Mike patted the corner stone of the wall, his tone filled with a solid sense of pride.
"Lord, to be honest, it doesn't look that 'noble'.
But it can block the wind, withstand the cold, prevent bandits, stand up in battle, and endure the snow."
He pointed to the edge of the castle gate: "I had people wrap the base of the walls with three layers of stone bricks, very solid. The castle gate was also reinforced with thick cold iron sheets, it won't deform even if rammed several times."
Then he nodded towards the roof: "Those red tiles are mainly decorative, at least from afar, it doesn't make the place look like an animal pen."
Listening to Mike, Louis recalled the drawings he had made and almost burst into laughter.
Mike continued, "As for those wooden beams and carvings... hey, I had a few apprentices carve them for three days and nights, not much use but impressive."
He spoke nonchalantly, but couldn't hide a little smugness in his tone.
