There Are Only 12 Households in My Territory

Andy Lane, a branch of the Lane family, fourteen years old. On the day he was kicked out of the family, no one stopped him. A distribution order was not even stamped. Blackstone Territory, border wasteland, twelve families, a dry well, and wolves waiting to eat people on the north slope. Everyone thought he wouldn't survive another winter. But Andy didn't plan to die there. He dug something out from under the well that shouldn't be there. There is fire under the black stone, and the flint is valuable. The people of Graycastle have been looking for it for three years. There are people waiting in the mountains to the north, and the lords of Graycastle are just pawns. Tielin, Baihedu, Baihe City, every road is choked. Andy is in no hurry to become king. He lives first, then stands upright. From twelve households to a city, from a child thrown out to thousands of people. Orcs, elves, dwarves, dragons, each clan has its own agenda. What he has to do is to find a way for the Blackstone Territory to survive among these calculations. Someone asked him why. He said, by this black stone under my feet.