For Gawain, whether or not to accept those who have been exiled by the Church of Light is actually a question that does not need to be considered at all - for the Cecil Domain, which is undergoing rapid development and is full of new order from beginning to end, any group of people in this era must be polished into qualified parts of this industrial machine in the shortest possible time after being thrown into it, whether you are a believer, a nobleman, a merchant, or a slave, the first thing you will do after entering Cecil is to face the buffer camp, and then undergo a long period of indoctrination and transformation, Working in factories, attending classes in barracks, growing up in the territory as an honorable and qualified citizen of Cecil......

It was an era in which all means of propaganda and education were slow and backward, and the impact of Cecil's industrial system and education system on the indigenous people of this era was extremely powerful, and the identity of these aborigines before entering the territory was ...... It doesn't really matter to this land.

Or to put it another way, any aboriginal of this era is actually unqualified for the magic industrial society - since everyone needs to be reformed to be educated before they can be useful, then the difference between everyone is limited to how quickly and easily it can be transformed.

Of course, accepting the banished heretics might indeed bring some extra trouble, as Gawain had thought.

The Church of Light may make a move, and may spread rumors in areas where they have a strong influence, but either way, these troubles are within Gawain's acceptable range. The southern realm is not the world of the Holy Light Church, so the slander and restriction of the church are at most a little fluctuating in the plain of the Holy Spirit, and in the face of Gawain Cecil's natural prestige, the church's slanderous rumors do not dare to be too public. Taking a step back—what if the fanatical followers of the Light were to be truly resistant to Cecil's Territory?

Gawain's future plans were destined to clash with the recalcitrant forces in the Plains of the Holy Spirit......

Priest Wright is gone, and with the caravan in the realm, the priest will return to the place where his mission began, or where he was first exiled, to see for himself what the priests of the Light are trying to do.

And more people are pouring into Cecil to lead this new land.

As the weather warmed and the water level of the Whitewater River rose with the melting snow of the snow-capped mountains, larger merchant ships appeared more and more on the river, and land transport gradually became reactive, with caravans travelling along the newly built North-South Highway (connecting the main city of Cecil with the Cont region) and the East-West Highway (built along the Baishui River to connect the main city of Cecil with Tanzania), bringing a steady stream of raw materials for production into the area, along with a steady stream of people.

Through both light and covert methods, Cecil has earned a vast amount of wealth in alchemical potions, mining equipment, and magic net technology, and this wealth has been consumed at an alarming rate, and has been converted into raw materials for production and industrial population to fill the land. In the beginning, the gold coins earned by the territory every day would make Hetty, as the "big housekeeper", tremble, and then she was even more trembling when she saw the gold coins spent by the territory every day - but after such a long time, she was finally able to face these numbers calmly, and recognized what Gawain said:

Development is change, liquid money is the real wealth, and the gold coins piled up in the castle are nothing more than shiny piles of metal.

The traditional aristocracy was accustomed to accumulating wealth, and they used various means to steal gold and silver and then always piled it up in the castle, or exchanged it for more expensive things to pile up in the treasury, Hetty once thought that this was the right way for the family to accumulate wealth, but now she finally understood that spending gold coins was sometimes the faster way to increase wealth......

In the dock square, on the high harbor watchtower, Gawain, who had come to inspect the village, was looking down on a group of ragged people moving slowly on the west side of the square, while Cecil soldiers in armor, carrying combat backpacks, and swords at their waists controlled order.

An hour earlier, an extraordinarily large wooden ship had docked, and hundreds of people had come out of their cabins, according to intelligence, these were exiles from the western region - since last autumn, when the town of Tanzania sold mining equipment as a middleman to the aristocratic territories that owned mines in the west, a large number of mine laborers and slave laborers had lost their homes, and advanced mining equipment could replace hundreds or thousands of manual laborers, while the civilians of this era had almost no "savings", Therefore, wherever the mining equipment is sold, the miners will go bankrupt en masse in large quantities, and the lords and nobles of this era will not raise a surplus population: for their productive forces, everyone who does not work is a mouth for nothing, and in the absence of a sound industrial system in their own territory, they have no way to convert these surplus populations into productive forces, so the only option is to expel the extra people.

These people are the "raw materials" for the further expansion of Cecil's magic industry, but before that, Gawain must remind the people around him.

He tilted his head slightly, and instructed Hetty, who was standing beside him: "Recently, the security of the buffer camp will be increased, all the new immigrants will be scattered and resettled in different camps, and in addition, a group of old immigrants who have been working in the factory for a period of time will be arranged to be 'life coaches' in the camp, and tell the new immigrants about the benefits of working in the factory and living in the territory." Finally, the territory should be prepared to arrange the work, residence, and education of each immigrant in advance. ”

"Yes," Hetty replied with a nod, but then asked, "Are you worried that so many people will make trouble?" ”

"The large number of people is not an important reason, the important reason is that they have just lost their jobs," Gawain said with a serious expression, "Unlike the displaced people who have been accepted in the past, most of the people who have come to the territory recently have lost their jobs because of the 'machine'. ”

“…… They came with hatred? Hetty was smart enough to react quickly, "Will they hate Cecil's collar?" ”

"No, according to the insight and audacity of most civilians of this era, they will never, and will not dare to hate the lands of their lords and lords, but they will hate the machines that cause them to lose their jobs. It's a blind hatred, but it's the only way they can think of it," Gawain explained, "These people don't know the Cecil Territory, they came to this land to find a way out, but they certainly didn't think that they were dealing with machines, we had to guide them in advance." ”

"Yes, I see," Hetty bowed her head slightly, "but is this kind of guidance enough?" ”

"Enough. These people are not mobs, they have come to this land only to survive after all, and as long as survival is guaranteed, then the hatred of machines will easily be extinguished," Gawain said lightly, "but elsewhere...... For those places that only know about the introduction of mining equipment, but have not thought about the follow-up problems, the situation is different. ”

Hetty was lost in thought at Gawain's words, and Gawain raised his head and looked at the window of the lookout.

A figure emerged from the air and transformed into a petite girl—Amber crossed the windowsill like a dexterous swallow and landed lightly in front of Gawain, raising her hand and handing over a small scroll of paper: "Intelligence! ”

Gawain took the things handed over by Amber while looking at the windowsill behind the other party, and finally didn't hold back: "You have turned over the windows of the watchtower!" You don't have to struggle to climb such a high wall?! ”

Amber's face was not ashamed but proud: "For a shadow master like me, if there is a shadow in the brick crack outside your tower, I can climb up along the crack~~"

Gawain didn't pay attention to this guy anymore, just opened the scroll casually, and the contents on it came into his sight:

The Duke of Loren in the East recalled more than half of the high-ranking knights in the territory...... In the direction of Winterwolf Castle, a messenger entered the territory of Ansu......

This is a piece of information from the East, the latest news from the Intelligence Agency agents stationed in the East with the merchants after Cecil's alchemy potion merchant group finally extended its channel into the east.

Gawain rubbed his hands, and the note immediately turned to ashes in his hand, scattered in the wind.

"It seems that the kings and emperors on both sides have already taken care of their own domestic stalls......"

Hetty also saw the contents of the note just now, and couldn't help but ask, "Negotiations are finally about to begin?" ”

"That's right, but it won't affect Cecil's territory," Gawain nodded, then smiled faintly, "Neither our king nor Typhon's emperor would want to have an ancestor by his side to guide him in such a negotiation - it's not that I don't have a say in the affairs of these two countries, but my voice is too big, bigger than they are all qualified to speak." So let them toss on their own, and we'll develop ours. ”

The eastern border of Ansu, the place guarded by the Loren family, and the fortress of Changfeng.

Silas Loren, Duke of the East, stood high on the wall, looking out over the vast plain to the east of the wall.

The snow has melted for more than ten days, and there are still remnants of white dotted on the Great Plains, and a little new green is another embellishment in addition to white, the melting snow and the green grass that is growing appear together on this yellow-brown land, as if the cold winter and warm spring are at the junction.

This reminded Duke Silas Loren of what was about to happen on this plain – in a sense, the end of a century-long tense standoff between the two countries and the re-signing of a peace agreement, which could be regarded as a kind of transition from winter to spring.

With this in mind, Duke Loren cast his gaze into the distance, and in the distance, he could vaguely see a walled city under construction.

It was a place of preparation for negotiations - a buffer zone along the border, a "balance point" where the border fortresses of the two countries could be directly cared for, directly attacked, and directly protected, and the transcendents and craftsmen of the two countries would build a "treaty fort" there in the next half month at any cost, which would serve as a place for negotiations between the leaders of the two countries, and then remain as a symbol of peace between the two countries for a long time.

Clearly, the two countries are building a new castle together, rather than negotiating in any of the fortresses they already have, which on the surface is a sign of peace, but in reality a sign of trust.

But it doesn't matter, negotiations are a foregone conclusion.