"Are the walls we stacked up front also in the same state as this one now, where they'll topple at a touch?"
The worker who heard this wore a face full of bitterness, then, suddenly terrified, bowed to the steward and spoke:
"Reporting to my lord, just yesterday after work I went over there specially to take a look at those walls. They're just like this side here.
They may not collapse at a touch, but you can still easily pry up the bricks on top with your hands."
As these words fell, the steward's heart instantly gave a thump, his vision went black for a moment, and he almost toppled headfirst to the ground.
Good grief, they were still like that last night. And it's already been several days. If that's really the case, then he was probably finished.
After all, the Emperor doesn't reason with you. No matter what you say, no matter whether this material came from somewhere else, there's one point: the city wall hasn't been properly built, and that's your responsibility.
