Land of Ashes

At the age of nineteen, he finally embarked on the road to take office after delaying the title of viscount for three years. Ash Territory - a desolate land in the northwest corner of the empire. Barbarians plundered from the south. Warcraft entrenched the mountains. The people in the territory were hungry. The annual income was 300 gold coins and the deficit was 100. The land of the viscounty and earldom, a bitter and cold place that no one wants. No one believed that this frail young man could survive the first winter. But Lucas is no ordinary nobleman. He spent three years in the imperial capital preparing: two thousand gold coins, a box of old books, and more than thirty secret letters. He understands water conservancy, finance, law, and even more about human nature. He did not shout slogans or swear oaths. He squatted in the muddy water to repair canals and stood on the ridge of the fields to count the output. The Reclamation Order, the Land Law, the Military Participation Law—one after another, the Ember Territory began to breathe. Food grew from scratch, militiamen grew from fifty to two hundred, and trade routes changed from dead ends to viable ones. However, barbarian spies are already wandering in the north, and the Marquis's blockade is pressing harder. Farther to the south, the heir to the Elven Forest, Alanor Morningstar, is losing his memory and living in the wilderness. Deep in the ashes, a seed is sprouting. And it will eventually grow into a towering tree.