>Roy traveled through time and became a useless lord of a broken tower, with only a few pieces of moldy bread and tattered scrolls in his backpack.
>When the people in the territory were hungry and desperate, Roy used moldy bread to cultivate bacterial strains to ferment rye, and used broken scroll runes to build simple aqueducts.
Everyone watched in astonishment as the water was diverted to irrigate the dry and cracked land: "Magic?"
Roy shook his head: "This is just basic infrastructure! Next, train farmers and soldiers, build roads and bridges!"
Refugees came in droves and castles were built;
When the enemy's cavalry approached, Roy's compound bow and defensive crossbow frightened the enemy.
Metropolitan Bishop Wang personally came and asked: "Why do you have the divine grace to have miracles?"
Roy pointed calmly to the harvest grain and prosperous market outside the castle:
It's not divine grace, it's infrastructure—it never fails those who do the work.
