21st Century Archmage

Chapter 87: Theres No Such Thing as Free

Translator: Lei

Proofreader: Imagine

‘First, we have to construct long roads in every direction, and then we have to build a few bridges. Then, well make defensive bases in important places, mid-sized cities as well as the smaller cities and villages connected to them, and set up administration to govern them.

As if my sweet break was naught but a memory, once I returned to the territory, I had to tackle various problems. I didnt know how other kingdoms or territories handled this sort of stuff, but I intended to build the conveniences I enjoyed on Earth here in this territory.

‘The top priority is road construction.

If I had trucks and other various machinery, road construction would be done in a jiffy—there were no real mountains to speak of, so all you had to do was put a ruler down and draw a long line, but the problem was that our construction equipment was pretty shoddy.

Soon, the fairly harsh winter would arrive. I wanted to finish a rough outline of the roads before winter, if possible.

‘This year is crucial. The Laviter Empire and the Havis Kingdom are the biggest problems.

But I didnt have any regrets. If they were enemies I would have to butt heads with one day anyway, squaring off with them was merely the law of cause and effect.

Swooooooooosh.

The winds were already changing. Instead of carrying hot sunlight, the winds were now rushing through the skies with a cool touch.

Guooooooooooo!

I gave orders for the basic matters and went out on patrol without time to rest. Flying high above Denfors, I looked around for good places for roads and salt fields on the shore.

‘Shall I give it a try?

I was thinking about roads that could be built in a short period of time and suddenly thought of a certain spell and spirit. I didnt have the advanced technology of the 21st century at my disposal, but I did have an ability granted by the gods.

“Bebeto, land.”

Guooooo!

Swooooooooosh.

‘Woah, woah! Take it easy. Youre not a kite, dude.

He wasnt even in his stormy adolescence, but these days, Bebeto had fun being wild. In response to my command to land, he folded his wings and began to plummet.

‘Is this a threat to find him a wife?

Intense windforce crashed into my face and body. Bebeto expressed whatever unhappy complaints he had with his entire body.

Swooooosh.

Flap flap flap flap flap.

After dropping like a stone until we were just 10 meters above ground, Bebeto stretched out his wings and landed light on his feet.

GUOOOOOOOO!

Then, he praised his own feat with an arrogant cry, as if boasting his manliness.

‘Just wait a little, dude. Ill book you a nice room, dont you worry.

Considering Bebetos overflowingvitality, it seemed I would only be able to enjoy a safe flight if I led him to the land of corporal pleasure brought by mating.

I jumped off with easy movements.

“No stones, so all you have to do is lay out a road, huh.”

The Nerman Plains always inspired my admiration. Thanks to its ideal climate, grasses and unknown flowers were lushly blanketing the land.

“To compact the earth… Wind Press!”

Boooooooom!