Chapter 74

Domeric sat upon a horse and gazed at the roads being within his domain.

Watching hundreds of people working together to achieve a common goal on his behalf. There was just something sensational about that. Everywhere he went, the people would stop their work and bow to him until he went past them.

Yes, being a lord could be addictive. He could admit that to himself. Perhaps this was the main reason why old Voldy wanted to rule Britain. To feel this powerful and respected.

The concrete road for the City that was going to be built around Dreadfort was almost completed. Now they were expanding the roads to the North, South and East. To the lands of Umbers, Manderlys and Starks.

To be fair, he himself was a bit surprised by how quickly the work was progressing. He was sure the work would not have gone so fast even if he himself was at the head of this project.

But then again, he supposed that this is what happened when you pick the right man for the task.

This particular task of building the roads had been delegated to a slave that he liberated from Essos. A slave who was once under the contract of Iron Bank to build new real estate for the Bank.

Now, the man worked for him because of the gratitude he felt for having been saved from his status as a slave enhanced by a small dose of mind magic.

Was it despicable of him to use mind magic to make people feel more grateful to him so that they would more compliant toward him. Probably. But as long as he was harming no one… he didn't see the big deal.

He and his men travelled through the concrete road for half an hour before taking a sharp right and taking a dirt path leading to a small forest.

After travelling for another hour on their horses, he and his men came out to a large clearing inside the forest that had been cleared for the purpose of building a large building three large training yards that could hold hundreds if not thousands of people at once.

And within those training yards, he could see thousands of people doing drills right now.

���Is it just me or have their numbers grown once again?" his aunt asked from behind him in a subdued voice and he could see that even she was a little stunned by the thousands of men working in file and order while following the command of their officers at once.

"They've grown. I conscripted 500 more men for the infantry. So it's 3,000 infantry now. Along with 1000 archers and 500 cavalry."

"Training so many people, feeding them and accommodating them couldn't have been cheap." His aunt complained. And she was correct for once. Training an army of this size cost him about 4,500 gold dragons per month. And that was only because the food, clothes and weapons for them were coming from his own lands. Otherwise creating an army of this size would have cost him about 8,000-12,000 per month.

After all, building and sustaining a professional army in Westeros was no joke. Especially one that was as well equipped as these men.