As Finn was taken away by the red-clad postmen, Dusand felt the undisguised hatred of the gazes thrown at him around him.

People's hearts are a scale, and everyone knows who is good and who is bad. Finn's life was saved by the villagers, but all he paid was his mother's barren milk. But what Finn gave back to the villagers was a real improvement in life that everyone could see.

With his active promotion, the life of the villagers is getting better.

In the eyes of the villagers, Finn is no longer just a village chief, one of them is just a simple one.

He is the soul of this collective.

What's more, in the hearts of the poor, the nobles and the cardinal postmen are untrustworthy people with their own minus.

Now these untrustworthy guys have captured their souls and are going to take people away. If the hatred in the eyes of the villagers was an entity, then Dusand would at least have to be cut into separate cells by now.

This is the result of Finn having already greeted the villagers in advance - he hadn't slept all night last night, knocking on doors to inform him of the fact that he was "about to be taken away by the Imperial Redcoat Postman".

Then they collected all the weapons in everyone's hands and stored them in the cave where Colt was held.

"Please take care of the affairs in the village." Surrounded by the red-clad postman, Finn turned his head with some difficulty and shouted at Dussand, "Mr. Lord, don't forget your promise! ”

Dussaint stood still and watched as Finn was taken into the steam carriage and drove west. I was a little apprehensive and a little calm.

He basically did everything he could, and then ...... Leave everything to fate.

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Morse walked around the village with his hands behind his back and some curiosity. He pointed to the aqua toilet next to him and said to Dussand, "Can you get used to this environment?" ”

"You need to get used to it." Dussander replied nonchalantly, "It's a terrible environment, but at least I'm safe — it's rare." ”

Morse was a little surprised, he didn't expect Dusand to really adapt.

According to his assumption, Dussander would be anxious to return to his home in Upper Albin as soon as he saw him. After being trapped in this environment for several days, the ten-year-old boy may not be able to stand this situation for a long time.

There was no running water, no gas lights, no delicious food, no soft beds, and even the toilets were aqua toilets – a strange, pungent stench could be smelled several hours away.

The vast majority of nobles, I'm afraid, don't even have the courage to approach such a toilet.

Morse mentally labeled Dussaint another "extremely adaptable" label.

"Population registration is already underway, and this should be done soon." Dussander didn't care about the flush toilet at all, all he wanted was to move forward as quickly as possible to make the village recognized as a town. "What's next?"

"The work of surveying the land and fields can be put on the back burner, after all, it is a long-term job." Morse replied, "Now...... We've got to come up with a name for this town. ”

"Let's call it Finn." Dussand's flash of inspiration, "I'm sure the residents here will agree." ”

Finn County was founded in a word from Dussand.

There is nothing special about the establishment of this town, nor is there anything "epic". There were no seraphims descending from the sky with steam, and no heroic and noble knights raised their swords and shouted three times long live.

Dussaint didn't even feel anything special about himself, he felt that he was just completing a plan that he had already finalized with Finn.

Of course, the name "County of Funn" is entirely on the whim of Dussand, but it works really well.

The villagers, who were eager to kill Dusand with their eyes, were first a little surprised when they heard the name of the town, and then their eyes suddenly became ...... Reconciled.

"That's a good name." Several elderly villagers glanced at each other, and then nodded with satisfaction, "This little nobleman is not bad. ”

The petty nobleman Dusart not only gave the county of Finn a good name, but also brought them further subsidies.

If the Colonial Department had been promoted to the village last time, Finn County would have been given a large pile of building materials, pipes, and a large number of steam engines for processing and transporting building materials.

Referring to the old calendar is a less error-prone and very trouble-free administrative habit. For the imperial bureaucracy, before doing something, they should first ensure that they will not make mistakes and bear the corresponding consequences, and other things can be put on the back burner.

But this clearly does not meet the needs of the residents of Finn County.

What they need is fuel, clothing and food to help them survive the winter.

More importantly, how to live in this place in the future.

With the full assistance of the Speaker of the House of Commons and the Home Affairs Committee, as well as Director Escobar of the Home Office, a large number of building materials were replaced with food and fuel and fabrics. The administrative center of the empire will still exist, but it will change from three floors to one floor.

These supplies will continue to arrive over the next two weeks.

Dussart and Morse are currently working on more important work. Morse and a group of engineers were surveying the village, while Dussart re-met the Commodore Majesty, who was missing an arm.

"Little Lord, I feel much more relieved to know that you are safe." General Horn smiled brightly, he patted Dussand's shoulder vigorously with his remaining right hand, and then said happily, "I didn't expect you to not only survive, but also bring a town to the Empire!" ”

Dussand's shoulder was patted painfully, but Dusson was also very happy to see this brigadier general, who had been pretending to be a captain for a long time.

Despite missing an arm, General Horn still looked alive — or firepower. He personally arrived in Fineshire with a group of loyal and experienced naval commandos who had arrived from Orin, in order to lay out a defensive layout for the nascent town to defend itself against attack.

Even though his arm was severed by the artillery bombardment commanded by the people of Funnshire, General Horn still faithfully fulfilled his duty as an Imperial soldier. He even privately spoke highly of the shelling and tunnel raids that Finn had planned.

In General Horn's words, the attack "demonstrated a high degree of professionalism and situational control, and the level of artillery preparation and covert engagement reached the average level of the Imperial Army." ”

I don't know if this is General Horn's heartfelt words, or if he is making fun of the army again.

His Excellency General currently commands a company of soldiers and has begun to work on the construction of the foundations at various locations of "strategic and tactical value" around County Finn.

At Dussand's request and His Excellency's personal request, the soldiers of this naval assault company, which had extensive combat experience, quickly carved out several areas and began to dig into the ground. Soldiers from two of the engineering squads began to block the road directly - two roads from Bosenke to Finn County were dug up by the sappers and mined.

"Colonial administrators arriving in County Finn from Upper Albin will land directly in our landing craft, and all those who pass through these two roads without permission can be considered hostile." General Horn pointed to the road that was turning into a minefield and said to Dussand, "Mr. Lord, you should inform the townspeople as soon as possible that they should refrain from passing through this minefield for a week. ”

"Yes...... Is this necessary? Dussander looked at the irregular roads that had been dug up and buried in the mines, and sweat slid down his forehead, "These two roads will still be used later, right?" ”

"Are you the Army?" General Horn glared at Dussand, "Every mine planted will be pinpointed, and when the mission to block the road is over, we'll dig it out." ”