The war is over, and in addition to clearing the fishmen who have been plagued for a hundred years, Blackstone Ridge has also obtained a huge wealth that is enough to make the entire territory rich, which can be described as a celebration of the whole city.

However, this victory did not come without a price.

Even if most of the fishmen were directly killed with the help of Dong Xuan's potion, there were still more than thirty soldiers who lost their young lives in the following battle, and nearly a hundred people were injured to varying degrees.

Most of the casualties were caused by the Fishman Chieftain who exploded.

In particular, the enhanced version of the Frost Nova froze to death at least ten people, and frostbitten more than fifty people, which simply made the roots of someone's teeth itch with hatred.

Now, the dead need to be buried and compensated, those who can't continue fighting need to be arranged, the spoils of war need to be distributed, and the land that can be cultivated without the threat of the fish-man needs to be decided as soon as possible...

And in the face of these messy affairs, after the end of the battle, Dong Xuan, who had not had time to breathe, was simply busy like a dog in the next few days.

Looking at the huge solid wood desk, the parchment rolls were like a hill waiting for his approval.

Someone who can't even spare time to deal with those souls, more and more misses the good life of the secretary who had something to do when Anina and the others were there...

"Helen, when will Selena arrive..."

Dong Xuan asked this question countless times about the Helen projection on his wrist, and the answers he got were all the same

- "The artificial soldier modification plan is being tested, please be patient"

He was deeply suspicious that he was deliberately trying to make a rigid electronic voice to reply to one of his artificial intelligences, and he was definitely deliberately looking at his jokes...

But no matter what, in the face of a series of messy guys such as the old housekeeper, the commander of the guard, the old priest, the tax officer, the head of the village below, etc., he could only silently pick up the pen and start his own internal affairs...

However, someone is a big boss who has mastered several organizations under his hands.

Coupled with Anina's long-term complaints and edification in his ears, his government affairs ability is actually quite good, and it is definitely not just a humanoid stamp that many peeps into the dark expect.

Especially on some issues that seem very normal to humans in this world, because of his background, he often has some different but more effective ideas.

This unexpected performance has undoubtedly disappointed many guys who want to do something...

Of course, Dong Xuan, who had long been aware of this, sneered in his heart.

"Now let you all clown for a while, and when my artificial soldiers are ready, by that time..."

An icy cold glow suddenly flashed in his eyes

Dealing with government affairs, especially in a world with completely different customs, sometimes it is often inadvertently to make people feel something very emotional.

For example, just after approving a document calling on the residents of the territory to reclaim the previously barren fields, Dong Xuan suddenly looked at the new document in front of him and suddenly pondered.

This is a document on pensions for deceased soldiers, which briefly lists the details of the thirty-six deceased soldiers.

Although these introductions are all in a few sentences, through these few strokes, his mind clearly emerges of the sadness that the family that has lost his son and husband is facing, as well as the confusion about his future life.

"I'm addicted to role-playing, do I really think of myself as the lord of this world?"

smiled self-deprecatingly, but Dong Xuan finally said to the old butler who was waiting for his orders.

"These dead soldiers are warriors who fought for their territory, and their relatives should not be tortured by poverty!"

He took a deep breath, a majesty on his face that was impossible to look at.

"Pass my order, and each household will be subsidized with five gold coins! If anyone dares to fight for this money, I swear in the name of Baron Blackstone that I will kill him and show his head to the public!" ”

Obviously, Dong Xuan's words shocked the hearts of everyone in the room.

There was both surprise that the Baron had given such a large sum of money to the relatives of the dead soldiers, and there was also surprise that he had taken these people so seriously.

According to the long-standing default jurisprudence of this world, everything in the territory can actually be regarded as belonging to the lord of the land, including the inhabitants who lived here in those days.

Therefore, military service, or service to the lord, is considered a task that the inhabitants must perform.

At the beginning, the Blackstone Castle was built without spending a penny and allowing the residents of the territory to work according to their households.

It is for this reason that once these soldiers are killed in battle, the lord does not have to pay anything extra, at least nominally, for it.

A conscientious person may give a small amount of money to a family that must be in trouble because of the loss of a young laborer, and if it encounters a lord who has no conscience, he simply does not see it.

It even took the opportunity to make the family of the dead soldier his own slave.

After all, the people don't have the convenience of those slaves who don't have human rights, right?

Even the relatively elaborate Baron Blackstone family has always set a standard of five silver coins for a dead soldier.

Perhaps the rations seemed to be enough to feed the orphans and widows left behind by the soldiers for nearly a year, but the rest of life was obviously still unsettled.

If there is no other way out, hunger and hardship are the inevitable fate of almost every such family in the future

But with today's Dong Xuan, all this is naturally different.

Because the most important premise is that someone who is a trench is rich, and not ordinary money.

Even if you don't count the harvest of this war, with a large area of precious metal veins in the vast ice field, especially several super-large gold veins, and with the mining and processing capacity of the base, he undoubtedly has a huge wealth that is comparable to that of a country in the true sense.

Since he had money, Dong Xuan naturally didn't care about such a few gold coins, and even if each of the more than thirty dead soldiers added five, it would only be more than a hundred gold coins in total.

Throwing out this money, someone really doesn't blink, and when the news gets out, it can also be exchanged for a soldier to support the death, and the people support the increased positive BUFF, which is simply too suitable for him.

He'd even pay ten times as much to bring these guys back to life if it were possible.

Of course, while giving wealth, he naturally also took into account the inevitable peeps of some ill-intentioned guys under his command on this money.

After all, although this money is nothing to him, for the vast majority of people, five gold coins is undoubtedly a real huge amount of money!

According to the comparison, this is about two or three hundred thousand RMB on the earth!

Not to mention ordinary people, even some guys who are responsible for managing all aspects of the territory will salivate over this, if this problem is not solved, Dong Xuan's approach is simply no different from killing those bereaved family members (to be continued). )