This concept is really too unfamiliar and distant to these Westeros natives.
Suleiman was a little strange and silent:
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How come this woman seems to have really lived in the mountain, and she even knows this.
"Excrement?" Bana's expression was a little strange. "You mean...:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: What else should we build specifically for going to the toilet?"
"That's right!" Evelyn's answer was decisive. "Before we start construction! We must plan two systems first!"
"One set is the water supply canal! The clean water source from the stream on the High Mountains is directly introduced into various areas of the city! Then it flows out of the mountain and merges into the river!"
"The other set! It's a drainage ditch! Drain all domestic sewage and rainwater out of the city! Stay away from our residential area!"
"We also need to set up public toilets! And provide special garbage dumping points! Regularly clean up outside the city!"
"More importantly! We must build other secret passages for reinforcements to enter! Withdraw from the mountain! And retreat into the High Mountains!"
"This is the lifeline that keeps us all alive!"
There was dead silence in Council Chamber.
Lushen, Bana, Roslyn, these men who are wallowing in the battlefield and in the ledger have no brains with any cultural background.
My mind went blank at this moment.
They can understand high walls and arrow towers, but they are completely unable to understand the details of construction inside the mountain, and why so much energy is spent on feces and sewage. This sounds like a fantasy.
Everyone's eyes finally focused on Suleiman. Suleiman remained silent. He just looked at Evelyn's drawings repeatedly, and then stared at the woman. His eyes became brighter and brighter, and the way he looked at Evelyn made the courtiers who didn't know Evelyn's original appearance feel chilled. They really didn't expect that their master Suleiman liked this tone.
Genius! Genius! Genius design! Maxima! The real Maxima!! Suleiman comes from a world with a complete urban system! He knows better than anyone else the value of Evelyn's words and this drawing! What this woman has!
It is knowledge and foresight that surpasses this era for hundreds of years! No! It surpasses the Westeros natives for thousands of years!
I picked up a really good horse!!!
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Suleiman slapped his palm heavily on the parchment paper Evelyn had depicting the grand blueprint.
"Just follow the drawing plan of Evelyn!!!!!!"
His voice was not loud, but it carried an unshakable power and echoed in Council Chamber:
"From today on! She will be solely responsible for the planning of the construction of Military Fort! All of you! You must cooperate with her unconditionally!"
Suleiman's eyes scanned the crowd sharply, Lushen Roslyn's excitement, Bana's surprise, Olivier remained silent, all in sight.
And Evelyn stood there silently, with her perfect chest rising and falling violently, breathing in the fragrance, and could no longer say a word.
At night.
Evelyn slowly walked up the spiraling stone steps. The sound of her footsteps was very clear in the empty tower, but the speed of her footsteps showed her inner panic. She was summoned by Suleiman. She talked too much during the day.
Evelyn stood in front of the door for a long time, and finally pushed open the heavy oak door. Only a few solitary candles were lit in the room. The candlelight was swaying slightly, casting Suleiman's figure on the stone wall behind.
Suleiman did not sit on the lord's chair that symbolized power, but stood at a long table covered with drawings, looking at his own drawings carefully.
Evelyn's heart skipped a beat. She stepped forward and bowed slightly, but her eyes were involuntarily attracted to the drawings on the table.
That was the structural diagram of the underground fortress that she drew. Every line and every mark was made by her hand. Suleiman didn't speak, just looked at the drawing quietly, but it gave her immense pressure.
Finally Suleiman raised his head and looked at her silently.
"Evelyn." Suleiman finally spoke. His voice was not loud, but it was like a stone thrown into a deep well, stirring up echoes. "There is no one else here now. I want to know, who are you?"
Evelyn's body stiffened instantly, and she subconsciously put her hands behind her back, her knuckles turning white with force.
She raised her head and met those inquiring eyes. A high wall of vigilance was built in her blue eyes.
Suleiman didn't give her a chance to breathe. He stretched out his fingers and tapped lightly on the drawing:
"I'm afraid even Citadel's bachelors don't know the contents of these buildings inside the mountain, or have even heard of them."
"And your map-drawing skills are too precise, and your understanding of scale and terrain is too perfect."
"You have drawn pictures for great nobles."
Evelyn's breathing became a little rapid. She pursed her lips tightly and said nothing. She felt that her throat was dry, and she could even feel her heart pounding violently in her chest.
"Finally." Suleiman's voice became lower. "Your so-called father, Olivier."
"His ability to manage the castle and dispatch the supplies needed by thousands of people, and his control over the process, far exceeds the knowledge reserve of a small noble serving in remote areas."
"Tell me and I will protect you."
The room fell into dead silence, but the silence made the woman feel like it was constantly beating on her tense nerves.
Denial is meaningless, escaping is even more impossible. In this castle controlled by him, she has nowhere to escape.
Countless thoughts flashed through her mind, each leading to an unknown future. After a long silence, Evelyn finally took a slow, deep breath.
"Sir Suleiman," her voice had an imperceptible hoarseness, "You are right, we are not from Westeros."
"My family comes from Essos."
Suleiman didn't speak, just looked at her quietly, wanting to see what she could say, and motioned for her to continue.
She lowered her eyes and avoided Suleiman's direct gaze!
"My ancestors were obsessed with studying the ruins and technology of Old Valyria."
"My family believes that the greatness of Valyria lies not only in their ability to control dragons, but also in their creation of unprecedented technology."
"The knowledge you see here is not my genius alone. It comes from the knowledge accumulated by my family for generations and from our research on...::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::... The research on the remains of ancient civilizations."
"Knowledge about architecture, traps, public health, and even materials all comes from the interpretation and restoration of that great civilization."
She lowered her head and stopped talking, waiting for Suleiman's answer.
This explanation is perfect. In Westeros, any technology and knowledge that transcends the times can be explained by the mysterious word Old Valyria, which is synonymous with magic, power and lost technology.
Suleiman was silent. He knew that this woman was telling lies, and he had already guessed her identity and origin.
Suleiman slowly left the long table, walked step by step in front of Evelyn, until they were face to face, raised her head, and looked at him:
"I don't care what your past has been."
"I don't care how powerful your enemy is."
"Since you don't want to say it, I won't force you."
"Your knowledge is very useful to me."
"I will protect you until the end of Long Night."
Suleiman knows the value of this woman very well. This woman's knowledge of architectural design underground and in the mountains is too weird and ingenious. In the medieval world of Westeros, her value can truly be equivalent to one person who can stop a million troops. Even a giant dragon can't do anything to him. As long as it is built, he can defend it until his death.
These things are really terrible, including aqueducts, underground drainage systems, isolated livestock areas, and even primitive pipeline designs that use mountain temperature differences to adjust the mountain's internal temperature, fish farming in underground rivers, and even primitive cold storage designs.
Evelyn raised his head and looked into Suleiman's eyes. The blue eyes reflected the young man's figure with sparkling light.
Suleiman didn't care what she thought, he just talked to himself, like an unquestionable promise and agreement:
"As long as you remain loyal to me, these new mountain fortresses will be your eternal refuge."
The woman looked at the seriousness in the young man's eyes, and her body, which had always been tight and straight, finally felt a little bit unnoticeable.
The fear and uneasiness that had been with me for a long time seemed to be temporarily isolated by the promise in this bedroom at this moment.
She looked at the young lord in front of her. This young man was much younger than her, but possessed maturity and ambition that belied his age.
She knew that if she agreed, her life would be completely tied to him.
Evelyn Slowly and solemnly, she bent down, which was a standard and elegant etiquette for a lady.
Her voice was clear and deep, echoing in the quiet room.
"As you wish, my little master."