A month passed inside the dream world. Leo got much more easy with his role of the Baron in the place. In the past month, they came up with the wooden posts and iron barbed wires. The wood cutters gained a stable employment during this time. Leo didn't stop at just the wooden posts, he sent the guards from his seven hundred soldier team to guard them from all the wild beasts.
These people were all strong and vigilant. Just clearing the tree line for a meter sufficed for them to have a clean view, but Leo told the people to chop wood and for every house to have a stock of firewood, and the distribution finished today only, Leo was sitting inside his study looking at Crawford, and the old steward asked, "Your Grace, the winds are getting colder, please have some tea."
Leo looked at the tea in the cup and asked, "The food we have in the granary is not enough to provide for the people of the town. There will be many casualties if we didn't manage to find any solution to this."
