Emperor of Arcane

"Thanks to the increased publicity of the Arcane News, in this half month alone, we have received more than 100,000 refugees through the large teleportation circle. ▲𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑔𝑙𝑒 Search for 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑐𝑜𝑚 to read▲"

"It is expected that if the domestic situation does not change, more than 1 million refugees will be transported by the end of the year."

"By the end of this year, our total population is expected to reach 1.9 million!"

Butler Ralph looked at the teleportation area in the distance with a smile and continued to flip through the information at hand.

The refugees who were arranged to be sent to the temporary resettlement area began to wash and change clothes under the skilled arrangements of the staff.

They will stay in the temporary resettlement area for one day and then be sent to the educational transformation area in the outer ring of Bay City.

After 7 days of training.

Most of the professional farmers will be sent to the land reclamation base in the Silver Moon River Plain to the east.

There, the fertile and flat plains will be cultivated into good fields.

They will also receive the permanent farming rights of 10 acres per person promised by the Bay Territory.

If they work harder and exceed their quota, they will be allocated additional farmland.

Talents who master various manufacturing majors will be arranged to undergo professional job training and join major factories that are expanding their recruitment.

Elderly people who are unable to work will be arranged to enter their residences and learn about the various rules of the Gulf Territory with other elderly people.

Let them realize the goodness of the Gulf Territory in a subtle way.

Of course, those children who are truly valued by the Gulf Territory are those children who are regarded as burdensome by other lords.

Every refugee who is transported here can find a place suitable for him or her in the Gulf Territory.

In the empty Gulf Territory, more and more people will be transported.

Thinking about the bright future of the Gulf Territory, Butler Ralph couldn't help but said softly:

"According to the plan, Blood Moon City has accepted an order for five additional sets of large teleportation arrays."

"With the continuous transmission of large teleportation circles, the time and mortality of refugees will be greatly reduced."

"To bear the cost of transmission and maintenance, our monthly expenditure on recruiting people will reach 1 million gold coins..."

Matthew didn't take the high expenses to heart.

Now the total monthly income of the Gulf Territory has reached 11.5 million gold coins.

7 million in revenue from the sale of medicines and weapons, 2 million in gold mine revenue, and 2.5 million in profit from orders from the Dwarf Kingdom.

Matthew glanced at Yaya who had slipped out, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and continued to warn:

"With the help of the parliament, there is no need to worry about the quantity, but we must pay more attention to safety!"

"There must be spies among these refugees. Those who can be selected will be sent to the laboratory."

"Those that are hidden deeper, let's see if we can dig out the long-term ones."

"Give Alio more funds and let her cooperate with Adam Smith to build a more covert intelligence network..."

Butler Ralph nodded, recorded the key points, and then went to make arrangements.

The population problem has been initially solved, and under Matthew's guidance, the Gulf Territory is ready to accept more people.

Many stored supplies.

Jobs arranged in advance.

A system that can attract everyone to work hard.

Low cost of living that eliminates worries.

It allows everyone to quickly integrate into the Gulf Territory.

Of course, relying solely on "manpower", the development speed is "too slow".

Matthew checked the file to make sure everything was going according to plan, and sent Angela a communication.

Following the feeling in his heart, Matthew walked in the direction of Yaya.

Where did she slip away?

Bang!

The huge rivets were driven deeply into the grooves by the heavy hammer.

The huge steel puppet slowly stopped what he was doing and stood aside blankly.

In the spacious and empty cement factory building, huge steel roofs are being installed one after another.

One after another, heavy steel puppets were busy constantly under the command of the young spellcaster.

The large factory building covers an area of ​​5,000 square meters and is one of the largest factories in the Gulf Territory.

If it weren't for the strengthened magic cement, and the strengthened steel produced by the steel mill.

Such an amazing factory structure is definitely a project that no one can imagine.

Lianna stretched out her hand and skillfully released the monitoring spell to confirm that the rivets fit perfectly, and recorded the structure.

The steel puppet raised its hand, Liana lightly jumped onto its palm, and when her hand fell down, it landed lightly on the ground.

She waved to Yaya and Orianna, looked at them holding hands, each holding a chicken leg, and asked with a smile:

"How's it going? Are the chicken legs delicious?"

"Continue to calculate the next structure for you. If you succeed, there will be rewards!"

The two little guys looked at each other, and both saw their love for food in each other's eyes, and nodded at the same time.

They gathered together, with serious expressions on their chubby faces, and clucked their fingers.

In just a minute or two, they had already completed the calculation.

After confirming that everything was correct, Lianna gave them a thumbs up and said with great admiration:

"I'll treat you to a big dinner later, and then we'll go."

Orianna, who was swaying, nodded with a smile, leaned into Yaya's ear, and asked curiously:

"What's the big dinner here?"

Many delicacies flashed through Yaya's mind, and he twirled his fingers with her while counting:

"It's either a bear or a tiger. You can eat one more bear paw later. Eat more and grow faster."

Orianna, who is cheerful by nature, somehow got to play with Yaya.

Perhaps, this is the attraction of foodies!

Victor looked at the drawings with a little wonder in his eyes.

The construction speed of the Gulf Territory far exceeded his imagination.

He originally thought that the Gulf Territory was just going to build him a small workshop to produce sporadic magic parts as before.

But now, he was also a little dumbfounded.

Whether it is heavy steel stamping equipment or small steel processing lathes, they are all being installed and arranged in an orderly manner.

In addition to these purely mechanical devices, Victor also saw many large devices powered by magic.

He never imagined that the Gulf Territory would actually use the magic channel connected to the elemental energy pool as energy to run factories and machinery.

You know, this is the core of building a mage tower!

"How is it? Are you satisfied with the working environment? The factory will be completed in about two weeks."

Matthew's plain voice made Victor quite excited.

However, the somewhat stubborn Victor still asked a question that had been buried for a long time:

"Why did you choose me?"

Of course it's for Orianna!

Ahem...

Matthew shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly:

"There's nothing I can do about it. You are the professional with the highest level of mechanical transformation in the entire Sewendon."

"So, what do you want me to make?"

"Mechanical combat armor!"