Build a Human Empire by Creating Clans

“I had to stop.”

Griff and Rachel stopped arguing.

“I know what you are thinking, so I won’t bother to say more. Let’s move on to the next discussion.”

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After that, I frowned at the continuous report.

Not because I was in a bad mood, but because I was suddenly out of focus.

When I narrowed my eyes to focus, I felt very tired.

“Clearing and seeding are proceeding as scheduled.”

“Construction of the Olymus-Lagoa road will be finished soon.”

“I think we can increase the amount of mining in Lagoa Mine.”

“It is said that the transportation volume has increased exponentially due to the supply of rags in the transport unit. It would be nice to have more followers.”

Eventually, I put the paper down and rubbed my eyes.

Calliope removed the cooled teacup and placed a new one.

“I’d better take a break.”

“Ah, should we stop for now?”

Nodding to Grif, they all put down the papers.

I picked up a tobacco and came out of the Yeongju Hall.

Calliope and Pasimea followed behind.

“Are you in moderation?”

At Pasimea’s words, I burst into laughter.

Although he was blunt on the outside, his thoughts showed concern.

She took a long inhalation of the tobacco she lit.

“Okay. You can rest for a while. More research? How are things going?”

“You mean gunpowder? That’s of course… No, don’t talk about work when you’re resting.”

I nodded and exhaled smoke.

‘It would be nice if it was hard to feel fatigue like my family.’

At least it would have been better if the level had risen.

When the level goes up, the physical strength goes up as well, so it should be less fatigue than now, but since the level didn’t go up, I had to endure the heavy workload with my bare body.

‘At least I’m relieved because I have a follower.’

Because the subordinates are taking care of the work in the middle.

Some of my work is reduced in the middle.

There was no case where the report was omitted or the report itself was false.

‘I couldn’t trust him in my previous life, so I always had to be suspicious.’

If there are no subordinates, who should be entrusted with the task?

There is no choice but to leave it to the vassal or merchant class.

The problem is that both are cool.

‘Most of the vassals were people who had no interest in anything other than fighting.’

To them, counting meant counting the number of enemies, and negotiation meant forcing my will on them.

‘But if I leave it to the merchants, there are plenty of guys like Pinto.’

When told to collect taxes, embezzlement, manipulation of documents is basic, and false reports are not hesitant… In a different sense from vassals, trust was impossible.

‘Compared to that, how reliable are the family members?’

There is a difference in ability depending on the job and level.

Negotiable with Shem, no embezzlement or manipulation.

If there is anything lacking, it is only that there are not enough numbers.

Currently, the number of members of the group is a little over 200.

‘A being with a human heart, but taking responsibility like a machine.’

Isn’t that an ideal figure?

The reason I work so passionately is related to this.

Wouldn’t it be embarrassing if I, who led them, showed a lazy side?

I put out the cigarette and caressed my neck.

“Let’s go in.”

“Get some more rest.”

“done.”

I sat down and picked up the papers.

As if they had waited, the family also picked up the documents.

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‘That’s amazing.’

Gerhard turned his gaze from the papers to Edar.

Edar looked at the papers with tired eyes.

Then, Griff stood up in front of him and continued his explanation.

“…Therefore, I propose that these three settlements, Lipnak, Sodmark and Nürten, be intensively cultivated and turned into granary areas.”

“hmm.”

Eddar stood up and looked down at the map.

He stroked his chin, contrasting the three frontier villages drawn on the map.

“Permission. The manpower necessary for implementation is reported later, and other necessary elements do not have to be reported.”

“thank you.”

“Next, Rachel. Do you need an extension of the chapel?”

“yes. As your father knows…”

Gerhard slightly furrowed his eyebrows.

It was not only him who frowned, but also some of his followers.

Rachel, dressed in a nun’s uniform, took out a blueprint and presented it to Edar.

It was because she led a fanaticism called Freed Slaves.

There were not a few people in the family who regarded Edar as a god.

Among them, Rachel was strong enough to be called a fanatic, and it was good to see that the only followers who liked her were her followers.

‘That’s sloppy.’

So, Gerhard laughed at the blueprint that Rachel held out.

It was an architectural drawing of a wooden building, but it did not look like it was drawn by a professional.

As a corps commander, he was good at building positions, but he looked sloppy.

Perhaps she had conceived it herself.

‘It collapses after building it like that.’

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I was thinking about whether I should cross my arms and say one thing.

Edar said while tapping the drawing with his index finger.

“If you raise it like this, the ceiling will not be supported and will come down. Pillars and load-bearing walls that can withstand the load should be attached more closely.”

“is that so?”

“hmm. See.”

Edar grabbed the graphite and drew over the blueprint.

Laying a foundation that was not in the drawing, marking the materials for the frame, adding rafters and joists, etc… In Gerhard’s view, it turned the drawing into a new level.

“and···.”

“ruler. done. For the rest, discuss with Grif and build it.”

‘also.’

Gerhard shook his head.

‘He is a person who does not know the end of wisdom.’

Everyone will have a moment of hesitation at least once, but it was very difficult for their owners to see such an appearance.

As if he knew the correct answer, he answered without hesitation.

Gerhard felt his loyalty strengthened every time he saw him like that.

“If you have done this, it seems to have become a frontier. Gehard.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Edar frowned slightly.

I was reluctant to call her “Your Majesty.”

‘You’re so unique that you allow being worshiped as a god.’

Of course, Gerhard knew why.

It was because he wanted to be closer to his family.

However, Gerhard had a personality befitting the job of a corps commander.

Didn’t he call Edar the emperor from the time he was created?

He had no intention of treating his master like a relative.

So no matter how many times Edar pointed it out, he responded as if it was a mistake, and since Edar also knew it, he didn’t point it out too much.

“The Government General reports on the current situation in Northern Wallachia.”

Gerhard rose from his seat.

“The population of northern Wallachia is still being determined. Many of the materials possessed by the former lords are deliberately damaged or omitted, so it seems that a new census needs to be conducted.”

The culprit was the lord or a member of his family.

As soon as he heard the news of the annihilation in the Great Plains, he took the ghosts and ran away, paralyzing the administration like a clear night tactic.

“It won’t be easy. No matter how barren the north is, there will be hundreds of thousands. Even if the administration is restored, work will be difficult for a while.”

Some members of the household burst into admiration.

It was several hundred thousand, a population dozens of times that of the Great Plains.

It was only yesterday that thousands of freed slaves struggled to settle, but how can we not be surprised that they conquered a population several dozen times the total population?

“Ugh. How many of them would like to move to the Great Plains?”

Griff sighed and grumbled.

It is a population that has reached saturation in the barren North.

There must be many farmers who will easily choose to migrate even with a little stimulation.

And the number must be so great that it cannot be compared to freed slaves.

“I think we will receive more migrants this month than the population that has increased in the past few months.”

It was bound to happen once North Wallochia’s administration was restored and migration policies were implemented.

Grif knew that, so he reacted that way.

“We need to increase our grain storage.”

To that, Eddar replied with a smile without saying a word.

It is not possible to not be relocated just because the hardships are obvious.

Northern Wallachia with geographic limits to growth.

The Plains of Oroko, full of everything but unpopulated.

It’s obvious where to focus.

“I will leave that matter to the Government General. next.”

“Next is the state of the land.”

Another map was placed on top of the map of Olymus.

It was a map of all of northern Wallochia.

Areas were painted in all colors on the map, of which two-thirds of the area was colored red.

Gerhard said while running around these areas with his index finger.

“This area is land whose owner has not been identified in the ledger.”

“Meadows, forests, farmland. Everything is covered.”

“yes.”

Edar smiled.

Unverified owner sounds like an omission.

Administration is done by rule of thumb, but is this much omission possible?

‘No way. It’s all made up and played.’

The lord is the one who collects taxes more tenaciously than anyone else.

The lord doesn’t know the landlord of his estate?

No, I pretended not to know even though I knew it.

‘The area other than red is the land that officially pays taxes. The rest is privately exempted land.’

If you formally say, ‘This land does not collect taxes,’ there will be many problems in the future, so ‘I don’t know whose land it is. I’ll investigate later.’

“Has the decree been issued to those who own the land?”

“of course. No matter what contract you made with the previous lord, if you owned the land, he told you to come and report it. The deadline was also sufficient. And yet, this is what remains.”

“Confiscate it. Confiscate and distribute to the serfs.”

“You mean for free?”

Edar shook his head.

“The free provision of land is limited to the Great Plain of Oroko.”

Gerhard agreed.

Edar is the owner of Oroko Great Plain or Northern Wallochiana.

However, Edar was focusing on developing the Great Plains.

It was needless to say that population was what the Great Plains needed most.

That’s why they were giving all kinds of benefits for migration, but if North Wallochia was treated the same as the Great Plains, would migrants come?

“Confiscate all land whose owner cannot be confirmed, and sell farmland at a low price to the serfs who used to live in that area.”

“All right. But it will take time to get things done.”

“Are you short of hands?”

Gerhard nodded.

“I’m going to send more of my family, but… well, even that won’t be enough.”

Edar rested his chin on his fist and pondered for a moment.

“I’m thinking of re-hiring the people who were in charge of administration.”

“hmm? Oh, it was. Even if the northern nobility died out, many of the classes that were in charge of administration must remain. Do as you please. Call them back and progressively leave only those who are useful.”

“Can I pay my salary in kind or in land?”

“no.”

Edar firmly shook his hand.

“Pay your salary in cash unconditionally.”

“Paying in money is a pretty big budget drain.”

“We will increase the amount of mining in the Lagoa mine. make a new budget Calculate the expenses required to maintain the administration and report the addition of other budgets. I will support you that much.”

Land grants are a rare exception, Edar said.

“Why are you doing this?”

“I will dismantle the feudal system. I don’t need a relationship where the lord gives the land to the vassal and the vassal serves in exchange for the land.”

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Gerhard came out of the manor house.

The meeting had just ended and it was evening.

I looked up at the night sky and sighed.

“You seem to be in a lot of trouble?”

I turned my back to the playful voice.

Griff approached with a narrow-eyed smile.

“You have a serious face, but what are you seriously thinking about?”

Gehard’s expression crumpled for an instant, then straightened up again.

“It’s because I have a lot on my mind.”

“What do you think?”

“Your Majesty is doing business, but I felt like I had nothing to do.”

“Is that so?”

He sighed again.

Even though his family assisted him, Edar’s workload was considerable.

It wasn’t because his body was weak that he was always tired.

It was because he personally led and paid for almost everything.

‘In the first place, the work of the Government-General should have been done on my own line.’

Didn’t Edar give him enormous authority?

The judicial, administrative, military, and even putting the same people under his command.

However, among the issues Edar dealt with today, there were several issues that should have been handled by the Government General.

Gerhard felt sorry for that.

‘Everyone else does their part or more.’

Pasimea’s construction of a paper mill, and Rachel’s retraining and subsidizing freed slaves, were things that Gehard was quite jealous of.

‘I am the governor. There is no one in my family who manages a larger territory than me. But the achievements seem to be the least.’

“hmm···.”

Grif scratched his shoulder while seeing Gerhard’s serious expression.

“You look like you’re going to buy something.”

He slapped Gerhard on the back.

“I think you’re doing enough of what you can. Well, if you think it’s not enough right now, how about trying a business at least once?”

Gerhard raised his head.

“business?”

“It’s business. Would you like to hear the story?”

Still playful face.

Cunning narrow eyes looked at him.

But Gerhard couldn’t help but listen.

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“It’s not like a weird joke, is it?”

“sure.”

There was disbelief in Gehard’s eyes.

However, the regrettable thing was that he waited patiently for his words.

“Gehard. Isn’t it an achievement that you are thinking about?”

Achievements.

Gerhard shook his head.

He said that it would be enough to completely rule Edar, Gryf, or northern Wallochia, but Gehard wanted to show more outstanding results like Pasimea.

I wanted to achieve more than just maintaining the status quo.

Griff smiled as if he knew what he was thinking.

“Can’t we do what only the Government General can do?”

“What can only be done at the Government General’s Office?”

The first thing that came to mind was war.

Can we go down south and expand our territory?

Griff groaned and shook his head.

“You are ignorant. Didn’t I tell you at first? ‘Even though I can’t rule the world, I know how to tend a handful of vegetable gardens.’”

“Hmm.”

“Where did that spirited nobleman go?”

He coughed and averted his gaze.

It was ignorant even in my own opinion.

The words were in vain in the haste.

“Conversely, think about what is lacking in the frontier.”

“Um… there aren’t enough people.”

“That’s it. I heard that northern Wallachia has a population of hundreds of thousands? Then, in the frontier, you can do what you can’t do because of the lack of population, what you need a lot of people, right?”

Because it takes a lot of work.

As I thought about it while scratching my neck, a few things came to mind.

“Do you feel better now?”

“so so. You’ve got some good material.”

“For example?”

“Pasimea built a paper mill. It says it’s a factory, but in reality it’s just a two-story building. I want to build more and bigger factories like that.”

“Exactly.”

Grif smiled and snapped his fingers.

“The Great Plains is still a little over 10,000 people, even though the population has increased significantly with the release of slaves. Can there be any industry besides farming in a place like this? No.”

He gripped the toga wrapped around his body and continued.

“This thousand, for example. Not a single strand is produced on the Great Plains. If necessary, import from outside. At least we have gold mines and we have transporters that don’t charge a penny, but that’s just an outflow of money. It is difficult to meet demand.”

“Didn’t the agenda of providing weaving machines for every household come out today?”

“You know that the domestic industry has clear limits, right?”

Gerhard nodded.

There was no choice but to be inconsistent in terms of production volume and quality.

Costs were bound to rise accordingly.

‘Above all, I don’t know how many people know how to weave on the frontier.’

Pioneers usually came from humble origins and joined the pioneering group when they were young, so there were many cases in which they became pioneers before they had a weaving machine in their homes or even before they were properly trained.

Rather than giving them looms, he decided that it would be better to set up a factory in northern Wallochia, where the domestic handicraft industry was active.

“If you provide the manpower and space, we will support you with the goods. Instead, let me buy the products from there first.”

“you? What money do you have?”

“Gehard. Just as you are the Governor of Northern Wallochia, I am Edar’s agent. Can you make any amount of money?”

“Is that the business you speak of?”

He looked at me suspiciously as if he was going to do something else.

Griff looked at him with an incomprehensible smile.

“It is confidential.”

“joy.”

Anyway, the two of them were members of the family and could read the thoughts.