Chapter 1039 A Letter that Requires a Decision

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"Your Majesty, this is the financial situation this week," Barov put away the report in his hand and said with excitement, "Generally speaking, the upward trend of various data is better than expected. It cannot be said that it is a sharp increase. It’s too much, in the past, this would have been a miracle!”

"Well, good job," Roland sat back on the chair, looking much calmer than the other person's expression. He naturally knew what the miracle the veteran was referring to - ignoring the impact of the Demonic Moon, the population and economic growth exceeded what should have been the peak seasons of summer and autumn, as if the heavy snow outside the window did not exist. For people of this era, this report completely subverts common sense.

After all, when winter comes, people's activities shift from accumulation to consumption, just like hibernation, and it is common for the economy to perform sluggishly. The former Border Town was abandoned directly, and even the people were gone. How could we talk about trade and production?

But he knows that the essence of hibernation is just a compromise with the environment. Human beings can stand out from thousands of creatures because of their ability to transform the environment - the cement ship that ignores the wind direction and never tires breaks the snow-bound environment. Isolation, heating systems and medical hospitals have solved people's worries, and work in factories is not afraid of wind and snow - when the environmental restrictions are broadened little by little, this day will come sooner or later.

In addition, the coronation ceremony and the establishment of the new royal capital are also key to the increase in data: people always like to run to lively places, and this has not changed for thousands of years.

Nowadays, the vast Chishui River has become a bit crowded - the cement ship manufactured by Neverwinter City exceeded the 500 mark a year ago, and its template has also developed a variety of modifications from the original flatbed transport ship, which can be passed through Slots are reserved to quickly add passenger and commercial upper hulls, which is favored by many chambers of commerce. Coupled with the business opportunities of large-scale population migration, cement ships have also appeared in the docks of other cities.

Since the news of his ascension to the throne has spread, five to six hundred people have arrived in Neverwinter via the inland river every day. A year ago, Barov thought that 100,000 people was an unattainable goal, but now the total population of the Western Region is close to 200,000. , 90% of which are in Neverwinter.

This also makes the new royal capital completely different from other traditional cities - it does not have a majestic city wall, nor is it divided into inner and outer city areas. Instead, it is divided into circles of streets, constantly expanding outward, like a building. It is like a forest composed of houses.

Due to the similar styles of houses and the lack of exquisitely crafted and gorgeous buildings, Neverwinter City has also been criticized by many people.

But in Roland's ears, these words became another kind of boast.

If not, how could Neverwinter withstand the rapid growth of population? You must know that 200,000 means the total number of permanent residents in other cities. If you have to enclose it with a city wall and build several exquisite buildings such as cathedrals, bell towers, and royal palaces, it will probably take decades. time.

Population is the basis of industrialization, the guarantee for opening more factories, and the prerequisite for economic prosperity. As for aesthetics, it was not within his scope of consideration at all.

In other words, in his eyes, rows of steaming chimneys are much more beautiful than magnificent palaces.

Considering the lag in news dissemination, next year's growth should be even more amazing.

"Keep it up and you will be rewarded."

"Being your king's hand is the best reward - and these changes all come from your wise decisions. I just followed your request," Barov said, stroking his beard proudly.

Roland couldn't help but shook his head in amusement, "Do you have anything else to report?"

"Ah... yes, Your Majesty," the old steward quickly took out two letters from his arms, "Although these two letters are sent to the Executive Office, I think only you can make a decision."

"Oh?" Roland took the letter. The name of the sender of the first letter was quite familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before, "Cajun Face?"

"Mr. Cajin is the master of drama in the old royal capital. He once brought a troupe to Neverwinter City and wanted to present a new play for your ceremony, but you did not agree at the time." Barov reminded.

Roland suddenly remembered that the first time he heard this name was from the mouth of the businesswoman Margaery. When asked who was the most familiar person in the royal capital, he blurted out the name of the magic hand, and the result was very embarrassing. Before the enthronement ceremony, officials from the Executive Office did report the matter to him and brought him the script like a treasure. However, he glanced at it and rejected the request. Not to mention that Lorgar's The Phantom is the highlight of his long-prepared drama. This boring palace love story alone is enough to make people doze off.

"He left such a letter before he left. Although I don't think it is necessary to disturb you with such a trivial matter... But he is a well-known person after all. Do you think..." After speaking, the old manager's voice became more and more intense. The lower it gets, as if he wants to speak but stops talking.

Roland also heard the implication.

The date on the letter was almost a week apart, and it was only now that he handed it over to me, which showed that the other party had good intentions - the fourth prince had no ability to appreciate traditional dramas, and his previous hasty rejection only deepened this impression. Rolf was probably afraid of boring him, so he delayed it until this moment, just to let him glance at the letter written by the drama master.

It can be seen that the old manager has high regard for Kajin Feisi.

In other words, it's not just him. Whether it's Margaery or the chief knight, everyone from the old capital seems to have a good impression of this master of drama.

In that case, let's take a look.

Roland shrugged and quickly scanned the letter.

The content was actually an inquiry about the method of making a demon shadow.

Kajin wrote in the letter that he first sought answers from the Star Flower Troupe, but was told by May that the troupe was only responsible for the performance, and it was the Witches' Union that really transformed it into a fantasy. The specific method may involve confidentiality, so she could not answer it. . So he wrote another inquiry letter to the Witches Union, but it was quickly returned on the grounds that direct letters were not accepted in the castle area. In the end, he had to go to the Executive Office again, hoping to ask questions on his behalf.

Roland was a little surprised by the other party's perseverance - generally speaking, the more leader an industry is, the greater the blow it will suffer when it is disrupted, but the lines in Cajin's words are full of desire for the shadow. There was no hint of frustration at all.

"I understand," Roland said after pondering for a moment, "Just let me reply to him about this letter."

It's just that both the drama and the demonic shadow are Neverwinter's propaganda tools. He doesn't have the time or energy to film an old-fashioned palace love story. It's better to explain it directly and completely dispel the other party's idea.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Barov let out a sigh of relief.

"What about the other one?" Roland asked as he opened the envelope. Since it was sent to the Administration Office, the senior manager must have screened it in advance.

"It was sent by a businessman. He called himself Victor Lothar."

"This time it's not a trade request for packaging bags and popcorn?" Roland chuckled.

"Yes, what he wants to buy is cotton." Barov nodded.

"Cotton?" Roland's hand stopped involuntarily, "Neverwinter City does not produce this kind of thing."

"So what he wants is customization," Barov replied, "to Miss Ye from the Witch Union."