Chapter 406 Great Change

Although Gawain shocked everyone on the scene when he just proposed his population relocation plan and the southern border remodeling plan, as the discussion deepened, the feasibility and necessity of this plan gradually became clear. The inconceivable feeling receded, and everyone's attention began to focus on those implementation details.

"... Ladies and gentlemen, let's be clear. Population migration is a long-term plan. The same is true for the construction of cities, roads, and government offices. It will take three to five years to be completely completed, so we must make it all happen smoothly," he said. After answering most of the questions of the various officials of the Government Affairs Office, Gawain looked at everyone on the scene with a serious expression and said, "The first step, we have to choose some pilots - the initial population migration will be the Hossman leader, we will The corps is now stationed near there, the news of the outcome of the war has spread all over the land, and Count Karlov Hossman has been confirmed dead, then the 'receiving troops' will enter the Hossman area and negotiate— — or the cannonballs open the gates of Hossman Castle, followed by an announcement of a change of lord and a new decree.

"In view of the geographical location and development status of the Hosman area, I plan to move half of the serfs and slaves there into the Cecil area, and move all the scattered population of Hossman to the city, with the old Hossman as the city. foundation to build new cities.”

Gawain didn't continue talking here, but Hetty, who was next to him, could vaguely guess the thinking behind his ancestor's arrangement.

Choosing the territory of Count Karloff Hossman, who has been confirmed dead, was chosen as a pilot project. On the one hand, such a territory has the least resistance and makes it easier to execute the plan. On the other hand, this is actually for the nobles who are still alive. A last chance - there are still more than 20 southern nobles and their knights who are still imprisoned in prisoner-of-war camps, and their ancestors obviously hope to squeeze the last value of these nobles - their remaining appeal is attached to their intellectual community, and their symbolic meaning among ordinary people.

These values ​​allow those nobles to survive in the prisoner of war camp, but their choice will determine whether they can get out of the prisoner of war camp alive, and this "pilot" led by Hussman is the countdown for them to make a choice.

Before the countdown is over, the ancestors will not move their land for the time being. This is to maintain the stability of the millions of people in the south. After all, the land nobility system has been implemented here for seven hundred years. Killing them all in one night would terrify everyone—even if the ultimate goal of doing so was to give them a better life.

But after the countdown is over, the seemingly peaceful but iron-fisted ancestor of himself may have to make all the lands in the southern border except Cecil's circle of influence become "borderless".

"Do you have any questions?" After seeing that no one asked any more questions, Gawain tapped on the table and asked.

"...about the construction of new cities in the process of population migration," Hetty said, with a hint of embarrassment on her face,

"I'm afraid we don't have any extra magic net substrates available for the time being, and the supply of basic magic materials is also a problem - this spring's budget has been given to the North Shore Development Zone and the Western New City, and a considerable amount of magic materials are used in In order to disobey the construction of the fortress..."

The more Hetty spoke, the less confident she became, and she secretly glanced at Gao Wen's face: The budget in this area was formulated by her, but it was also handed over to Gao Wen for review. Obviously, no one thought about it when the budget was made. The question of building a magic industrial city outside of Cecil.

But after hearing Hetty's words, Gawain's expression didn't care: "Don't worry about this."

Heidi was stunned for a moment: "Ancestor, do you have other arrangements?"

Gawain couldn't help laughing: "In the areas I have selected, there are ready-made magic nets - there is no need for us to build them, just send a few magic technicians to check the interface status, and then go directly to the equipment."

Hetty probably overworked her brain in today's meeting, so that she didn't realize it all of a sudden, but when Gawain reminded her, she suddenly woke up: "Ah—you put the magic net..."

"Thanks to friends and neighbors for promoting, there are magic nets everywhere in the south," Gawain said while shaking his head with emotion, "They only know how to use magic nets for lighting, powering mage towers, and powering mining machines. How can they know about general energy sources? The value of mine... Ah, when it comes to mining equipment, we can even temporarily use local mine equipment, although they are all old models sold by Cecil, but they are more than enough for the initial stage of construction."

Gawain paused when he said this, and then added: "Of course, when the old nobles built the magic net, they only thought about their manor and castle. The scope of their magic net was not too large. In the future, we will use It will definitely need to be expanded in time, but fortunately now we have the magic obelisk technology, which can transmit magic power remotely. The limitation of the magic net range is not so serious - after you go back, go to the machine factory to place an order, and give priority to the production of a batch. The magic obelisk comes out."

Hearing heard Gawain's arrangement, Heidi was completely relieved, and after thinking of the magic nets in operation all over the southern border, she couldn't help but have a strange smile on her face.

Seeing Heidi's smile, Gawain couldn't help but smile.

Every government office official in the conference room saw the lord's smile. They also smiled when they thought about the past six months that the nobles of all sizes in the southern region smashed pots and sold iron to build magic nets and purchase mining equipment.

Knowing, and tacit understanding.

There was a cheerful air in the conference room.

However, in the royal capital thousands of miles away, in the splendid and ancient Silver Fort of Saint Sunil, there is only gloom and depression in the air.

A long white dress rolled through the long corridor of Silver Castle like a blizzard. Victoria Wilder, Duchess of Northland, and several entourages quickly passed through the corridor. The duke even looked colder than usual today, but the fine snowflakes that kept flying between her hurried steps showed that the duchess was in a restless mood. This kind of hurried situation did not often happen to her.

She walked into the "Golden Rose Hall" on the top floor of the castle. In this small hall, which was only used for the discussions of the most powerful people at the top of the kingdom, she saw the elegant and bookish cypress wearing a dark coat. Duke of Devon Franklin.

The middle-aged gentleman-like Duke of the West was standing by the window, looking down at the atrium space inside the castle. He only glanced back after hearing the movement of Victoria entering the door, but soon turned his head back.

At the end of his line of sight, in the atrium open space inside the Silver Fort, you can clearly see traces that have been burned and trampled. The traces are very new, as if they were left a few days ago.

That was, of course, only a few days ago—the traces left when the rebels in the castle were killed.

A few days ago, there was a sudden riot in the Silver Castle. The dead man set fire to Francis II's study and Prince Edmund's bedroom. The chaos was quickly suppressed by the extraordinary powers in the castle, but the dead man's last The counterattack left those dazzling traces in the atrium.

Outside the castle, in various parts of Saint-Sunil City, there have been more than a dozen sabotage operations in the past few days. Needless to say, while the suspects in each act of sabotage were quickly caught and executed, the sabotage itself upset Duke Baldwin and made him realize that a huge cloud was gathering over the kingdom.

Now here comes Victoria, in such a hurry—and the duchess may have worse news.

The rumor that was introduced to Silver Castle two days ago is probably true.

"It has been confirmed, the news is true," sure enough, the Duchess of the North said quickly, "Francis II died in Longwind Fortress, and Silas Lauren and Edmund claimed that the king died in In the hands of the assassins sent by the capital, they have inspired almost all the nobles in the Eastern Territory, and have already attacked the Holy Spirit Plain—in the border area between the Holy Spirit Plain and the Eastern Territory, there have been several small-scale tentative battles."

Then, she added: "The original news should have come earlier, but the eyeliner I set in the Eastern Region has been removed, and the magical communication has also been disturbed... Silas Lauren and Edmund It looks like you've been preparing for this day for a long time."

Baldwin Franklin closed his eyes, and his body couldn't help but swayed slightly.

It wasn't until two minutes later that the Duke of the West finally opened his eyes. He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down: "As we expected, the little riot in the capital is just a prelude. A A sensational conspiracy happened right under our noses."

"The news will spread soon, Edmund Moen probably not only prepared those inconspicuous sabotage... I suspect that there are still his people in the royal capital, and they will start activities after the news reaches the capital, Incite and induce the emotions of the nobles, and make them believe those malicious slander words from the East," Victoria Wilder continued, she was unbelievably calm at this moment, "We have to take action before this."

"We can't catch those people before they start to act, and after the news starts to circulate, we will make the situation worse if we do anything with those people," Baldwin Franklin frowned, "the only one The way is to send a message before that..."

The Duchess of the North and the Duke of the West fell silent for a while, and after half a minute of silence, Victoria Wilder sighed rarely.

"Let's make it public," she said, "publish it... Prince Edmund Morn murdered his father and murdered his king, and Silas Lauren rebelled... In the name of maintaining order in the kingdom and avenging the king, we want to join forces with East The border is at war."

Baldwin Franklin nodded silently, and after a few seconds he let out a long sigh: "Our king said he would bring peace back—he didn't come back, and he didn't come back either."

This is the last day of the second week of the fire month in Ansu 736.

On this day, Ansu's second civil war officially broke out.