Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
It had been many months since Roel Ascart last stepped onto the soil of the Ascart Fiefdom. The nearby mountains were cloaked in a layer of frost, and a chilling wind dyed the world silver.
In contrast to the lively spring scenery he departed from, the Ascart Fiefdom that he returned to felt serene. Riding on horseback, he immersed himself in the beauty of nature as a feeling of peace and satisfaction welled in his heart.
It was never easy to verbalize the emotions evoked by home.
Roel didn’t think that the Ascart Fiefdom was prosperous or bustling; the nearby Rosa City was way ahead of it. It was not the safest place in the world either; that would be Holy Capital Loren, where the pope and the church dwelled. It was not even the place he was the most familiar with, as he couldn’t recognize all the major streets.
Even so, he always found himself missing this land whenever he had been away for a while.
This was the place he had grown up in. It was filled with memories of the time he had spent together with his family members. This place calmed his uneasy heart.
As for his feeling of satisfaction, it stemmed from the sight of prosperity arising from the Ascart Fiefdom’s recent years of swift development.
The Ascart Fiefdom used to feel desolate during wintertime. Those who were already having a tough time surviving struggled to keep warm and find food during this cold season. But over the past few years of development, the situation had completely changed for the southern region of the Ascart Fiefdom.
Tattered huts susceptible to drafts had been insulated with warmer wood and stone houses. There was ample food and firewood to go around, evident from the trails of black smoke rising from the villages along the way. Hunters could even be spotted every now and then.
Without a doubt, life for the common populace had improved drastically. These improvements translated into reputation and prestige for Roel.
He was warmly welcomed each time their convoy stopped by a village to stock up, in sharp contrast to the careful atti
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