The Knight of Light plants the sun in the eternal night.

Firefly Wilds is the name of a baron's fiefdom, and it is very, very large, exceeding the size of a county.

It could even be the size of a city.

However, the Eternal Night Continent is fraught with crises. Its large area does not mean that there is a lot of land that can be cultivated. In fact, the main industries of the Fluorescent Mushroom Clan are concentrated around the family castle, Fluorescent Mushroom Castle, and the nearby Fluorescent Town.

Other industries consisted of rural estates like Swamp Manor.

Wherever the land is thriving with crops, the baron will send pioneer knights to reclaim the land and build manors.

"Professor Frankenstein," Leo said softly.

The group had arrived at the manor's fence. Looking at the base of the fence, they saw a green line resembling a fluorescent mushroom extending into the distant darkness. It was this green light that protected the manor's safety.

Franken spurred his horse closer to Leo: "What's wrong?"

How large is the swampy plain?

"Well, there's no clear demarcation," Franken explained. "When the Baron granted you the fiefdom, he only assigned you the swamp estate, but the area of ​​the estate wasn't clearly defined."

"So, I can claim territory?" Leo's eyes gleamed. "Claim the entire swamp area?"

Franken nodded: "That's true, but most of the wilderness here is swamp, which makes development very difficult."

"Leaving aside the difficulties, all you need to do is answer me that you can claim the land," Leo laughed.

Auden chimed in, "My lord, you can not only claim the entire swamp plain, but there are also large tracts of wasteland to the south, wasteland belonging to the kingdom, which you can also claim on horseback."

The Eternal Night Continent is perpetually shrouded in darkness.

Therefore, the noble territories within the kingdom were simply circles drawn arbitrarily by the king on a distorted and abstract map.

There are no fixed boundaries.

They can claim as much land as they can.

"But that's pointless." Franken shook his head. "Reclaiming wasteland is too difficult. The cultivation of light plants can't keep up. No matter how much land we acquire, it will still be wasteland."

"It's meaningless..."

Leo didn't refute, but simply raised his left hand and looked at the faint sun mark under the skin of his palm.

The Sun Mark has sunflower-like petals, a total of twenty-four petals. After the Oak Flower Language was triggered yesterday afternoon, all twenty-four petals dimmed, but now nineteen petals have been relit.

Five petals remain unlit.

In other words, it takes one hour to light up one petal, and twenty-four hours for the solar imprint to be fully charged.

Then the flower language can be triggered again.

With this golden touch, Leo felt the future was promising, and expanding his territory might not be out of the question.

At least, the title of lord and knight will not become a constraint on the development of his territory.

"Let's go, let's leave the manor and take a drive along the Glimmering Road," Leo changed the subject.

Pluto frowned: "Sir, it's dangerous outside."

"Are you worried that the Path of Glimmer might have another gap? I don't think so. If there are still accidents, then they won't be accidents." Leo was not afraid. If the Path of Glimmer was dangerous, then living in Sunflower Castle would be just as dangerous.

He couldn't possibly spend all his time hiding in bed out of fear of danger.

This is his territory, and as a lord, it is necessary for him to inspect his territory; otherwise, the knights under his command might really lose heart.

He spurred his horse, saying, "Let's go!"

The knights quickly surrounded him and rode toward the shimmering road, then slowly patrolled along it.

As they walked along the road, Leo asked, "Where does this road lead? Does our Swamp Manor seem to be the end?"

Franken explained, "This glimmering road is the main road of the Firefly Wilderness. Further ahead lies the territory of Earl Long Taro, which seems to be called Thousand Tent Hills. Earl Long Taro's castle is called Taro Castle."

"Taro Burger," Leo nodded.

Franken then remembered something and said, "I heard that Earl Long Taro died young, but I don't know if it's true."

He turned to the knights and asked, "Have you heard of it?"

The four guard knights shook their heads, but the knight commander, Bruto, seemed to be deep in thought: "I seem to have heard the Baron mention that Taro Castle has changed owners, and the Countess is in charge of the territory, having adopted the late Count's nephew."

"Every year, caravans from the Earl's territory pass through; we can inquire about them then," Franken suggested.

I cycled for what seemed like forever, and the luminous plants lining the dimly lit road were no longer fluorescent mushrooms.

It was replaced with another type of plant that emitted a faint purple light.

"It's a long taro. Looks like we've reached the border of the Earl's territory." Franken dismounted and glanced at the taro plants by the roadside.

The Road of Glow is maintained by the lord.

Leo frowned: "This road is very long. I won't be assigned the task of maintaining the Glimmering Road in the future, will I?"

"It shouldn't be that bad. Our manor doesn't have the capacity to maintain it. If the road is cut off, it's the Glowing Fungus Castle that will lose its source of income." Franken shook his head. "After you were granted your fiefdom, the Baron didn't instruct me to maintain the road."

Leo breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, let's go back then."

Upon returning to Sunflower Castle, it was lunchtime, and Leo hosted the knights for lunch together.

After the meal, the knights left.

Franken said, "Leo, it's not very convenient for the knights to stay in the castle guest rooms. We need to arrange accommodations for them."

"Repair up the place where Sir Harrison used to live and arrange for the knights to move in," Leo instructed. This row of houses, which was right next to Sunflower Castle, was also made of stone.

Franken said with a troubled expression, "There are only four rooms. How can we accommodate five knights? We can't possibly put them in double rooms."

Pluto is a Tier 2 Grand Knight.

Oden, Harden, Laden, and Biden are all Tier 1 Knights, extraordinary professionals who are bound to receive good treatment.

After a moment's thought, Leo said, "How about this: let Oden and the other three live in the stone house first, and you and Pluto live in the castle guest room. Then gather the serfs and continue building two more houses next to the stone house."

Leo had no female relatives.

So there was nothing inconvenient about letting Frankenstein and Pluto live in the castle. Of course, once the stone house was built, the two of them would definitely have to be sent away.

This little castle.

It belongs solely to him.

Before he knew it, it was past three in the afternoon. Leo stared at his left palm until all twenty-four petals of the sun mark were lit up.

"Alright, charging complete!"

He rubbed his palms together, then focused his mind and quickly felt the sun's mark radiating warmth.

The familiar warmth.

The source points outside the castle.

Leo got up and strolled out. Following the warm guidance, he soon arrived at the courtyard behind the castle, where many vegetables were grown and tended by Mrs. Abby, the cook. There were also a few succulents planted next to the vegetable garden.

The warmth indicator points to one of the light plants.

It was a bare evening primrose.

It looks a bit like a sesame seed, with a few small yellow flowers blooming at the top. The light comes from these small yellow flowers, but it's very dim and not bright enough.

"Evening Primrose..." A sudden surge of longing welled up in Leo's heart, a longing that remained in this body, a longing for his deceased mother. "My mother was named Heather Evening Primrose... the youngest daughter of Count Evening Primrose."

pity.

Lady Heysel had been dead for over a decade, and after the Baron remarried, his interactions with the Evening Primrose family gradually decreased.

He shook his head, suppressing the longing in his heart.

Reaching out to touch the petals of the evening primrose, a gentle voice echoed in my mind the next moment.