"It's so wonderful that your insights should be written on paper and bound in a gold-inlaid book."

Burke spared no words of praise.

"That won't work," Ken smiled and shook his head. "The kingdom's counselors will say I'm ambitious and send you to the gallows."

"Hey, if you don't have a job, you can come to Nolin to give lectures."

He was quite excited at this time.

As an expert who has been immersed in "town planning" for many years, Burke Bartley has designed many fortresses and cities, and has also studied the architectural styles of elves and dwarves, and is well aware of the most outstanding aspects of this job.

That is "developmental"!

As time goes by, population and economic growth, the original plan may be changed or even overturned. In reality, countless buildings will be demolished and expanded.

a waste of resource.

When a kingdom divides city-states, there will definitely be a designer on the accompanying staff team.

They tried their best to make the lord's fortress become the core, the expansion direction of the surrounding houses will not affect the pattern, and the roads can continue to extend outward according to the degree of prosperity.

The supply of consumables and water, the distance between streets and military camps.

The most important thing is, if the building is upgraded and renovated, can it still maintain its original balance? How much space is most appropriate to reserve?

"Perhaps I am too arrogant to propose such a hasty plan to you."

Burke held up the gold medal on his chest and showed a respectful gesture only used among wise men.

His original plan was to create a line of defense for this small village, using forest land as raw materials, and the project could be carried out without excessive transportation.

but!

Ken pointed out the problem immediately:

This plan directly killed the possibility of village development, and Santon Kaya could never surpass the scale of its heyday.

Then he put forward another idea, which is not fixed defense, focusing on flexibility and repairability, which can facilitate the entry and exit of the army, and can plug the loopholes in time after being damaged.

Ken pointed at the drawings and continued to extend the scope of the design...

"If the population exceeds a thousand and the number of housing is not enough, demolish the original part and design a second layer of defense, which can be upgraded to a stone wall. If it continues to expand, it can even be turned into a steel city wall!"

Burke looked at the other person from the top of his glasses to confirm that this was not a joke.

Ken continued to point on the stick map.

His road lines will never be deleted and can continue to be extended no matter how much the population expands.

Places were circled one by one.

"Land, market, residence, administrative area, rescue center, occult research institute, livestock farm..."

Progressive layer by layer and clear organization.

The new buildings added at each stage of development, the resources they will use, their origins and transportation directions are all explained clearly.

He even plans to blast open the ice and build a port!

No wonder he is said to be ambitious...

This man's foresight transcended the times. He stood in these ruins and planned a behemoth that would influence the northern border, outlining the framework of a magnificent kingdom out of thin air.

Burke paced excitedly.

Being involved in a design like this, even if it can't be realized, can be exciting and sleepless.

"Mr. Ken, you must tell me, is this idea a reference to an ancient kingdom, or is it an excerpt from Proverbs?"

"Well……"

Ken couldn't understand his excitement. He scratched his head and recalled with far-reaching eyes:

"I can't explain it. It only exists in my dreams. In a country with a population beyond imagination, this kind of basic planning starts with hundreds of thousands of residents."

Burke Bartley raised his arms.

After reading through historical documents, he asserted: "Absolutely impossible. Which race can create such a miracle?"

…

After nightfall, there was a knock on Burke's cabin.

"Teacher, haven't you had a rest yet?"

Mag, with wet hair, opened the door and walked in. She passed by and found that the lights were still on, so she knew that the teacher had started a new design.

"I hope I didn't disturb your work."

"How could it be possible? Nolin's Tulip, let me borrow your clever head to take a look. I dare say that there are many ideas in it that will be recorded in history."

Burke gave up his seat, leaving the full cup of strong tea on the table untouched.

Mag lifted her hair and leaned over. She was mesmerized by the sight. Even though she was mentally prepared, she was still surprised by the thoroughness of it.

"Well, teacher, is this a sample of a house? It's so beautiful."

Burke nodded, and there were even specific reserved spaces and drainage channels, which were both hygienic and artistic.

"I think under his governance, Santonkaya will become the most interesting village in the north."

Mag pinched her wet hair and said.

Ken set up public bathrooms at both ends of the residential area. On frosty and snowy days, there was a constant supply of steam and hot water was freely available indoors.

The ladies never thought that they could have such enjoyment in the wilderness.

"Teacher, do you want to write a letter?" She saw the letter paper placed on the corner of the table, as well as the wax oil and fire paint made with secret techniques.

I glanced up and looked up, and there were a few big words on it: King Qiao Xiuer.

"Yes, I want to introduce this talent to the kingdom. All scholars and magicians should come to gain knowledge."

Burke looked thoughtful.

"He's not fit to be in Palotose."

Mag also supports this view. After all, judging from the available information, this impoverished Zhan Jing is very ambitious.

Sooner or later Santon Kaya will enter the vision of the big tribes.

The high wall demarcates not only the borders of Palotuspi, but also the cultural traditions, religious beliefs, magic systems, and...

"Old God."

If some extreme and traditional people were to know that a southern face had become the war cry of a tribe, he would be nailed at the center of the conflict and subjected to the confrontation between the two forces.

The reason why Mag and her teacher are here.

Because of the "rumors of ruins" in the Red Maple Highlands, such events attracted many kingdoms and forces, and crowds of people flocked to the area, driving the prosperity of the surrounding areas.

And behind this incident is a man who stands at the top of the northern border - Fulenganduo.

He is an old half-orc who is old-fashioned and cruel. He serves Shujis and conquered the surrounding areas of the Red Maple Highlands with thunderous means. He is in charge of the tribe with the most extensive territory.

"Ken wants to build such a huge empire under his nose?"

The room fell into silence.

"Oh my god," Mag patted his head, shook his head and laughed at himself: "What was I thinking? He has less than ten soldiers under his command now."

Burke blinked, suddenly surprised that he had fallen into that strange circle.

"Hey, I think too much, I think too much."

He stepped forward and put away the letter paper and wax paint. Fortunately, he didn't write anything. Otherwise, how could he explain to the king of Nolin? Your Majesty, he was very poor, but he wanted to create a miracle.

The other party will feel that they have been cursed, or that their brains have been poisoned by a wizard!

"We have to stay for a while and wait until the renovation is completed before heading to Red Maple Highlands. Anyway, the specific opening date will be next month."

Burke said that this design needs time to examine.

He looked up at his smartest student and asked suddenly, "By the way, why don't you rest?"

Mag looked helpless and pointed out the window.

"Would you like to hear it?"
Chapter completed!