Although Gwen had shocked everyone at the scene when he proposed his population migration plan and the reconstruction of the Southern Territory, as the discussion went on, the feasibility and necessity of the plan gradually became clear. The feeling of disbelief faded away, and everyone began to focus on the implementation details.
"… Everyone, let's be clear. Population migration is a long-term plan. The same goes for the construction of cities, roads, and government offices. It will take three to five years to complete, so we must let everything go smoothly." After answering most of the questions of the officials in the government office, Gawain looked at everyone with a serious expression and said, "First, we have to choose some pilot areas. The first to carry out the population migration will be in the territory of Hosman. Our legion is now stationed nearby. The news of the victory and defeat of the war has spread throughout the land, and Karloff Castle is in the process. Earl Hosman's death has been confirmed. Next, the 'receiving troops' will enter the Hosman territory and use negotiations — or cannonballs to open the gate of the Hosman castle. Then, they will announce the change of the feudal lord and the new decree.
"Given the geographical location and development of the Hosman territory, I plan to move half of the serfs and slaves there to the Cecil territory. I will also move all the scattered population of the Hosman territory to the city and build a new city based on the old city of Hosman."
Gawain did not continue, but Heidi, who was beside him, could vaguely guess the thoughts behind her ancestor's arrangement.
Why would he choose Earl Hosman, whose death was confirmed? Earl Hosman's territory was used as a pilot site for the plan. On the one hand, such a territory would have the least resistance, and it would be easier to carry out the plan. On the other hand, this was actually a last chance for the nobles who were still alive. There were still more than 20 southern nobles and their Knight entourage imprisoned in the prison camp. Her ancestor obviously wanted to squeeze the last bit of value out of these nobles — their remaining appeal, the intellectual group attached to them, and their symbolic significance to the ordinary people.
These values allowed the nobles to survive in the prison camp, but their choice would determine whether they could get out of the prison camp alive. The Hosman territory was a "pilot site" for them to make a choice.
Before the countdown ended, her ancestor would not touch their land for the time being. This was to maintain the stability of millions of people in the Southern Territory. After all, the aristocratic system had been in place for 700 years. If all the lords of this land were killed overnight, it would probably cause everyone to fall into fear, even if the ultimate purpose of doing so was to give them a better life.
But after the countdown ended, her ancestor, who seemed peaceful but was actually iron-fisted, would have to turn all the lands in the Southern Territory into "ownerless land" except for Cecil's sphere of influence.
"Does anyone have any more questions?" Seeing that no one else had any more questions, Gawain knocked on the table and asked.
"… About the construction of new cities in the process of population migration," Heti said with an awkward expression on her face. "I'm afraid we don't have any extra magic network boards available for the time being. The supply of basic magic materials is also a problem. This spring's budget has been given to the North Shore Development Area and the new western city district. A considerable amount of magic materials have been used for the construction of the Defiant Fortress …"
Heti became less and less confident as she spoke. She stole a glance at Gwen's face. She was the one who made the budget, but she had also handed it over to Gwen for review. Obviously, when the budget was made, no one thought of building a magic industrial city outside of Cecil's territory.
But after hearing Heti's words, Gwen did not seem to care. "Don't worry about this."
Heti froze for a moment. "Ancestor, do you have other plans?"
Gwen could not help but laugh. "In the areas I've chosen, there are ready-made magic networks. We don't need to build them. Just send a few magicians over to check the interface, and then directly install the equipment."
Heti's brain was probably overloaded in today's meeting, so she did not immediately react. But at this time, Gwen's reminder woke her up. "Ah … You have the magic network …"
"Thank you for your promotion. The south is full of magic networks." Gwen said as he shook his head. "They only know how to use the magic network for illumination, to power the mage towers, and to power the mining machines. How would they know the value of universal energy … Ah, speaking of mining equipment, we can even temporarily use the local mining equipment. While they are all old models sold to Cecil, they are more than enough in the early stages of construction."
Gwen then paused and added. "Of course, those old nobles only thought of their own manors and castles when they built the magic network. The range of their magic network is not too big. When we use it in the future, we will have to expand it. But fortunately, we now have the magic obelisk technology, and can transmit magic power remotely. The range of the magic network is not so limited. When you go back, place an order with the machinery factory, and prioritize the production of a batch of magic obelisks."
Hearing Gwen's arrangement, Heti was completely relieved. And when she thought of the magic networks that were operating in the south, she could not help but have a strange smile on her face.
Seeing Heti's smile, Gwen could not help but smile as well.
Every government official in the conference room saw the smile on their lord's face. They thought of how the nobles in the south had sold everything they had in the past half a year to build the magic network and buy mining equipment, and they smiled as well.
Understanding and tacit understanding.
The conference room was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
However, thousands of miles away in the Captical, in the glorious and ancient White Silver Castle of Saint Sunil, there was only gloominess and depression in the air.
A long white dress rolled through the long corridor of the White Silver Castle like a snowstorm. It was the Duchess of the North, Victoria? Wylde and several attendants quickly passed through the corridor. The Duchess, who was always cold and expressionless, seemed even colder than usual today. However, the fine snowflakes that constantly fluttered in the air between her hurried footsteps showed that the Duchess was not calm at all. This kind of hurried situation did not appear on her often.
She walked into the 'Golden Rose Hall' on the top floor of the castle. In this small hall, which was only used for the top echelons of the kingdom to discuss matters, she saw the elegant and scholarly Bai Dewen in a dark coat. Duke Franklin.
This middle-aged gentlemanly Duke of the West was standing by the window, looking down at the open space in the castle's atrium. After hearing Victoria's movements, he turned around to take a look, but he quickly turned his head back.
At the end of his vision, in the open space in the White Silver Castle's atrium, there were clear traces of fire and trampling. The traces were very new, as if they were left a few days ago.
Of course, they were left a few days ago. Those were the traces left behind when the rebels in the castle were killed.
A few days ago, there was a sudden riot in the White Silver Castle. Some men of sacrifice set fire to Francis II's study and Prince Edmund's bedroom. This chaos was quickly suppressed by the combined efforts of the extraordinary people in the castle, but the final counterattack of the men of sacrifice left those glaring traces in the atrium.
Outside the castle, in various parts of Saint Sunil City, there were more than a dozen sabotage operations in the past few days. The saboteurs seemed to only want to disrupt the order of the Captical, and they did everything from arson to poisoning. Although the suspects of each sabotage operation were quickly caught and executed, the sabotage itself made Duke Bai Dewen upset, and he faintly realized that a huge dark cloud was gathering in the sky above the kingdom.
Now, Victoria was here, in such a hurry. This Duchess probably brought even worse news.
The rumor that spread to the White Silver Castle two days ago was probably true.
"It has been confirmed. The news is true." Sure enough, the Duchess of the Northern Region quickly said, "Francis II died in Changfeng Stronghold, Silas? Silas and Edmund claimed that the king died in the hands of the assassins sent by the Captical. They instigated almost all the nobles in the Eastern Region and have already launched an attack on the Holy Spirit Plains. At the border between the Holy Spirit Plains and the Eastern Region, there have been several small-scale probing battles. "
Then, she added, "The news should have come earlier, but the spies I set in the Eastern Region have all been removed, and the magic communication has also been disrupted … Silas? Looks like Loren and Edmund have been preparing for this day for a very long time. "
Bai Dewen? Franklin closed his eyes, and his body could not help but sway slightly.
It was not until two minutes later that the Duke of the Western Region finally opened his eyes. He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. "As we expected, the small disturbance in the Captical was just a prelude. A sensational conspiracy actually happened right under our noses. "
"The news will spread soon. Edmund? I'm afraid that Moen is not only preparing for those inconspicuous acts of sabotage … I suspect that there are still people in the Captical nobles who will start to act after the news reaches the Captical. They will incite and lead the nobles to believe the malicious words from the Eastern Region. " Wilde continued, unbelievably calm at this moment. "We have to take action before that happens."
"We can't catch them before they start to act, and after the news starts to spread, we will make the situation worse." Bai Dewen? Franklin frowned. "The only way is for us to send out the news before that happens …"
The Duchess of the Northern Region and the Duke of the Western Region were silent for a while. After half a minute of silence, Victoria Wilde sighed. It was rare for Wilde to sigh.
"Announce it," she said. "Announce it … Edmund? Prince Moen killed his father and the king, and Silas? Loren rebelled … In the name of maintaining the order of the kingdom and avenging the king, we are going to war with the Eastern Region. "
Bai Dewen? Franklin nodded in silence. After a few seconds, he let out a long sigh. "Our king said he would bring peace back. He didn't come back, and neither did peace."
It was the last day of the second week of the Month of Fire in the year 736 of Ansu.
On this day, the second civil war in Ansu officially broke out.
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