Whenever I imagined myself to be one of the pioneers who trod the paths through the newly discovered continents, I pictured finding mountains of gold, romancing with naive yet naturally beautiful local girls, braving through the dangers of the thick jungle, or fighting off vicious tribes.
But now that I pretty much became a viceroy on the patch of land we received from the empire… I ended up smacked by reality to a complete and utter oblivion.
"First wood delivery enters the camp! Are the saw teams ready? We need them ready as soon as they start unloading the trees!"
"Not even three brigades at the housing project can keep up with the diggers! We need at least two more brigades, all the more if we are to start the construction already!"
"I can give you one brigade as soon as they are done digging the latrines."
