This chapter is an extra update for the ten-thousand reward from "A Salted Fish of One Hundred Thousand Years."
December, January, and February on Flame Island were winter. Although the cold, dry climate halted plant growth, it was a rare prime season for construction.
With no rain for long periods, the ground remained dry. Taking advantage of this window, Tinder City and the settlements around the Great Whirlpool River sprang up one after another. Stilted wooden houses and stone administrative buildings rose everywhere. Every settlement was planned with the goal of becoming a small town, waiting for residents to move in.
All the towns belonged to Liszt personally.
Across Flame Island's vast expanse of more than three million square kilometers, only the nobles of the Burning Legion could receive fiefs. No other nobles would be granted lands here. The archipelago still had numerous large and small islands, enough to enfeoff his followers—merit came too quickly, so naturally the fiefs would not be very good.
Basically, the titles and military achievements of his followers did not match. More often than not, Liszt had forcibly found excuses to hand out military merit in order to promote them.
Everyone understood this perfectly well, so naturally no one cared whether their fiefs were barren or fertile.
Take Cross Sea Buckthorn, for instance. After crossing the Great Whirlpool once, he was promoted from viscount to count. Such an enormous reward had already filled him with delight; even if he were given a desert as his fief, he would be too embarrassed to complain.
Riding on the Invisible Dragon's back, with A Ke aboard as well, Liszt moved through the material boundary as he inspected his territory.
"We still lack people—especially a core class of knights. Although the Knight Academy has been training young