Roland fulfilled his promise on a sunny afternoon.

He ennobled Tigu Pine as a Viscount, granting him land south of the Redwater River, across from the town. Currently, it was still a dense forest, a region awaiting development. To persuade him to relinquish autonomy over his territory, Roland promised to prioritize the development of Tigu's land and grant the Viscount and his descendants a share of the profits from any industries established there. Naturally, Roland used his silver tongue to portray it as a great deal where he could lie down and get rich.

Tigu readily agreed – he had never been fond of such matters anyway. In his opinion, nothing was more enjoyable than riding and fighting. But now that he had a daughter, he focused his energy on hunting. Moreover, since the industries in Tigu's original territory had long been in decline, he simply asked the Prince to send someone to help him sell the land east of the fortress and move his entire family to Border Town. Roland naturally agreed.

The other person was Brian. Roland granted him knighthood and asked if he preferred land or service in the army.

If he chose land, he could no longer join the Border Town First Army. If he joined the army, he would have to rely on battlefield merit to be promoted and earn rewarded land, like everyone else. Brian chose the latter without hesitation.

As a result, Roland had a rough idea of ​​the land use plan.

The land between the Redwater River and the Impassable Mountain Range would be a residential area, about three kilometers wide at its narrowest point and seven kilometers wide at its widest. In the future, it could be used to build residential communities or awarded as land to promoted officers.

The other side of the Redwater River would be the future industrial and agricultural area, and the land could extend all the way to the Southern Territory, but it was still a vast forest with rolling hills in the distance. When the population met the demand, Roland would inevitably start to reclaim this woodland.

The Misty Forest to the west of Border Town was also an important development point. The forest contained all kinds of treasures, such as wood, edible fungi, wild animals, and medicinal materials. In addition to being used for construction and industry, wood could also be used as fuel. This forest was surprisingly large. Roland had Lightning scout it out, and it was still not in sight after flying thirty kilometers. Even if it was all burned as firewood, it would last a long time.

Finally, there was the open space between the Misty Forest and the Impassable Mountain Range – also a forbidden zone that no one dared to set foot in, the wilderness. Judging from the trend of the mountain range and the forest boundary, the enclosed area in the middle was extremely vast, almost larger than the Kingdom of Graycastle. Facing such ownerless land, Roland's heart itched. But he also knew that he could not take care of this place for the time being. Currently, what Border Town needed most was population.

Back in the castle office, he summoned the painter, Soraya.

"How is your work assisting the Town Hall going recently?"

"I have never painted so many paintings in one day," she looked much better than when he first saw her. "It's basically finished today. However, it feels a little strange to leave only a window the size of a head when painting."

"To prevent your magic pen from scaring the townspeople," the Prince smiled. "Although they know that witches exist, such close contact can easily cause accidents, so we simply adopted some hidden measures to prevent them from knowing that you are a witch. It will get better slowly in the future."

Soraya's photography skills brought a new improvement to Roland's citizen registration plan. The Town Hall vacated a room for the plan to serve as an archive to store information about the townspeople. Similar to a household register, each piece of paper had their name, age, address, blood relationship and other information written on it. Barov had briefly counted this information once in winter, and this record also expanded a lot of content. The biggest change was that all household registrations of people were attached with "color photos."

According to Roland's requirements, the Town Hall built a small house in the hall for one person to enter and exit. The outside was wrapped in burlap, leaving only a square window in the front for Soraya to see the other person's appearance. This way, when the witch was painting portraits in the house, the other person would not see the magical pen.

As for how to encourage the residents of the territory to actively declare information, the method Roland gave was very simple: everyone who came would receive a subsidy of ten copper eagles – the money would be allocated by the Town Hall.

"I called you here today because I want you to paint something else." Roland spread the cut paper in front of Soraya.

The latter noticed that the pieces of paper were all the same size, only half the size of a palm, and rectangular.

"What do you want me to paint?"

"Some entertainment props," Roland said.

This idea had existed in his mind for a long time. Apart from practice, the witches basically had nothing to do every day. Such a life seemed a bit boring. The same was true for the Prince, especially before the snow melted, his range of activities was basically only within the castle. Therefore, it was imperative to come up with some entertainment activities and find a few witches to relax with him.

The simplest one was naturally playing cards. However, soft ordinary paper was not suitable for standing in the hand, and shuffling was also a hassle. Now that he had Soraya, he could naturally consider making some more advanced stuff.

"Entertainment?" She tilted her head and thought for a while, as if she didn't understand what kind of entertainment it was to draw on square pieces of paper. "Okay, you say the word."

"First, on this piece of paper, draw a soldier holding a heavy crossbow."

"Imagine?"

"That's right. His armor, body shape, age, including the environment he is in, are all up to your imagination. As long as he is holding a heavy crossbow."

"Uh...I'll try," Soraya closed her eyes, thought for a while, and a magic pen with colorful streamers appeared in her hand.

Soon, a crossbowman who looked like a middle-aged man appeared on the paper.

"Very good," Roland praised. "Let me think about what to draw next, um...draw a small circle in the upper left corner and the middle position of the paper," he recalled the appearance of those cards in his mind, "The first circle is white with a gold border, and the second circle is orange with a gold border."

After these were painted, Roland then asked her to add numbers to the first circle and a bow and arrow symbol to the second circle.

The magic of Soraya's ability was that she could paint regardless of the material, so there was no difference between blank paper and patterned paper to her. The patterns painted later could perfectly cover the former, just like layer masking.

As a result, an exquisite "Crossbowman Card" appeared in front of Roland.

"Is that all?" she asked.

"This is just a unit card. There are still many similar cards to draw. Finally, a deck of cards can be put together, and I will teach you how to play."

Looking at Soraya's appearance of closing her eyes and painting, Roland felt a premonition in his heart that maybe such dialogues would soon fill his castle -

"What are you going to do? Let's play a round of Gwent first!"