Western Fantasy: I can write unlimited entries

One day, the mansion office.

Joyce is reporting to Ron the general situation of the territory.

"There are currently 36,205 residents in the territory and 49,371 foreign refugees. During the past few months, many foreigners have entered the territory and want to live in the Arnold Territory. I have ordered people to strictly control and register them."

After hearing her words, Ron's eyes lit up and he asked, "What are the identities of the people who want to live here? How many people are there specifically?"

Joyce rummaged through a stack of documents to find the corresponding one, and read: "There are thirteen thousand people in total, 90% of whom are civilians who cannot survive in other territories and want to come here to survive. I am still asking people to verify this part. .The other 10% are traveling merchants or adventurers.”

Hearing this, Ron smiled. It seemed that the reputation of Arnold Territory had completely spread. Even the common people living at the bottom of the kingdom heard about the reputation of Arnold Territory elsewhere and migrated here.

"Lord, how should the refugees and those who come later be resettled in the future?" Joyce asked. This was related to the future development direction of the territory, and she could not make a decision by herself.

Regarding this matter, Ron already had a plan in mind. He said: "This is indeed a very important matter, but you don't have to worry, I have a way to arrange it."

"All refugees who participated in the construction of the new city will be issued the same residence permit as the Arnold Territory citizens, enjoy all the rights of the Arnold Territory citizens, and are regarded as members of the territory."

After a pause, Ron continued: "Those who come later will be issued a temporary residence permit, which is valid for one year and needs to be renewed every year. If they live peacefully without any illegal behavior or criminal records, they can be renewed after five years. It is a permanent residence permit and is regarded as a territorial citizen of the territory.”

Joyce's eyes flashed slightly, then quickly disappeared. She nodded slightly, "Lord, I understand. I will formulate your ideas into policies for governing the people."

Ron nodded slightly. He was very relieved when Joyce was doing things. After thinking about it, he said, "If someone makes a big contribution, such as promoting the development of the territory, or creating things that are beneficial to the territory, it can shorten the time." , apply for a permanent residence permit in advance. You can discuss it yourself at that time."

"Yes, I remember."

Joyce bowed and retreated, returned to his desk and began to handle matters. Ron looked at her dignified and elegant appearance and couldn't help but fall into thinking.

It's not anything else, but the entry slot on Joyce. Such an excellent subordinate does not have the entry, so the only entry slot is empty.

As Ron's most capable civilian subordinate, it is only reasonable that he should give Joyce an entry.

But Joyce is very rational. Even the favorability shown on the character card is not real. Her favorability can only be seen when she is unconscious and falls asleep. It is difficult for Ron to judge whether Joyce's favorability is good or not. Reached 95 points.

Of course, the matter of obtaining entries for people with a favorability level of 95 is a rule set by him, and it is okay not to follow it.

But in order to prevent betrayal, that person must truly belong to him.

In addition, every 5 points of favorability will be followed by a different description. The last time I checked Joyce's character card, the favorability shown in his sleep was only 87 points, which is still two levels away from the 95 points of favorability.

Normally, Joyce's favorability degree fluctuates between 75 and 79, and has never reached 80. His sanity has reached a terrifying level.

From an emotional point of view, Ron trusts Joyce very much, including her ability to do things.

But intellectually, Ron couldn't guarantee it. A person who was good to you in the past may not necessarily be equally good to you in the future.

Just when he was hesitating whether to write entries for Joyce, Joyce's cold voice sounded next to him.

"Lord Lord?"

The sound reached his ears, awakening Ron, and he realized that he had been looking at the other person for too long.

"Well, I'm going to go for a walk. You can take a rest after you finish processing."

Ron finished speaking pretending to be calm, and then left the office directly. He was indeed a little embarrassed just now, but if he didn't show it, it would be fine. Who dared to say anything wrong with him?

He has also figured this out. There is no rush to write entries for Joyce. Her current ability is enough to handle it. When her ability cannot keep up with the development speed of the territory, he will have a good chat with her.

After Ron went out, a crimson color appeared on Joyce's cheeks, reaching to the back of her ears. The lord had just looked at her for five minutes, and she really couldn't stand the gaze before she spoke.

At this time, there was a conversation outside the door, and the voice was Rosalind who was coming here. She happened to meet the lord who was going out.

"Lord Lord."

Rosalind stopped and bowed.

Ron nodded, "Oh, by the way, are your clothing stores still open?"

Although she didn't know the meaning of the lord's question, Rosalind answered seriously. She is now in charge of the mansion's finances and has also opened many shops in the new city. The clothing stores originally in Cote Town have been moved to the streets of the new city, which is better than before. The store is even more gorgeous.

Ron had no objection to this. Rosalind was keen on doing business to make money, which could also promote economic development, and the people without much knowledge could not do such a big business. At least what Rosalind did Can take the lead.

"Well, that's good. You seem to be running a food store too. You own two of the four categories of food, clothing, housing and transportation."

Ron said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Rosalind's heart tightened, and she was suddenly unsure of the lord's thoughts. Was this a warning to her?

But what she was more concerned about was the specific division of the four categories of 'food, clothing, housing and transportation'. Rosalind had a hunch that these four were projects that made a lot of money.

Ron didn't chat for long and left after saying a few words. The previous sentence was indeed a knock on his part. All industries were in his own hands, which was not conducive to the economic development of the territory. This was in conflict with Ron's idea of ​​opening a school to teach the people of the territory.

I believe that with Rosalind's intelligence, she will soon be able to figure out his hidden meaning.

Rosalind stayed there for a long time, until Ron's back disappeared. She turned around and walked into the office. She saw Joyce with a red face at just one glance, and said softly, "Why is your face so red?"

"Really? Maybe it's because the weather is too stuffy." Joyce said lightly.

Rosalind looked at the refrigeration magic prop in the corner of the room, her expression even more suspicious, there must be something fishy!

——

The days passed in peace.

Soon the day came when the new city was built, and buildings were built in the third ring of the territory. Metal pillars were erected on both sides of each street, and there was an ornament like a crystal sphere on the top of the pillar.

Many people were curious about what it was. Some people knew something about it and explained that it was a street lamp.

What are street lights?

The man couldn't explain why. At this point, everyone regarded the pillars called street lamps as decorations on the street.

At least, the crystal ball on it looks particularly beautiful and gorgeous.

A very large stage was set up in the big square in the city. When the new city was established, the lord had to come forward to speak to the people.

On this day, Ron dressed up and came to the scene surrounded by a group of people. He stepped onto the stage. There were crowds of people below, and behind the crowd stood a huge statue.

It was a mighty young man riding on a horse, wielding the long sword in his hand in an imposing manner.

At this time, Egbert, who noticed Ron's gaze, chuckled and said, "Lord, that was a stone statue carved for you by a refugee. It was kept because it was very vivid."

that's me?

Ron was stunned. He couldn't remember when he had ridden a horse, let alone used a sword.

On the side, Amelia suddenly said: "You are majestic in the painting book, riding a horse every day to save the world."

Few civilians have actually seen the lord. They can only understand Ron through drawing books, which is why this huge stone statue was born.

After Ron was speechless, he took a serious look at the stone statue in the distance. It really looked like him. He said, "It seems that there are quite a lot of talents."

The craftsmanship of this carving cannot be called a master, but it is still an expert level. It was also because of Ron's simple words that the carver changed his destiny.

"Lord, the subjects are waiting for you." Egbert excitedly handed over the amplifying magic props.

Egbert remembered that Ron had hugged him and said that he would restore the glory of the family and bring the Arnold family to glory. He did not expect that it would come true so quickly. That scene vaguely happened yesterday.

Ron could understand his mood at the moment and gave him a smile, then took the loudspeaker and stepped onto the stage to face the tens of thousands of citizens below.

"My subjects, I am your lord - Ron Arnold." Ron's words were very direct.

As soon as he finished speaking, the huge square began to boil with cheers and cheers. He stared at the young lord on the stage with infinite reverence in his eyes.

After about ten seconds, Ron smiled and asked them to quiet down.

"This city was built with your hands. Every brick and every gravel here is stained with your sweat and hard work."

Ron's voice reached everyone's ears through the loudspeaker, and they felt that these words were spoken into their hearts.

Ron's talk on the stage continued.

"This new city is not only mine as a lord, but also yours."

This should be regarded as Ron's second public speech. The first time was to the knights in the mansion. Now they are completely loyal to Ron and Arnold's territory.

But this time, the target is all the people of the territory. Ron wants them to swear to protect the lord and the city built with hard work from the bottom of their hearts.

It sounds simple, but it is not easy to achieve the desired effect, or it is almost impossible for other nobles to achieve this.

Because no noble would say such stupid words as "their city is also yours". That would not be conducive to governance and would make the people under their rule arrogant and difficult to govern.

Even now, Amelia looked at him with a strange look, anticipating Ron's next words or actions.

As a princess, Amelia did not realize at the moment that because of Ron's words, the will of guardianship gradually gathered in the hearts of the people present, and they were of one mind with the lord, sharing weal and woe.

Some people even began to cry softly. They had been regarded as the lowest level workers in other territories before, and were not valued or treated as human beings.

But now, it's different, everything is different, just because the lord is Ron Arnold.

".Today, I will give this new city a name."

At this time, the square was silent, eerily quiet. It seemed that within a second, everyone held their breath just to hear the name given by Ron.

"This city is called - Miracle."

As the words fell, cheers resounded through the sky. At this moment, the cohesion of will reached its peak. Seeing this scene, Amelia was slightly moved.

Ron also smiled. He already knew that his goal was achieved. After the people were excited for a while, he finally said a few concluding remarks.

"This is the beginning of a miracle. I look forward to you showing your talents in the future, bringing excitement and miracles to this city, and making it worthy of its name."

Ron's last words made everyone excited. What an honor it was that the lord looked forward to their talents and had expectations for them.

In the corner where he couldn't see, a petite girl was holding a drawing book in her hands, making strange syllables in her mouth, and kept moving her hands, copying Ron on the stage in the drawing book.

"Ah~miracle~hehe~"

——

A few days passed in the blink of an eye.

The excitement of the people has not passed, and they are still immersed in the scene of the lord's speech that day.

Inside the office.

"Have you got your residence permit ready?"

Ron asked. The residence permit he was talking about was not a simple thing, but a special item like an adventurer's certificate made by Hadyi. Ron had assigned him this task a few months ago.

Joyce stood up and replied: "Not yet. It takes longer than expected to enter personal information on the residence permit. There are many refugees whose identities cannot be verified."

Ron pondered for a moment and said: "There is no need to pay special attention to this matter. Byron will take office in the near future. He needs some achievements to establish himself and stop the mouths of those people."

Hearing this, Joyce understood what Ron meant, nodded and did not discuss the topic again. She took out another document and said, "Lord, this is the list of visitors for the coming week. Please take a look."

Ron raised his eyebrows and reached out to take it.

The Miracle City was newly established, and Ron did not invite any nobles or royal families to watch the ceremony. Even if they wanted to come, he would not agree.

Because that would reduce his influence, now he can let them come and take a look. Ron opened the list and saw Viscount Gordon, followed closely by Earl Fast, and then Alfred De Marquis, others have heard of him, but none of them know him.

"I'll entertain Viscount Gordon and Marquis Alfred, and you can make arrangements for the rest." Ron took a look and made a decision quickly.

Joyce was startled, "Lord, am I coming?"

There are at least twenty people on the list above, including a marquis, and the rest are either earls or viscounts. Is her status appropriate?

Ron put down the list, glanced at her lightly, and said, "If you don't want to, just let Rosalind go. I think she won't refuse."

"No, I'll do it."

Joyce said this not to consolidate her power, but to clarify her identity. Miracle City was newly established. As the lord's most capable assistant, she would inevitably face such things sooner or later.

Seeing this, Ron chuckled, "Do you remember what I told you before? I gave you the last test, and now I'm here to tell you the results."

Joyce slowly raised his head when he heard this.

"Congratulations, it's perfect." Ron smiled.

"Thanks."

The expression on Joyce's face showed no change, and Ron said again: "The next step is a new exam."

In an instant, Ron seemed to see a trace of resentment on her face. Was the exam bad?