Conclusion of Volume 2

The long western expedition ended and the Kingdom of Tarasco was destroyed. The protagonist is finally crowned king and has a base to flex his muscles. The second volume has reached its natural end here. Starting from the third volume, it is the development of the land in the lake, the arrival of the metal age, technological innovation and social change, as well as the first encounter with the Incas in the south and Western explorers. The name of the third volume is called "Establishing a Country".

In fact, in the author's conception, the first volume and the second volume are one. The so-called "birth" and the so-called "growth" are about the process of a modern ordinary young man growing up into a king in the medieval era.

Shulot came to this barbaric era, purified the simple emotions of youth, and retained the complex memories of youth. He received the aristocratic education of this era and took careful steps under the guidance of his grandfather and teachers. He feels the cruel world, keeps learning and changing, and tries to integrate with the times. Then, he was swept away by the torrent of war. In battles and games one after another, he accelerated his growth and was reforged, until he shone with cold light and sat on the throne, with hope in his heart.

This book is the author's first novel, and it may also be his last. It was born out of a feeling and written for a vision in high school. It started at the end of August last year and ended in the second volume in mid-May this year. Looking back at the beginning of the chapter, it feels like a youthful dream. I moved forward along this path of writing, and before I knew it, I had gone very far, very far, so far that I felt a little overwhelmed.

Unknowingly, a big wish, an imaginary world, and an evolving American civilization appeared in the author's mind.

This American civilization should be lively, with the protagonist as the center, and there should be many vivid and changing people. Together they constitute the era and represent civilization. In the end, they are all engraved in the long river of time.

And this world should be grand and real. It requires a lot of data and information to fill it. The author needs to study history and geography, religion and culture, science and technology, and social theory. Well, even if I am not good at what I have learned and it makes the experts laugh, I will still try to write. Because these are the cornerstones and components of civilization. By the way, professional suggestions and information are always welcome. You are welcome to send me messages in the QQ group, such as population data, metallurgical technology, and nautical charts. Well, thank you all in advance.

A book friend once asked me, this is your first book, and it is an unpopular niche. Do you need to write tens of millions of words? Faced with this problem, the author was a little worried. To be honest, I don’t know how much I will write or how long it will take. How many words do you need to write to present a world and hundreds of years as much as possible? I don’t know, probably a lot more.

Initially I wrote the book out of emotion, but the deeper I got into it, the harder it was to let go of the emotion I was involved in. These feelings are not only for the work itself, but also for the book friends who support it. I like to lie in bed, read everyone's comments, and feel happy or distressed. Without everyone's encouragement, I wouldn't be where I am now. Thank you all for your company!

As an author, your greatest hope is to let more people see your words. Well, please ask here. If you have a book list, please help me add it. If you are willing to recommend books, please recommend it. I would be very grateful.

Finally, if you have the patience to read this, the author will add a few sentences and leave a little poem written randomly for himself. Well, you can laugh at me this time. ^_^

Take me into your arms and look closely at the person in the mirror.

A gentleman's eyes are smiling, and his body is modest and carefree.

Singing loudly over the autumn trees, fist dancing in the spring rain at night.

He walked five steps with his suitcase on his back, and half of his socks caught dust.

The cherry blossoms fall in the winter snow, but don’t worry about the summer birds.

The passer-by cannot be found, looking back half a lifetime is true~