The Dictatorial Lords

Now I have to say that Locke, the lord, is becoming more and more qualified. Inspect the construction of the underground city every day if you have nothing to do, or just look at the humble small town on the ground, yes, now this village is almost developing into a small town. Originally, this valley was about the size of three stadiums. There were too many things in the past, and only a little bit in front of the valley was developed. Now the Ratmen are only slowly dividing the shops and houses in the dungeon, so there are no more Ratmen. Now the other skaven are building these towns above ground. The back of the former village has been expanded a lot. There are houses and shops. The plan in Locke's mind is that there are some shops and houses on the surface. Most of the shops are underground. The extra area can be used to grow food. After all, when the caravan is built in the future, food must be the main commodity.

Or just go to see the training of the knights and give them some compensation for training. They are all resources exchanged in the system, if they are placed outside. That's a lot of gold coins. But Locke didn't care. There is nothing comparable to fists. As long as the fist is big enough. The safer you are in another world. After all, those knights are the foundation of Locke.

Walking and walking, I saw Hal and Lawrence muttering there and didn't know what to say. Locke walked over. "My lord." The two saw Locke approaching. Bow down and salute.

"What are you mumbling about?" Locke asked. "My lord, we are talking about the caravan. Lawrence said that the population in the territory is too small. He is going to ask me to take the caravan to other tribes to exchange some population." Hal said.

Locke's eyes lit up when he heard it, and he thought, this Lawrence is still a bit farsighted, and now he has exchanged all the territory except the Ratmen. This is not what a small town is like. Even so, the combined population is only a few hundred.

Locke said seriously when he heard it: "Yes, Hal, Lawrence is right. Our current territory has been built. But the population is too small. It doesn't look like a small town at all. This time you go out The key point is to exchange some people over here, wanting the kind of honest, easy-to-manage race. You are an expert in this area. After all, you fox people are very familiar with all races when doing business in this wilderness. After all, if you come to our town, it will be our territory. If there are such young and middle-aged people, I will allow them to bring their families."

After hearing this, Hal said to Locke: "My lord, you are a kind lord." There is really nothing to say about Locke's treatment of the welfare of the subjects. Who would want old people and children in other tribes. "For sure, if all the young and middle-aged men are returned from the territory without their families, they will be slaves. Who will seriously work for the territory in the future? Only by taking good care of their families and giving them a place where they can They will earnestly contribute to the territory if they have the chance to survive. Besides, if the town does not have men, women, old and children, and the circulation of coins, how can it be considered a town? Young adults can join the army, and old women can be small Business or something, this is what a town should look like."

Lawrence on the side rolled his eyes when he heard Harqualok's kindness. Recently, he heard from the knights under Ellie that the noble lady was sent out by the lord and sent a team of knights to escort her. them. As a result, they were all killed halfway, and it is estimated that they are all mummies now. But Lawrence didn't think it was too much. He was also there at the time, and he was not a good person to get along with that noble lady. The lord saved their lives, and in turn threatened the lord. What a greenhouse flower. I have never experienced the darkness of society. .

Hal nodded when he heard what Locke said. I think the lord is right, a town is not full of battle sequences. There are all kinds of people, and that's a town, not a military camp. Besides, now that the territory is newly built, the population still needs to increase its popularity. More people can also promote currency circulation. Living in the town, there are still many things that need to be bought with money. It is impossible for the lord to provide everything. The potatoes and sweet potatoes of the caravan still need people to take care of them, and more and more will be planted in the future. There are more people in need. It happens to be used by those who have little fighting power.

"I've made a note, my lord. Then we'll load up and leave. If we're lucky, we'll be back in about three or four days." Hal said, calling the knights to get ready to go, and the recruited coachmen began to rush The bullock cart began to slowly drive out of the city gate.

Locke nodded and said, "Well, go early and return early. Now that the caravan is established, I will give the merchant a name, called the Glittering Gold Chamber of Commerce. Haha, Hal, I hope it really looks like gold. In Weigelu There is a golden light shining on the wilderness." Hal laughed and turned around, "Your lord, just look at it!"

Looking at the convoy slowly walking out of the territory, Locke was full of hope. His territory foundation in the Wigerut Wilderness finally began to slowly bear flowers. Just waiting to grow up. Open all over the world.

The caravan has started, it's time to trade in some troops and come out. Otherwise, those unruly people in the Weigrid Wilderness would not be so easy to get along with. Those commodities in the caravan are gold bumps one by one. He couldn't believe that no one had noticed him. Without a foundation of strength, it is useless to do well. Only by beating them up and hurting their hearts will they get along well with you.