First are food and weapons, along with a small amount of luxury goods.
After the stormy season, commercial activities with the North gradually became more frequent. Ships with snow-white sails from Gray Wind Harbor and Ambeser docked at the newly built deep-water port in Griss Port. Keen merchants also began to discover the local potential. Since entering the Flower Moon, monthly habitation at the port by merchants was increasingly common.
With this, a large number of craftsmen stopped by. Just a few days ago, Brand met a group of dwarf enchanters from the Black Mountain Region, who were mostly war refugees. It was said that the war in the North with the Golden Mane Tuo Kui Ning had begun to affect normal commercial activities, and the Crown Prince seemed compelled by the Holy Temple to confront the Lion-man head-on.
And this was precisely an opportunity for the South to flourish and expand.
Brand looked around, seeing wagons carrying goods passing through the roads near Fir Castle. The fields on the forest border were no longer barren, and farmers could be seen laboring everywhere. A year, even half a year ago, such scenes would undoubtedly be impossible in Tonyger.
And all of this was brought about by his efforts, the combined efforts of everyone.
He looked up to see knights on tall horses holding the victor’s triangular flag, riding around the crowd. The silver flag embroidered with lilies fluttered high in the wind; a thousand years ago, it had flown like this, and a thousand years later, it flew again on this Earth.
People let out cheers like an avalanche.
Brand saw the Silver Elf Princess being lifted high by Elf Girl companions, she also gazed at that flag from afar, her eyes seemingly sparkling with something bright.
"Medisha!"
"Medisha!"
The residents shouted, raising their cups. There were no more thatched houses from the Gruding era visible along the street; under the assistance of the workers under the Red Copper Dragon Mercenary Group and Audem, tidy streets were built along Fir Castle, flanked by orderly wooden houses. Standing beside the houses were men, women, and children, each face beaming with a satisfied smile.
As he walked down the street, someone recognized him, and a large group of residents sincerely bowed to salute him. Brand casually returned the gesture. Honestly, he was gradually getting used to this lifestyle, no longer feeling awkward when people greeted him.
The perceptions from modern times seemed to be gradually fading. Yet deep within his soul, the pride of advanced civilization still supported his every word and action; at least he would never believe that this reverence and pride were innate.
He placed a copper coin into the hands of a nearby little girl; this copper coin symbolized the Lord’s blessing prior to the midsummer. The girl, excited, her face flushed, held the copper coin in both hands and ran to a woman nearby. Perhaps her mother, the woman gratefully accepted the money from the girl’s hand and repeatedly expressed her gratitude towards him.
"Lord!"
"Lord!"
The calls quickly turned into another sound, the residents of Lengshan Domain sincerely expressing their respect for their new Lord who brought all this to them.
Brand squinted his eyes, understanding that this sense of fulfillment was illusory and temporary for everyone. Even a short while ago, people were anxiously asking about the impending war.
In this tumultuous era, everyone was trying to maintain the temporary peace around them.
There’s nothing wrong with this, it’s just that Erune is still far from being stable. Some people will inevitably bleed, even sacrifice their lives to protect others, but at least, he hopes to defend Erune in this way.
He walked through the crowd to the Princess’s side. Griffith was quietly watching everything, the Female Knight guarding by her side, one hand resting on the Sword. But Brand felt that the other seemed to be unobtrusively looking at him; in fact, Nemesia no longer seemed as tense as she had been in Ambeser.
In such an atmosphere, how could one remain tense?
"They like you very much, Mr. Brand. If there is anyone in Erune who could be called a model of Ancient Nobles, it would surely be found in you." Princess Griffine said, her eyes sparkling, feeling a bit touched.
"That’s the Princess’s ideal. All of Erune’s people can be free from poverty, war, and disaster. Buqi’s tragedy won’t be repeated." Brand replied.