Wester had grown despondent, though not because of Medivh.
He was despondent because the question of Earl Hobarton's successor had already been settled. A young Third-Rank Knight had emerged out of nowhere, just as Rhine once had, and taken everything from him.
The schemes and connections he had once prided himself on had been shattered by the sudden arrival of the young knight.
He had long since stopped caring about Medivh. It had turned out that even without Medivh, another genius would come along and take everything from him.
Watching the despondent Wester, Draven and the other elders shook their heads in disappointment.
Wester had focused too much on power plays and neglected the fundamentals. He had been stuck at Second-Rank Knight for so many years. How could the Elder Council entrust him with leading the family?
He was good at scheming, which suited a counselor, but the Hobarton Family needed a lion to lead it.
"Lay a solid foundation and stockpile materials. Once the Pioneers from Gevot arrive, we'll continue expanding outward."
After seeing Agansa off, Medivh spread out a map of Kurd City and began planning the next step.
Kurd City had been attracting a lot of attention lately. Medivh had kept a lid on the pace of expansion and built no new districts, only reclaiming a ring of farmland outside the city.
He didn't want to draw the attention of the Orc Empire.
He planned to wait until the Pioneers from Gevot arrived and drew attention elsewhere before building high walls and claiming more land.
With a storm gathering, Medivh finished his plans and continued refining Resurrected Skeletons, increasing Kurd City's combat-ready forces.
Time passed quickly, and before he knew it, early February had arrived.
After two straight months of intense refinement and resurrection, Kurd City had