that image would certainly be amusing!

In the future, Kurd would have rows of sweatshops.

Pfft, don't talk nonsense. I have no blood, I don't sweat—I'm a little skeleton working diligently twenty-four hours a day!

I have no limits; it's the machine that holds me back.

If the sewing machine didn't have its limits, I could stomp it until it smoked.

In the blink of an eye, it had already been over two months since the Spirit Cat Tribe migrated to Kurd.

As the new year arrived, Medivh stood atop the No. 1 High Tower Castle, overlooking Kurd's development.

The No. 1 High Tower Castle was a landmark building, the tallest structure in Kurd at twenty-four meters high.

Next came the No. 1 Nine-Grid District, whose city walls were all sixteen meters tall.

Then came the first ring of Nine-Grid Districts. Among them, Districts No. 2 through No. 5 had walls eight meters high. Districts No. 6 and No. 7, still under construction, had walls rising to five meters. Districts No. 8 and No. 9, just starting construction, had walls only one meter tall.

Finally, there was the second ring of Nine-Grid Districts. The sixteen districts in this ring had only their foundations laid, with no walls yet stacked.

It was currently spring plowing season in Kurd. The skeletons were working in the Farmland District, sowing seeds and seedlings of various crops.

Of course, Medivh hadn't forgotten his old trade. From time to time, Skeleton Caravans transporting bones returned from afar—they were excavation teams he had sent out.

The intelligence provided by the Spirit Cat Tribe was very useful. Over the past two months, Kurd had excavated several Ancient Battlefields, reaping a large batch of high-quality Green Bones.

Play was play, but Medivh's work ethic was beyond reproach.

During this period, he had resurrected twenty-two Green Bone Spirit Cat Warriors, three Green Bone Spirit Cat Warlocks, forty-five Green Bone Orc Berserkers, six Green Bone Orc Prophets, fifty-six Flame Skeleton Knights, twenty-four Earth Skeleton Knights, three Flame Skeleton Mages, two Frost Skeleton Mages, and one Storm Skeleton Mage.

Being able to resurrect so many transcendent Green Bone Skeletons was thanks to the intelligence from the Spirit Cat Tribe. Medivh had found an Ancient Battlefield where the Orc Empire and the Gewalt Federation had once clashed.

A fierce battle had erupted there, and many transcendents from both the orcs and humans had died.

The Spirit Cat Skeletons came from the corpses left behind by the Spirit Cat Tribe during their migration.

Those six Skeleton Mages had brought Kurd a fair amount of magical inheritance. Medivh had learned several more general spells.

More importantly, there was the accumulation of magical knowledge. Medivh could now use magical techniques like spirit contracts, along with knowledge from magical disciplines like potion-making and alchemy.

What surprised Medivh quite a bit was that several Flame Skeleton Knights carried the middle volume of the Flame Battle Qi Breathing Technique, and one Earth Skeleton Knight carried the middle volume of the Earth Battle Qi Breathing Technique.

Without a doubt, that Ancient Battlefield was left over from a major battle during the Odyssey War, where the Gewalt Federation had lost many important figures.

If conditions allowed, noble families would transport their knights' remains back to the family cemetery for burial.

Back then, the situation must have been chaotic. Some noble corpses had never been recovered.

The orcs also suffered heavy losses, and Kurd's curse techniques had increased by several more types.

Medivh wasn't only focused on resurrecting Transcendental Skeletons; over these two months, he had also resurrected a large number of Common Skeletons. Among them were 1,576 Grey Bone Skeletons, 692 White Bone Skeletons, and 635 Green Bone Skeletons.

The high proportion of ordinary Green Bone Skeletons was thanks to the soldier skeletons excavated from that Ancient Battlefield.

In the Underground Warehouse of No. 1 High Tower Castle, there were still tens of thousands of soldier skeletons unearthed from that Ancient Battlefield.

For the next few months, Medivh wouldn't lack casting materials.

Over these two months, all the Magic Beast Blood handed over by the Big-Horned Oxen was given to the Skeleton Mages, allowing five Green Bone Mages to advance to the first tier.

The reason it was five was that the Skeleton Farmers had raised them so well that the Big-Horned Ox herd had gained a few more magical beasts.

To repay Kurd's support, the Big-Horned Ox magical beasts cheerfully donated blood.

Compared to when they first arrived at Kurd, the Big-Horned Ox herd had grown considerably.

Currently, the herd consisted of 134 Big-Horned Oxen, eight of which were first-tier magical beasts.

Without affecting their growth, every two and a half Big-Horned Ox magical beasts could supply one Green Bone Skeleton per month, allowing it to bathe in Magic Beast Blood and awaken Bone Spirit Power.

Good cattle deserve good feed. The Skeleton Farmers diligently tended to the Big-Horned Ox herd, hoping to cultivate more Big-Horned Ox magical beasts.