When Roland opened the office door, Barov had been waiting in the room for a long time.
He threw the document to the Assistant Minister, lay down on the chair, and put his feet on the desk.
If there were no outsiders present, he really wanted to hum a song.
"Your Royal Highness, please restrain your grief," Barov quickly read the document and frowned, "The King has unfortunately passed away, and the murderer is the First Prince. This is really a tragedy, I don't know what Your Royal Highness is going to do next."
"Gerald's death is too strange, I want to see the third and fifth sister's decision," Roland said, "But in any case, there are some things we should prevent in advance."
Barov looked at the Prince, waiting for the other side's next words.
"King's City may become turbulent because of this change of royal power, so the first thing to do is to pick up your relatives and family members." Of course, more importantly, in order to prevent the second prince from using these people to threaten his vassals, for now, in order to maintain the normal administrative and financial operations of Border Town, the Assistant Minister was indispensable. Roland took a sip of tea and continued, "You and Carter, as well as your subordinates, write a letter to their families, I will ask my guards to take it to King's City, and arrange for them to take shelter in other towns."
"Don't come to Border Town?" Barov was not a fool, more than 20 years of political experience made him immediately understand the Prince's meaning.
"No." Roland did not want the other side to use their families to threaten his subordinates, but he also did not want his subordinates to think that he was using their families to threaten them, so he chose a compromise. First, they would settle in other safer towns, and later when Border Town had a firm foothold, they would move here.
"I know, thank you for your concern, Your Royal Highness," the Assistant Minister nodded in agreement, which made Roland feel relieved. In the end, he could use too few people.
"Another thing about the ore trade, recently suspend the export of iron ore, and only sell raw gemstones to Willow Town," he ordered, "I need to keep the iron ore for my own use."
"This will cause a decline in revenue, Your Royal Highness."
"But it won't fall too much, the miners found a new gem deposit, which can make up for part of the gap," Roland said. Moreover, there was not much business during the winter. Nobody was willing to go out to do business during the days when demonic beasts might appear at any time. In the long four months, it was likely that there would only be two or three rounds of business. For a lightweight single-masted sailboat, transporting raw gemstones was obviously a more cost-effective choice.
"I see," Barov wrote it down.
After the Assistant Minister left, Roland called Carter Lannis, "I need to expand the size of the Militia. After the recruitment is sent out, you can arrange for a few quick and capable members to be captains in the new team. The training will be carried out in the same way as last time. "
"Your Highness, if we continue to train according to the previous method, I'm afraid it will take a long time before the new team can be used."
"That's still better than a motley crew." Roland waved his hand, signaling for him to do as he said. Although the troops trained this way were far from being an army, and were probably only at the level of university students who had completed military training, sometimes one had to compare one's combat power with one's opponent. In addition to the brainless demonic beasts, he was most likely to encounter a group of private soldiers, mercenaries, and serfs who were temporarily put together to form a "mixed army". As long as they were equipped with advanced weapons, even university students would be able to deal with them.
After Carter also left, Roland couldn't help but laugh.
He didn't think that such a coincidence would happen! It was like sending charcoal in the snow, or a pillow when he was sleepy.
Was this bad news for him? Was it a dilemma? Big mistake! He didn't know much about Garcia Wimbledon, but he knew that she wasn't the kind of person who would be trampled on. The First Prince was sentenced to death in such a short time. Even if there was no inside story, he was afraid that she wouldn't easily return to King's City.
He just had to follow her instructions. As long as he stayed in Border Town and didn't move, someone was bound to jump out – and the Duke of Longsong Stronghold was likely to be the first one who couldn't sit still. Otherwise, he wouldn't have hurriedly sent the recall letter to him in this terrible weather.
The Duke hoped that he would see it one day earlier, so that he wouldn't be able to sleep or eat in peace.
If he chose to stay in Border Town, it would be tantamount to defying the new King's will. After the Months of the Demons, the Duke would most likely use Timothy Wimbledon's banner to teach him a profound lesson. And this was exactly what Roland needed.
If you asked what industrialization lacked the most, the answer would undoubtedly be people.
It required a large number of people to invest in this large-scale production, turning people into parts to drive this huge machine. It was no exaggeration to say that the United Kingdom had the "sheep eat man" enclosure movement, which drove a large number of farmers off the land, making them free laborers, and laid a deep foundation for the later Industrial Revolution.
The industrial age was just this rough. As long as they kept throwing educated workers into the furnace, they would be able to get rich returns. The more detailed the industrial classification, the more people needed would be multiplied.
Roland had always been troubled by the population problem.
Border Town had a total of more than two thousand residents, even with the new era of machinery, it was still only a workshop type of production. Without a large number of available people, many projects couldn't be carried out. But where would he get to steal and abduct so many people?
Buy slaves? Not to mention where to buy thousands of slaves at one time, adult slaves were expensive, and there was not much meaning in training them. The training period for young slaves under the age of ten was too long, even if you went against your conscience to hire child labor, you would have to wait for a few years.
Recruit talents? How many people could be attracted to this kind of border area? And the cost would only be greater than buying slaves.
Encourage more children? Forced marriage? Forget it …
It wasn't that he didn't set his eyes on Longsong Stronghold, but the kingdom was in a stable state, if he attacked the surrounding lords, it would simply be a joke. And the Duke Of Ryan also didn't dare to openly target him, he could only secretly trip him up.
But now it was different, after Timothy ascended the throne, he was eager for all his competitors to disappear, from this recall order you can see his eagerness. Duke Of Ryan obviously also saw this, once the old King's constraints, as the ruler of the Western Territory, it would be strange if he didn't do something.
This was the opportunity Roland had been waiting for for a long time.
As the border of the kingdom, Longsong Stronghold had been operating for a hundred years, with nearly ten thousand permanent residents. And behind the stronghold, there was a large piece of land and defenseless towns. As long as he defeated the Duke of Longsong Stronghold and took the city, he could get a large number of free people, and at the same time complete the primitive accumulation of wealth.
What better way to obtain a population than to annex? What better way to accumulate wealth than to plunder?
This news was like a lighthouse dispelling the fog, illuminating the direction Roland was heading.
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