The biting cold of winter clung to Eisenburg like a vengeful ghost, seeping into every crevice and bone. Even those who had experienced fifty seasons of winter couldn't help but curse at it as puffs of hot air escaped their mouths while they hurried back to their houses. It was getting so cold that even the merchants would only display their items for a few hours a day, not daring to stay out in the blistering cold all day. Although they loved the twinkling sound of the coins in their pockets, it wasn't worth their lives.
The intense cold had also forced the workforce working on the capital's revitalization to halve their workload. According to Henry's estimation, everything would be over in half a year. There was no need to rush things, the most important part, the walls defending the capital, was ready. The rest could take a bit more time, there was no need to rush things and sacrifice the subjects.
