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MidReal Story
The Frontier Lord
Scenario:男主佐伊是一个男爵的次子，没有继承权。男爵父亲用一点点钱给男主捐了一个开拓领主，买了一小块沙漠边境的土地，然后把男主和男主老妈送的一个有骑士级武力的精灵族侍女和几个男女奴隶赶出了家门。男主能够无限召唤到各种非活体的物品。
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Zoe Carter
male. He is a young nobleman with the ability to summon objects. He is resourceful,determined,and resilient. Born as the second son of a baron,he was granted a small parcel of land on the frontier and exiled with his mother and a few loyal servants. He uses his summoning ability to survive harsh desert conditions and build a new life. Despite challenges,he remains optimistic and driven to protect those under his care.
Aiden Blackwood
male. He is one of Zoe's male slaves who accompanies him on his journey to the frontier land. He is strong,obedient,and hardworking. Aiden assists Zoe in various tasks such as building shelters and hunting for food in the desert environment.
Eleanor Carter
female. She is Zoe's mother and the former baroness of their estate. She is wise,caring,and strongwilled. After being exiled with her son,she supports him in his new life as a frontier lord. Her past experiences have made her resourceful and skilled in survival techniques. She is protective of Zoe and encourages him to use his abilities wisely.
I, Zoe Carter, was not exactly what one would call ‘normal.'
For one, I was born a nobleman - the second son of a baron, to be exact.
But unlike my older brother, I had no claim to the barony, or rather, I would not inherit the baron’s land and title since I was the younger son.
Typically, this meant that I would be given a monastery or a church to manage and become a priest.
However, since I was not inclined to become a soldier of God, my father, the baron, decided to give me a small amount of money to purchase a piece of land on the frontier.
As such, I became a frontier lord - the lord of a small parcel of land on the edge of the desert.
My father had graciously given me the minimum amount required to buy such a title and land, but not enough to buy any more than the smallest plot.
With this money, I bought a plot of land on the very edge of the desert - a place where no one would want to live or visit.
It was here that I would make my new home with my mother and the few servants who had opted to follow me.
My father had barred us from their land and so we could not take anything from our old home with us.
It took us three days to reach the coordinates marked on the land deed.
The first day was spent traversing through the lush green forests that covered most of the kingdom, but as we continued on, the trees became fewer and farther between until we were surrounded by nothing but barren sand and scraggly brush.
I dismounted my horse and unfolded the wrinkled parchment.
Lila Silvermist, a female knight of the spirit class, stood guard while Aiden helped my mother down from her wagon.
The frontier office had promised us a fertile oasis, but as far as I could see, there was nothing but sand and more sand.
My mother Eleanor squinted at the harsh landscape, her lips pressed into a thin line.
I kicked a dead shrub and it tumbled across the sand, crumbling into dust when it hit the ground.
I pulled out my compass and checked it, but the needle was spinning wildly.
I looked around at the empty landscape.
Lila was already gone, scouting ahead.
The rest of us huddled in the meager shade of our wagon as the sun beat down on us.
Twenty minutes later, Lila returned, her leather armor covered in a fine layer of dust.
She dismounted and approached us.
"There is no surface water, but about half a mile east there is a depression in the ground. The desert plants are growing a bit thicker there."
My mother studied the horizon and then nodded.
"That may indicate underground water."
I nodded and directed Aiden to lead the horses that way.
The depression was about half a mile away, but it took us over an hour to get there.
The horses were straining against the wagon wheels that kept sinking into the loose sand, and our water supplies were running low.
My mother’s face was flushed from the heat, and Aiden’s steps were becoming unsteady.
Even Lila, who was of elven blood and thus more resistant to heat than humans, looked like she was suffering.
I knew I couldn’t wait any longer.
I focused my mind and summoned a large clay jug filled with cool, fresh water.
The others stared at me in shock as I passed the vessel around.
Everyone drank deeply, and I took a long pull myself before handing it back to Aiden.
I took another moment to catch my breath before I summoned some more basic camping supplies: canvas sheets, wooden poles, and rope.
Aiden and I worked together to set up a makeshift shelter in the depression.
It wasn’t much, but it would at least protect us from the wind.
Lila stood watch from the highest dune while we worked.
The depression offered some protection from the wind, but sand was still whipping into our faces as we secured the supports.
My mother organized our existing supplies under the new shelter, setting up separate spaces for sleeping and storage.
Just as we were finishing up, a strong gust of wind came through, threatening to rip our structure apart.
Aiden and I fought the wind, holding down the canvas and securing it tighter.
My mother huddled in a corner, wrapping herself in a blanket to protect herself from the sand blowing into the shelter.
Lila reported that the storm was worsening, but she could still see enough to keep watch.
We huddled together, trying to stay warm and waiting for the storm to pass.
It was hours later when the wind died down enough for us to exit our shelter.
The sun was gone, but I could see that the sandstorm had passed.
Lila joined us, and we all looked at the damage.
The canvas sheet had torn again, despite Aiden’s efforts to reinforce it.
Sand had blown in through the gap and covered everything inside.
My mother began gathering her belongings and reorganizing them as best she could.
Lila went back up on watch, checking on our horses and supplies.
I stood outside in the fading light, surveying the damage.
The sandstorm had been fierce, but it was also a reminder of how harsh this desert environment was. The wind picked up again suddenly, whipping sand into my face.
I squinted against it, turning my back to the worst of it.
The sand was cold and stung my skin where it hit me exposed.
I wrapped my cloak around myself tighter and turned back toward our makeshift campsite when I heard Lila shouting from her post on top of the dune.
"Zoe! Zoe! Come quick!"
I ran over to where she was standing, looking out into the distance at a dark shape moving toward us.
She pointed at it, shouting over the howling wind.
"It’s coming straight for us! Get inside!"
I sprinted back toward our shelter, shouting at Aiden and my mother to get inside as well.
They scrambled into the shelter while I stood guard outside with Lila’s sword drawn.
The dark shape approached rapidly, growing larger until I realized it was just a wild horse fleeing ahead of a massive sandstorm front rolling in behind it. The horse galloped past us and kept going without looking back or slowing down once.
We watched it go before Lila spoke up again, shouting over the howling wind.
"We need better cover! This shelter isn’t going to hold up!"
I looked at the canvas sheet flapping wildly in front of me as another strong gust hit us full on.
It wasn’t going to hold up much longer; we needed something better if we were going to survive this storm.
Aiden shouted over the roar of the wind, "There's a cave nearby! I saw it when we first arrived!"
My mother grabbed my arm, urgency in her voice, "We have to move now before the storm hits us full force."
Lila nodded, already heading toward Aiden, "Lead the way, and we'll follow close behind!"
I grabbed Lila’s arm before she could follow Aiden toward the cave.
"Wait!"
I shouted over the howling wind.
Sand was stinging my face, and I squinted against it as I focused my power.
I visualized thick stone walls and reinforced supports, a solid bunker entrance materializing in the depression.
The metal door glinted in the fading light, and my mother’s eyes widened in recognition.
It was similar to the storm shelter beneath our old estate.
I summoned a lantern and led everyone down the concrete steps into the cool darkness.
The heavy door clanged shut behind us, muffling the fury of the sandstorm raging above us.
Inside, I continued manifesting necessities: beds, water barrels, preserved food.
We were safe, but I knew this was just the beginning.
I sat at the wooden table in the bunker, surrounded by maps and texts I’d summoned.
The others were resting, but I was wide awake, studying our situation.
The lantern light flickered over the geological surveys I’d called up, revealing underground water channels beneath this region.
My fingers traced the dried riverbeds, and suddenly the pattern became clear - this desert had once been fertile land.
I pulled out more references: engineering texts, irrigation designs, ancient farming techniques.
The realization hit me as I saw how my summoning power could transform this wasteland.
I could create wells, pipelines, and irrigation systems.
With enough planning and effort, I could make the desert bloom again.
Aiden stirred from his rest, rubbing his eyes as he joined me at the table.
"Zoe, what are you working on?" he asked, glancing at the scattered maps and texts.
I met his gaze, excitement in my voice, "A way to turn this desert back into the paradise it once was."
I spread the engineering texts out on the metal table, and Aiden leaned in close, watching intently as I began to sketch.
My hand moved steadily across the parchment, outlining a network of channels branching off from a central well.
The lantern cast long shadows over the intricate diagrams of water wheels and stone-lined canals.
Aiden pointed to one of my calculations, his brow furrowed.
"Zoe, your gradient is off. If you’re going to build this system, you’ll need it to be much steeper."
I adjusted the measurements, grateful for Aiden’s practical knowledge as a farmhand.
We worked methodically through each section, marking areas where we’d need deeper trenches to ensure proper water flow and noting where we’d need reinforced walls to prevent sand collapse.
The diagrams grew more complex, incorporating the tunneling machine’s design.
Mother examined the detailed schematics with a concerned frown, tracing her finger along the path of the massive drill bits and hydraulic systems.
"Zoe, this is a much more extensive system than what you described in your letter. Are you sure this is feasible?"
I nodded, my eyes shining with determination.
"Yes, Mother. I know it seems daunting, but I believe it can be done. The tunneling machine is designed to handle loose sand and rock."
Lila spoke up, her brow creased in worry.
"But what if the sand collapses behind it? How will you keep the tunnels stable?"
I smiled confidently.
"I have a plan for that too."
I closed my eyes, visualizing the precise details.
With a burst of light, a miniature model of the tunneling machine materialized on the table, its intricate mechanisms whirring as it moved.
Lila gasped in wonder, reaching out a hand to touch its metal body.
The machine was surrounded by a ring of smaller robots that moved in tandem with its movements, laying down reinforced walls to prevent collapse.
Mother studied the model intently.
"This is remarkable. You truly are gifted, Zoe."
Aiden spoke up from across the table, his eyes shining with determination.
"We’ll work together to make this happen. But first we need to mark the exact dig sites on our survey map." With charcoal in hand, I carefully plotted the first tunnel’s path from the depression where our bunker lay to where our water sensors indicated an underground aquifer.
We spent hours triple-checking measurements and refining our plans until the bunker’s lantern burned low.
As I rolled up the maps and diagrams, my eyes burned from the hours of intense focus.
Mother gently took the papers from my hands, her voice soft.
"Zoe, dear. You’ve done enough for one night. We all need rest before we begin such an ambitious project."
I nodded, exhaustion washing over me.
With a flicker of light, I summoned fresh blankets and pillows for everyone, watching as Aiden settled into his cot and Lila took first watch by the bunker door.
The lantern’s flame dimmed, casting the room in a warm glow.
I lay down on my own cot, my mind still racing with calculations and machinery designs.
Through heavy eyelids, I saw Mother adjusting her blanket on the adjacent bed, her humming a familiar melody from my childhood.
I leaned my head back against the rough concrete wall, fighting to keep my eyes open.
Mother’s lullaby filled the small space, accompanied by the flickering shadows cast by the lantern’s flame.
My muscles ached from hunching over the plans all day, and I felt my eyelids growing heavier.
Lila maintained her vigilant post by the door, though her posture had softened slightly in the warmth of the bunker.
Aiden’s steady breathing joined the quiet ambiance from his nearby cot.
"Zoe," Aiden's voice broke the silence, "do you think we can really pull this off without anyone noticing?"
I turned my head slightly, meeting his gaze in the dim light.
"We have to, Aiden. If we don't, the village won't survive another dry season."
The cool metal of the wall pressed against my back, providing a welcome respite from the heat.
I fought to keep my eyes open, but Mother’s gentle melody wrapped around me like a familiar blanket.
The lantern's flame danced in the flickering breeze, casting shadows that seemed to come alive on the walls of our underground sanctuary.
My mind continued to race with calculations and machinery specs, but exhaustion pulled me under, carrying me into the depths of sleep.
The last thing I heard was the soft click of Lila securing the bunker door, sealing us in with our dreams and determination.
A deep vibration jolted me awake, making the metal walls of the bunker hum.
I sat up in my bed, my heart pounding in my chest.
Mother was already up, her eyes wide with concern.
Aiden rushed to check the support beams, his face illuminated by the flickering lantern light.
The rumbling grew stronger, and fine streams of sand began trickling through the tiny gaps in the ceiling joints.
Lila drew her sword, positioning herself between us and the door.
I quickly summoned a reinforced steel beam to support the weakening section above us.
The distant sound became a rhythmic pounding, like massive footsteps approaching our shelter.
Through the walls of the bunker, I heard what sounded like something massive dragging itself across the desert surface.