Louis had settled the matter of food for the start of spring and thought it was time to address the other problems.
Yet the "winter disaster" foretold by the Daily Intelligence System still hung over him like a sword that had yet to fall.
The intelligence had not specified what would happen, mentioning only that "the evil beings nurtured by the Snow Oath are beginning to stir."
It had also stated that this crisis would sweep across the entire Northern Frontier that winter, rivaling the Great Rebellion two years earlier.
If the Snow Oath really has summoned something... whether it's a beast or a monster, I need to be fully prepared.
"Of course, if it really is an evil god..." He looked up at the sky beyond the window. "Then I'm getting the hell out."
Having received nine years of compulsory education, he had little faith in gods, even after coming to this fantasy world.
If they were useful, he would offer them a prayer. If they were useless, they were frauds.
And if they threatened him, they were evil monsters that needed to be eliminated.
He was not arrogant. Deep down, he had long since prepared himself for the worst.
To prepare for that moment, he needed to establish a defensive line for his fief before disaster struck-one that could shelter people and hold monsters at bay.
To face this potential catastrophe, he summoned Mike, the Red Tide Fief's most seasoned master craftsman and its chief castle engineer.
"We already have experience building Tulou. I want to build two more in the Red Tide Fief." Louis unfolded a map and pointed to the five fiefs. "And build at least one basic Tulou in each of the other five camps..."
"Like Red Tide Castle?" Mike raised his eyebrows.
"A little