A week later, Diego packed up his new weapon, then said goodbye to the Deep Furnace father and daughter, and returned to the gold-encrusted roses. Before leaving, Diego left a whole thousand gold coins, not as a reward, but as a foil to his friends. Serrum? The deep furnace held the money bag, tears of excitement. However, he did not say anything of thanks—to be honest, the deep friendship between Diego and the Brotherhood of Thorium could no longer be described with money or empty thanks.

It was noon when Diego returned to the hotel, but strangely enough, Masrae was there - you know, this guy wouldn't be back until late at night. When Diego appeared, the Night Elf's face was "finally free".

"If you don't come back, I'm going to be driven crazy by this guy!" He said helplessly.

Only then did Diego notice that there was someone standing next to him. It was the court attendant of the Duke of Berval, who had come to him several times, and his face was full of anxiety.

"Half a month ago, the Duke issued this order." The squire said dissatisfied. He took a letter from his purse and handed it over.

Diego took the letter, then walked into the room, opened it and read it.

The letter was written by Bolval. It seems that the Duke did not expect Diego to take so long to build a weapon. In the letter, he asked Diego to make a trip to MI7 to obtain their intelligence support before leaving for the Wild West.

"Please tell Your Excellency the Duke, and I will do my best." Diego read the letterhead and said to the squire. The latter saluted and left immediately, walking so fast that it seemed that he was already tired of waiting.

"Shall we go now?" Masrae said beside him. To be honest, he doesn't have a good impression of MI7, you know, they have fought more than once with MI7 assassins along the way, and they have long formed a deep combat "friendship".

"Of course not, let them wait. We have other things to do. Diego said indifferently. He'd been so busy creating this death stare for the past month that he hadn't had time to talk to Masrae about what had happened during that time.

"How?" Masrae asked curiously.

"Let's put it this way, brother. I've got a new piece of territory. Diego said with a smile.

"It's a good thing, it's worth going out and celebrating!" The Night Elf said happily, and he turned around and shouted at the inside, "Van Gore." Don't do it, let's go out for a drink later! ”

"Yes, sir," the gnoll walked out with a brush, and he was polishing Masrae's boots, which were stained with oil.

"No, no, no, Masrae, before I get to the point I'm going to talk about next. We're not going there. Diego hurriedly stopped. He found that Masrae had a knack for anything, and that was to get a drink in three sentences, which was even more magical than a dwarf.

"Okay, you say, I'll listen." The Night Elf said with some boredom, and he sat back in his chair and looked at Diego.

"I'll cut a long story short, the problem we're facing now is that the territory has been taken over by a bunch of bandits." Diego thought for a moment and said.

"It's easy, just drive them away." Masrae said thoughtlessly.

"And then?" Diego asked. Next and most importantly, the stewards promised by Boval were not in place immediately, and before that he could do so, he would have to take charge of the town himself.

"And then? No more? If only you could collect your taxes with peace of mind. The Night Elves spread their hands. "That's what you human books say. ”

"What book?" Diego asked curiously.

"I can't remember, I think I saw it there." Masrae glanced around the room, and finally found what he was looking for under a cabinet - the cabinet was missing a leg, and the book was just the thickness to replace it. He pulled the book from under the cabinet and handed it to Diego.

"Wow. It's this book. ”

Diego took the book with some suspicion and glanced at it. For in general, the kingdom would certainly not allow the exodus of such political books.

However, in the next moment, Diego's nose was almost crooked. On the cover of that tattered book was a line of big words - "On the Necessity of Enforcing the Powers of the Nobles in Private Territories"!

"I'll go! This is written by that bastard with a sperm brain? Diego was on the verge of scolding, he estimated that if he really governed the territory in the way in the book, he would be reduced to a complete joke in less than three days.

Diego looked at Diego reproachfully until the hairy boy lowered his head weakly. He sighed, feeling like he had really found the wrong person to come up with.

He looked out the window with some wistfulness. It was a cloudy day, the sky was cloudy, and Diego felt that his mood was as gloomy as it was this day. Even in his previous life, he was just a technical engineer, and he really didn't understand management.

Just then, he heard a timid voice behind him.

"Master, perhaps, I have a way."

Diego jerked his head back to see Van Gore, the Gnoll looking at him timidly, with a boot in one hand and a soft cloth in the other.

Diego flattened his mouth a little amusedly, but at this moment, he suddenly realized that this gnoll had also been the chief of the Darkskin Clan, and maybe there was really something good to do.

His eyes lit up, and he looked at the gnoll with blazing eyes: "Tell me, if the method is good, you will get a reward!" ”

"That's right, sir. As you know, I've been the head of the Darkskins, and I've got some experience managing those idiots. The gnolls took a deep breath and plucked up their courage to say, "Although the human civilians are much smarter than the gnolls, I believe that the reason for managing them should be similar. ”

Diego nodded.

"First of all, you have to let them eat enough, or they will eat you." Fan Golei looked at the ceiling and said, he couldn't help but touch the missing ear, and there was a palpitating expression on his face, it seemed that he was not so easy to be the leader of the tribe.

"Well, we have to solve the problem of food and clothing!" Diego mouthfully opened.

"Secondly, you have to give them work, whether it's hunting, fishing, robbery, or whatever, and you can't let them be idle, or they......'ll make trouble," the jackal continued.

"Yes, solve the employment!" Diego suddenly brightened. He looked at the gnolls encouragingly, motioning for him to continue.

"You have to have some loyal men, and you don't have to be involved in everything." Seeing that his opinion was approved, the gnolls were not so afraid and spoke fluently.

"That's right, the organization!" Diego suddenly realized. He couldn't help but be impressed by this jackal.

"Anything else?" Diego asked eagerly, if he really wanted another tusk from the dog's mouth.

"No, sir, if I do this, I'll be doing well in the Gardera Valley." Van Gorey said with some trepidation, lest his answer would not satisfy Diego. But in reality, what he said was far above Diego's expectations.

"Very good, what reward do you want?" Diego applauded with satisfaction. To be honest, he really has the feeling of "listening to your words is better than reading a book for ten years". "Alas, it's really a little man with great wisdom!" He couldn't help but sigh.

"I want a weapon and a leather armor, sir, and you know that my previous suit has been tricked." Van Goray pleaded, although the gnolls are not known for their individual combat power, they always have a weapon and can always feel more secure.

"As you wish." Diego got up from his chair and strode out the door.

"Where to go? Would you like to have a drink? The Night Elf, who had been drowsy in his chair, suddenly woke up and asked in a daze. (To be continued.) )