Eagle's Beak had changed completely.
Ever since the first shipment of grain and daily necessities from Sunhouse had arrived a month and a half ago, the territory's greatest crisis had been thoroughly resolved.
And with sufficient food supplies, Steward Gavin had immediately begun hiring Wildlings in large numbers to build up the territory, following Samwell's instructions before he left.
Food and lodging were provided, along with work points.
Tempted by such terms, more and more Wildlings gathered at Eagle's Beak. The prisoner camp, now renamed the labor camp, had surged from its initial thousand people to nearly four thousand.
The territory's development had instantly entered the fast lane.
The defensive fortifications at the valley entrance had been fully completed. Three layers of wooden palisades and four mutually supporting watchtowers had turned the place into a small fortress as secure as iron. Neat rows of wooden houses had appeared throughout the valley, while the lord's castle, thanks to the diligent Wildling laborers, had already had its foundations laid.
In addition, Gavin had gathered more than three hundred Wildling women and put them to work brewing brandy.
The harvesting, washing, fermenting, distilling, and storing of wild grapes, among other processes, had gradually fallen into order thanks to the ample workforce.
The Wildlings had also cleared a large plot of land on the open ground near the valley entrance and begun planting wild grapes, laying the foundation for large-scale brewing in the future.
Though dusk was approaching, Eagle's Beak was still a scene of bustling activity.
On a hill near the beach, a handsome middle-aged man was observing everything within the territory with great interest.
His dark hair was streaked with gray, and his gray-green eyes seemed capable of seeing through people's hearts. The carefully groomed little goatee on his chin further accentuated