Ryan returned to Frozen Earth Territory with a large amount of firewood and ordered the firewood to be stored in the warehouse. Some of the firewood will be taken out to dry in the sun, waiting for the winter when they will be used.
Ryan's guess is good. Mountain Forest Otherworldly Plane's firewood is very resistant to burning. Generally speaking, it is of high quality.
"Sir, this is the amount of farmland cultivated by Frozen Earth Territory and Lordship this month. Please take a look."
Looking at the table marked above, Ryan praised Bilder.
"That's right, tell them that if the land reclamation can be maintained next year, their debt of five hundred Gold Coin will be forgiven."
Bilder looked surprised and then said:
"Sir, you are so kind."
"Let them pay off their debts sooner and they will reclaim wasteland faster than they are doing now."
Ryan put down the monthly report in his hand and asked:
"Baronet Azur gave up on land reclamation?"
"Yes, Mrs. Baronet Azur through Shara feels that your business will definitely make a fortune in Frozen Earth Territory in the future, so she joined in advance."
Shara was the Viscountess. During the days when Ryan was in Frozen Earth Territory, she often knew about Ryan's plans for Frozen Earth Territory late at night.
"However, I heard from Baronet Azur's wife that they have not completely given up on land reclamation. Instead, they will wait until Yelena Mages's magic research is completed before starting land reclamation. They think that will be faster than the current land reclamation speed."
"I do have an idea."
Ryan nodded. Since Baronet Azur had a plan, he would not force the other party to open up wasteland.
Soon after, Brandt came to the castle. He was very idle when he followed Ryan, but after returning to Frozen Earth Territory, the young man who was about the same age as Ryan also became busy.
"Brandt, you look good, but it seems that it's not because you have achieved a breakthrough in knight cultivation, but you get along well with Eteria?"
Brandt blushed rarely and handed over a list.
"Master, I have found all the manpower you need."
There are two hundred names on it, followed by their family relationships, addresses, and some simple descriptions, which is equivalent to a roster.
"Two hundred reservists, including the manpower we added before, in two months at most, I will have 900 soldiers."
Ryan smiled with satisfaction. The quality of these recruits was very poor. Nearly half of them were promoted from the militia.
He put down the list and looked at Brandt.
"So, have you decided on the candidates for the nine centurions?"
"Harrington..."
Brandt named four people. He personally believed that these four people could become centurions.
After listening, Ryan nodded, because these four people, the four people who originally came to Frozen Earth Territory from Clayton County with their wealth, are all from the Clayton Family.
Of course, it is also because the four of them are indeed the four most powerful Silver Knight in the army today.
"I plan to select the remaining five centurions from the army, and the strongest one will get the status of centurion."
"The captain of ten is also selected in this way, and the strongest warrior becomes the leader of the soldiers."
"Okay, I'll do as you say, but don't forget, all officers need to learn."
Brandt couldn't help but nodded with a headache. There was no way. This was Lord Ryan's only requirement, that is, every decathurion and centurion must learn a certain level of knowledge.
Most people were happy because this was a wealth that could be passed down to their families, but when they were actually studying, the wailing in the military camp made the people of Frozen Earth Territory think they were being attacked by Demons.
But no one rejected him. All the soldiers praised Lord Ryan for his kindness.
The life of a lord is, of course, about commanding others. For several days in a row, Lord Ryan was in the castle, directing the entire Frozen Earth Territory's arrangements, large and small, during the day. At night, he had the maids line up to check the progress of their knowledge during this period.
The nourishment of life made him extremely happy that he had traveled through time into the body of a noble.
Gulu gulu~
The fruit wine entered his throat, and the fragrance of the fruit intoxicated Ryan. He became more and more certain that such fruit wine could be sold at a sky-high price in South, especially in West Coast. Now he only had to wait for his father-in-law, Viscount Melendez Family, to send the money from the previous batch of fruit wine to verify the truth.
However, it seems that there is no peace today. There are birds flying in the sky and the soldiers find a body.
"The Church's missionary? Or a priest?"
Ryan was a little surprised that the Church's high-level talents would appear here.
The hierarchy inside the Church is terrifying, but every monk from Pope down to the bottom can say that he is a believer of Lord of Dawn.
However, the vast majority of believers among the Church are only monks or nuns.
A small number of people will stand out and become missionaries, and their words represent Deities's will, or in other words, such people have the qualifications to interpret Deities's thoughts.
At this time, ordinary monks and nuns could no longer say that they were also missionaries.
Conversely, Pope can also say that he is a missionary or a believer. This is a downwardly compatible identity hierarchy distinction.
All in all, if you look at it simply, there are only two sides of a large church.
That is, everyone is a believer in the Lord, but some are monks and sisters, and some are missionaries.
Missionaries are equivalent to the nobility of the empire, above the countless monks and nuns. Of course, on the surface, they are not as extreme as the nobility and ordinary people.
On the basis of missionaries, some missionaries will receive some rights.
For example, if you serve as a priest in a church on a certain land in a certain country, then this kind of missionary is a missionary with status, similar to Baron who owns a territory.
Further up, as the bishop of a region, his status is comparable to that of a viscount who owns a fief.
Going up from level to level, the Church On the surface, it seems that everyone is a believer of the Lord, and there is no difference. But in fact, the hierarchy is terrifying, and low-level monks cannot refute those powerful clergy at all.
This is why Ryan is surprised. A missionary dies when he dies, but the death of a missionary with the status of a priest in Northlands is equivalent to the death of an imperial fief Baron.
This is no small matter.
A priest is a priest in the church he is in charge of, and is also called a priest by people other than believers. When he leaves the church, he will walk as a the Church priest.
Therefore, the priest who walks outside is the priest inside the church and is the priest in the eyes of outsiders.
"What's wrong? You have to die near me, Frozen Earth Territory. That's not what you want."
Ryan whispered, then waved his hand.
"Throw him far away. No, burn him directly. Find a place where no one is around and burn him."
If the relationship between the Empire and the Church were not as it is now, Ryan would have handed it over to the nearest church as soon as he found the body to avoid any trouble.
But now, he just thinks that this never happened.
What? You said a priest died around my territory? It doesn't exist, there is no such thing.
What? The Church's priest is coming to perform a truth judgment on me? What do you mean? Do you want to challenge all the nobility of the empire?!
The war has begun and there is no need for any extra mercy.