Louis draped in an overcoat, walked out of the castle's main gate.
The compacted dirt road underfoot stretched outwards from the central square.
Houses clustered tightly together, while campfires and chimney smoke swayed in the cold wind, sketching a lively scene.
This was no longer just that simple camp.
The residential area of the Red Tide Territory expanded outward from the castle like ripples, with streets, markets, warehouses, workshops...
Everything was growing rapidly.
He could clearly sense that this place was faintly taking the shape of a town.
Perhaps with further development next year, it could be called Red Tide City.
And as the population grows, the territory's prosperity might also attract potential coveters.
Perhaps it was time to start building a simple city wall.
He silently noted down this plan in his heart.
From afar, Louis saw a cloud of dust rising, with a team of knights approaching.
Leading them was a chubby youth on a black-maned horse.
