Proposed Bestowals

With the population brought by House Modran, Roland felt more confident about the kingdom's development. But the moment he looked at the number of his soldiers, his confidence vanished again. Supporting nine thousand Swift River Infantry was no small expense; on a local battlefield, they would be an overwhelming force, but against large-scale attacks, they would not be much sturdier than paper... The expenses of an army of over ten thousand, combined with the subsidies needed for the new residents, were enough to make Yun Feng hang himself eight hundred times over. The strain on Roland's purse had reached new heights. Roland could not help glancing at the supplies in the system space. Maybe, probably, perhaps they could hold out... maybe...

Soon, with everyone working together, orders were issued one after another. The commoners would soon be relocated to Giant Port in batches, contributing to its prosperity through their labor.

"Hiss..." One night, Roland happened to walk up onto the city wall and look out beyond the city. The southern outskirts were brightly lit, with clusters of bonfires burning outside. Tents huddled around those fires. Flowing City could not absorb the influx of people so quickly, so they could only pitch tents outside the city for now.

"Hmm?" Roland narrowed his eyes and examined the scene carefully. He suddenly realized that the only ones camped outside the city were the Swift River Legion brought by House Modran, standing guard for the commoners.

"Someone! Bring Marcus to me!" Roland said coldly.

"your highness!" The guard behind him did not dare delay and hurried off to find the city defense officer Marcus, wherever he might be.

"your highness, you summoned me?" Marcus came running over, panting heavily. He was dressed in full armor, clearly having just been on patrol somewhere. As