For Gwen, accepting the exiles of the Church of Holy Light was not a problem that needed to be considered. For the rapidly developing Cecil Domain, which was full of new order from beginning to end, any group of people in this era had to be polished into a qualified part of this industrial machine in the shortest time possible. It did not matter if you were a believer, a noble, a merchant, or a slave, the first thing you had to do after entering Cecil Domain was to face the buffer camp. After that, you would have to undergo a long period of education and reform, work in the factory, attend classes in the barracks, and grow into a glorious and qualified citizen of Cecil Domain...
This was an era where all kinds of propaganda and education methods were slow and backward. The impact of Cecil Domain's industrial and educational system on the natives of this era was incomparably strong. And the identity of these natives before they entered the domain... was actually not important to this land.
In other words, any natives of this era were actually unqualified for the magical industrial society. Since everyone needed to be reformed and educated before they could be put to use, the difference between everyone was only limited to the difficulty of the reformation.
Of course, accepting the exiled heretics might bring some additional troubles. This was something that Gwen had considered before.
The Church of Holy Light might make a move and spread some rumors in the areas where they had a strong influence. But no matter what, these troubles were within the scope of Gwen's acceptance. The south was not the domain of the Church of Holy Light, so the slander and restrictions of the Church would at most cause some ripples in the Holy Spirit Plains. And when it came to Gwen? With Cecil's natural prestige, the Church's slander and rumors would not dare to be too widespread. Taking a step back, even if those fanatical believers of the Holy Light were to resist Cecil Domain, what could they do?
Gwen's future plans were destined to clash with the stubborn forces in the Holy Spirit Plains.
Wright left along with the caravan in the domain. This priest would return to the place where he started preaching — or rather, the place where he was first exiled. He would personally witness what the Holy Light priests were up to.
And more people were pouring into the new land of Cecil Domain.
As the weather continued to warm up, the water level of the Whitewater River rose with the influx of melting snow. More and more large merchant ships appeared on the river. At the same time, land transportation gradually became active again. Caravans traveled along the newly built north-south road (connecting the main city of Cecil to Kant) and east-west road (built along the Whitewater River, connecting the main city of Cecil to Tanzam). They transported a steady stream of production materials into this place, and at the same time, a steady stream of people.
Through open and dark methods, Cecil Domain had earned a huge amount of wealth from alchemy, mining equipment, and Magic Net technology. and which were consumed at an alarming rate. They were converted into raw materials and industrial workers to fill the land... In the beginning, the daily income of the territory would make Heidi, the chief steward, tremble. When she saw the daily expenditure of the territory, her heart almost stopped. But after such a long time of training, she could finally face these numbers calmly. She also agreed with what Gawain had said: "That's right, the territory has a lot of money."
Development was change. Flowing funds were the real wealth. The gold coins piled up in the castle were just shiny piles of metal.
Traditional nobles were used to accumulating wealth. They used all kinds of tricks to get gold and silver and always piled it in the castle or exchanged it for more expensive things to pile up in the treasury. Heti used to think that this was the right way for the family to accumulate wealth, but now she finally understood that sometimes spending gold was a faster way to increase wealth.
On the high watchtower of the dock square, Gwen, who had come to inspect the situation, was overlooking a group of people in rags moving slowly on the west side of the square. Cecil soldiers in armor, carrying combat backpacks, and carrying fused swords at their waists were maintaining order.
An hour ago, an extraordinarily large wooden ship docked, and hundreds of people came out of the cabin. According to intelligence, these people were exiles from the western region. Since last autumn, when Tanzania Town acted as a middleman and sold mining equipment to the western nobles who owned mines, a large number of mine workers and slave workers lost their homes. Advanced mining equipment could replace hundreds of manual workers. In this era, there was almost no "savings" for civilians. So, wherever the mining equipment was sold, a large number of miners would collectively go bankrupt. The lords and nobles of this era would not support superfluous people. For their productivity, everyone who did not work was a freeloader. Without a sound industrial system in their own territory, they had no way to convert the superfluous people into productive forces. So, the only choice was to expel the superfluous people.
These people were the "raw materials" for the further expansion of Cecil's magical engineering industry. But before that, Gwen had to remind the people around him.
He tilted his head slightly and said to Heti, who was standing beside him, "In the near future, increase the security of the buffer camp. Arrange for all the new immigrants to be scattered in different camps. In addition, arrange for a group of old immigrants who have worked in the factory for some time to be 'life instructors' in the camp. They will teach the new immigrants the benefits of working in the factory and living in the territory. Finally, the territory needs to be prepared. Arrange the work, residence, and education of each immigrant in advance. "
"Yes." Heti nodded in response. But then she asked, "Are you worried that so many people will cause trouble?"
"The number of people is not the important reason. The important reason is that they have just lost their jobs." Gwen said with a serious expression. "Unlike the refugees in the past, most of the people who have recently come to the territory have lost their jobs because of the 'machines'."
"… They come with hatred?" Heti was very smart. She quickly reacted. "Will they hate Cecil?"
"No, according to the knowledge and courage of most of the civilians in this era, they will never and dare not hate the lord and the land of the lord. But they will hate the machines that caused them to lose their jobs. This hatred is blind, but it is the only way they can think of to vent it. "Gwen explained." These people do not understand Cecil. They came to this land to find a way to survive, but they certainly did not expect that they would have to deal with the machines. We have to guide them in advance. "
"Yes, I understand." Heti lowered her head slightly. "But is this enough?"
"Yes. These people are not mobs. After all, they came to this land to survive. As long as their survival is guaranteed, their hatred for the machines will be easily eliminated. "Gwen said faintly." But in other places … where they only know how to import mining equipment and have not thought about the follow-up problems, the situation is different. "
Heti was suddenly lost in thought because of Gwen's words. Gwen raised his head and looked at the window of the watchtower.
A figure emerged from the air and turned into a petite girl. Amber jumped over the windowsill like a dexterous swallow and landed lightly in front of Gwen. She raised her hand and handed a small roll of paper. "Information!"
Gwen took the paper from Amber and looked at the windowsill behind her. In the end, he could not help but say, "You even climbed the windows of the watchtower! Don't you think it's hard to climb such a high wall?! "
Amber's face was full of pride instead of shame. "For a shadow master like me, as long as there's a little shadow in the cracks of the bricks outside your tower, I can climb up along the cracks ~ ~"
Gawain didn't pay any more attention to him. He just casually opened the scroll, and the contents entered his sight.
Duke Loren of the Eastern Region has recalled more than half of the high-grade Knight in his territory … A messenger from Winterwolf Fort has entered Ansu territory …
This was a piece of information from the Eastern Region. After Cecil's alchemy business group finally extended their channels into the Eastern Region, the spies of the Military Intelligence Bureau who were stationed in the Eastern Region with the business group found out the latest information.
Gwen rubbed his hands and the note immediately turned into ashes in his hands and drifted away with the wind.
"It seems that the Kings and Emperors of both sides have dealt with their respective domestic affairs …"
Heti also saw the content of the note just now and could not help but ask, "Are the negotiations finally about to begin?"
"Yes, but this will not affect Cecil's territory." Gwen nodded and then smiled faintly. "Whether it's our King or the Emperor of Typhon, they probably don't want an ancestor to guide them in such a negotiation. It's not that I don't have a say in the issues of these two countries, but my say is too big, so much so that I'm more qualified to speak than them. So let them toss around by themselves, and we'll just develop our own. "
The Eastern Region of Ansu, the place guarded by the Loren family, Longwind Stronghold.
Silas, Duke of the Eastern Region? Loren stood on the high city wall and looked at the vast plains to the east of the wall.
The snow had melted for more than ten days, and there were still bits of white that dotted the great plains. The new greenery was another kind of embellishment besides the white. The melting snow and the growing green grass appeared together on this yellow-brown land, as if the cold winter and the warm spring had come together.
This made Silas … Duke Loren could not help but think of what was about to happen on this plain. In a sense, the two countries would end the tense confrontation that had lasted for a hundred years and sign a new peace agreement. This was also a kind of transition between winter and spring.
With this thought in mind, Duke Loren looked into the distance. In the distance, he could vaguely see a walled city that was being built.
It was a place prepared for the negotiations — located in the buffer zone of the border, the "balance point" where the border fortresses of the two countries could be directly looked after, attacked, and protected. In the next half a month, the Transcendents and craftsmen of the two countries would build a "treaty fort" there regardless of the cost. It would serve as a negotiation place for the leaders of the two countries, and it would be preserved as a symbol of peace between the two countries for a long time.
Obviously, the two countries building a new castle together instead of negotiating in any of their existing fortresses seemed to symbolize peace on the surface, but in fact, it was a sign of a lack of trust.
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