The townspeople of Frostwind Town were amazed by the prosperity of this territory.
Even the young noble, Yorun Green, was deeply captivated by the sight before him.
His eyes scanned over the orderly constructions within the territory, the neatly planned streets and facilities, and an indescribable excitement welled up in his heart.
All this indicated that this territory was different from others.
In contrast to the wild development of other Survivors Lords, everything here was so orderly, pleasing to the eyes, and full of a sense of security.
In a simple word, this place seemed more civilized, like a city of hope rising from chaos.
Yorun couldn't help but clench his fists, a passionate fire gradually igniting in his eyes.
He thought to himself, "A territory like this is the ideal place I've always dreamed of and longed to establish."
"If I could take root here and participate in the territory's construction, I'm sure I could apply all the knowledge I've learned from books."
