"Forward, forward... Good! Put it there!"
The merchant directed the Orcs to stack wooden crates full of goods in the Warehouse.
Not far away, workers erected scaffolding outside the Theater. They painted the exterior walls, replaced the floor tiles, and renovated Commercial Street with gusto.
The Stuart Family's Blood Slaves patrolled the perimeter, keeping curious Vampires away.
They would serve as Guards for a long time to come. The Blacksmith Shop had yet to finish the silver-plated bullets, and the Magic Cannons couldn't hit fast-moving Vampires, so there was no need to station the Musket Corps here.
"Lord Annan, the Theater will be ready to open within three days!"
The worker Captain, who had retired after losing three fingers in the war against the Mad Dog Duke, had a strong cavalryman’s air about him as he assured Annan.
"Good work." Annan nodded.
The worker Captain returned to his crew, where the workers were joking around.
"Boss, if we work at night, do we get overtime pay?" one worker teased, pointing at the Full Moon overhead.
"Get lost!"
"Hehehehe..."
Elsewhere, workers crouched over uneven paving stones, chipping them flat as they chatted.
"Incredible. Those Vampires are actually protecting us... When do you think our Commercial Street will expand into Hell?"
"Hasn't it already?" said a worker who knew a little of the inside story. "A Goblin who's a good friend of the grandson of the father of Miss Evelyn's neighbor's wife said even Devils have taken a liking to The Mage Tower's Fall."
"I mean us setting up shop in Hell," the worker said wistfully.
"You must be crazy. The rivers in Hell are lava. What would you drink there?"
"We wouldn't necessarily have to go ourselves." The worker shrugged. "Maybe Lord Annan will trick a bunch of Fire Elementals into