The Undead had never planned to tear the palace down at first... They were used to looting houses and rummaging through everything, but even they couldn't match the people of Toril, who wouldn't leave a single brick behind.
If the prince had been talking to Young Master, he probably wouldn't have given it a second thought. But Lu Huayu, who had taken precautions and returned to the carriage, was different.
The chief steward had learned enough from the prince's words. As someone who could squeeze oil from stone and fish money out of rivers, he understood almost instantly how big this deal was.
One brick could sell for five gold coins... And that was the purchase price!
He couldn't help glancing at the palace on the mountaintop. It wasn't exactly luxurious, but surely it held tens of millions of bricks?
Lu Huayu thought it over and knew he couldn't keep this quiet. At most, he could have his people collect the bricks blown loose once they went up.
Tearing down walls was a big job, so he would have to tell Old Dog. He didn't have many earth-element mages on hand. Their boss only liked professions that looked imposing and fought with flair; ones that could fill the sky with fireworks during a date were even better.
Whatever Old Dog arranged after that was none of his business.
It was enough for his own people to feel that he had brought them some benefit.
Lu Huayu smiled at Imbutu's crown prince and decided that good deeds really were rewarded. If he hadn't wanted to keep the man alive, he would never have headed up the mountain or heard this wonderful news.
The experience and merit from the assignment to host the crown prince were already decent anyway. He was quite