As the battle in the Southern Territory came to an end, the post-war work gradually began.
The Hosman's prison camp was still the largest prison camp after the war. Tens of thousands of prisoners of the allied forces were waiting for their fate in this camp. However, it was a huge waste to let so many people live in the camp and eat for free. Therefore, after the manpower problem of the escort team was solved, Gwen began to order the prisoners in the prison camp to be sent to Kant and Cecil in batches. There were tens of thousands of soldiers in the allied forces, but in fact, more than half of them were farmers and hunters recruited from the fields. These people were completely useless in war, but they were good at farming. Moreover, they had no loyalty to their former masters. As long as they were sent to the construction area, they would be able to work as laborers with a little training.
At the same time, a team of 200 soldiers, a dozen administrative officers, and several "guides" also marched into Hosman's territory.
The guides of the team were a few of Hosman's former subordinates who survived the shelling at Gravel Ridge that day (and they were probably the only survivors of Hosman's men). Under their lead, the "Southern Territory Post-War Reconstruction Task Force" made up of soldiers and administrative officers came all the way to Count Hosman's castle. The soldiers and the count's retainers who stayed in the castle had already received the news that the allied forces of the aristocrats had been defeated and that Cecil had taken over the Southern Territory. There was no way they could not have known. After all, a huge prison camp was built on the edge of the territory. These people had been waiting in the castle for more than ten days. When the people of Cecil appeared, they opened the castle gate almost without resistance. They also tied Count Hosman's son and daughter to a carriage and sent them to Cecil's administrative officer.
According to Gwen's orders, the nobles' children, family members, and the old Knight were all sent to Cecil as captives. The task force directly took over the count's castle and began to reorganize the order of the castle, issue government orders, and set out to build a second-level government office.
The young administrative officer, Daedalus, sat in the study that once belonged to Count Hosman. Several of his colleagues sat in the study with him. They had moved the heavy wooden carvings and tin flower racks into the warehouse. Then they placed a large table and some chairs in the study, turning it into a temporary office. At the same time, they used similar methods to renovate several nearby rooms. In these renovated rooms, the administrative officers from Cecil were planning the new order of the land bit by bit.
Daedalus looked at the scene of his colleagues working at the table and the remaining gorgeous murals and bookshelves in the study. He could not help but feel emotional.
He was a Hosman — at least, he used to be.
He was the son of a merchant in Hosman Hill and the apprentice of a respectable historian. He was once the target of envy of his peers. He was also the hope of his family to enter the upper class and have connections with the nobles. If his teacher had not offended Count Hosman when he studied the pedigree of the nobles in the Southern Territory, and if he had not impulsively rushed to the castle to defend his teacher when he was young, perhaps his fate would have been completely different today.
But he should be thankful for those bad experiences. When they happened, he thought they were the worst days of his life. Those experiences made him leave Hosman Hill and wander about in Tanzania Town to become a destitute scribe. It also allowed him to board the merchant ship to Cecil with a reward of two gold coins. At that time, he was still poor and became the first batch of clerk apprentices in Cecil Hill.
From a clerk to a clerk, then from a clerk to a second-level assistant in a department, then from an assistant to an official in the government office … During the initial period of the territory's development, the management team of the territory also developed rapidly. The lack of manpower and his own strength allowed the young Daedalus to complete all these enviable promotions within a year. In the end, he returned to Horsman's territory. From an exiled scholar's apprentice, he became an official in charge of taking over the territory and building the second-level government office.
The past year was like living in a dream, and now it was the deepest part of the dream.
But returning in glory did not mean that he could indulge himself. Daedalus was well aware of this. Cecil's legal system and the management rules of the government office were extremely strict. This new authority was not established to plunder the territory's wealth, but to maintain order in the territory and protect the rights and interests of the citizens. Moreover, the ambitious lord seemed to have considered the problem of corruption after gaining power and status at the beginning of the establishment of the government office. He had set up a strict cross-supervision and evaluation system at every level of management. Although Daedalus knew that no matter how strict the system was, it could not prevent the corruption of the powerful, at least he was willing to abide by the system. It was the system that ensured the strength of Cecil, ensured the victory of Cecil, and finally ensured that he and his team of government officials could sit here and control the land that once belonged to an earl.
After searching the entire castle and finding Count Hosman's former advisors and stewards, the soldiers soon found the files that recorded the various affairs of the fief. Although they were called files, they were, in fact, pitifully simple. Basically, they only contained the land deeds of various parties and the general situation of various regions in a few large books. They were completely different from the files in Cecil's Government Hall, which were clearly categorized and easy to read. However, it was still better than nothing.
According to the shabby files and the information collected along the way after entering the territory, the plan to take over all the noble manors and fields in the territory was quickly formulated. After the population and land statistics were completed, land distribution and population migration would be carried out, and basic order would be ensured in the process. The work team had many tasks, but everything had been prepared before departure. Moreover, with the experience of Kant Hill, Daedalus did not feel too much pressure.
After completing the draft of a new document, Daedalus raised his head and moved his slightly stiff neck. At the same time, the office door was pushed open. Two soldiers came in with a tall, thin, black-haired man.
These soldiers weren't only the guards of the task force and the 'bandit suppression force' that would take over the territory. At the same time, they were also the administrative personnel of the secondary government office. Benefiting from the continuous education in the Cecil region, every soldier of the combat regiment had the basic ability to read and write. Although they still couldn't reach the standard of clerks and clerks in the government office, in this era, the ordinary Cecil soldiers were already better than the aristocratic officials in many places. More than half of the aristocratic officials were illiterate.
"What does this man do?" Daedalus looked curiously at the man who was brought in by the soldiers. He was sure that he had never seen the man before.
"We found him in a cellar. He seemed to be planning to leave the castle through the tunnel, but we caught him," a soldier reported. "He said his name was Greene, a fur merchant in the territory. He was arrested by the lord because he could not afford to pay the taxes. He heard that the lord was defeated, so he wanted to escape in the chaos."
"Greene …" Daedalus raised his head and looked at the black-haired, hook-nosed man in front of him. The man also showed a timid and humble smile. He bent down and said in the least hostile tone, "Sir, I am just a dutiful merchant … I was going to Cecil to do business, but you know, Earl Hosman hates the people of Cecil. Merchants who want to do business in the southeast will be exploited and detained by him in various ways, so I …"
"Greene? Wolfe, Earl Hosman's intelligence consultant, low-level lurker, thirty-two years old, male, thin, black-haired, hook-nosed. In his early years, he was a well-known mercenary in the Hosman area. He was almost beaten to death because of an exploration mission, but when he was recuperating at home, he found a Knight's Sword sealed in the wall. He used it as an opportunity to enter Earl Hosman's castle … "Daedalus pulled out a card from a pile of documents. He looked up at Greene while reading," … On the night of Earl Hosman's defeat, your dinner was stewed lamb with potatoes and two glasses of Carna wine, right? "
Greene's smile froze on his face. His eyes slowly widened, full of disbelief.
As the head of intelligence, he knew all too well what the card his adversary had casually drawn meant.
"Mr. Greene, Cecil is everywhere. Please remember this," Daedalus wrote Greene's name on the card. He looked into Greene's eyes and said slowly, "You shouldn't have lied in the beginning. It's not good for shortening your labor term."
Greene? Wolfe felt his cold sweat begin to ooze. He subconsciously repeated a word in Greene's words. "… Labor?"
"Yes, labor, according to Gwen? Duke Cecil's order, all the descendants of the defeated nobles, Knight's retainers, and the Transcendents as vassals should be reformed through labor. Mr. Greene, you will realize the glory of being a citizen of Cecil in the great labor. "
Two soldiers stepped forward and pulled Greene? Wolfe in the middle.
"You should feel lucky, Mr. Greene. Gwen? Duke Cecil is benevolent and fair, and Cecil's laws are strict. The law punishes you but also protects you. You only need to work. You don't have to be buried in a bomb pit like those who resist, "Daedalus said while taking out a printed document in advance. He filled in the key information and signed his name, then handed it to one of the soldiers." Send him to the prisoner camp first, then to the North Shore Development Area, where there is a shortage of people. This is his ID card and handover document. "
"Wait … wait a minute!" Greene? It was only then that Woolf realized that the Cecil people's special way of doing things was completely different from what he had expected. None of the plans he had thought of when he was captured had been put to use, and this made him very unhappy. Furthermore, he did not know what the other party meant by "reform through labor". In front of something he had never heard of before, he instinctively felt uneasy. "I am willing to pledge my loyalty to Duke Cecil. I still have a lot of property hidden in my manor in the countryside. I can take it all out. Sir, I can ransom myself. I know the rules of ransom … Sir, I have an idea … No, no, no, I have a suggestion …"
"Of course you will be loyal to Duke Cecil. I'm very sure of that, but that's after you've completed your reform through labor," Daedalus interrupted Greene? With a formal smile on his face, he took the previous document from the soldier's hand. "But for your bold idea, Cecil has a complete set of laws. You tried to bribe the government officials to avoid reform through labor. It is recommended that the labor period be extended by two months."
Greene?? Wolfe was stunned for a moment. He then watched as the document was handed back to the soldier after some new entries were added.
"Mr. Greene, I wish you a successful reform and become a glorious citizen of Cecil as soon as possible. Goodbye. "
After the soldier left with the former "intelligence consultant," Daedalus could not help but laugh and shake his head. He said to his colleagues beside him, "How could they have thought that there were military intelligence officers among the technicians who built the magic net and the merchants who were active in the territory?"
"And this is the head of intelligence." An administrative officer also shook his head. "Even a goose over there is better than this kind of person."
"Why a goose?"
"I don't know. This is what the lord said. He said that the director of the military intelligence is better than a goose."
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