Trainee

A few days later, in the office at Carnford Castle, the office at Carnford Castle was filled with a fervent, bustling air unlike before.

Beside the table, Karl sat upright in the main seat. On either side sat Edgar, Brendan, Roland, and the others in order, as well as Baron Werner and Knight Klein, who had recently received their fiefs and, for the time being, were still staying in the main city to participate in core decision-making.

Although everyone had already been granted fiefs, under Karl's arrangements and rules, the main offices and residences of these core vassals remained in Carnford's main city.

The meeting began with Edgar reporting the latest progress on refugee resettlement. The increasingly steady and capable administrator of internal affairs spread out a thick stack of files and stated clearly and methodically:

"My lord, my lords, the resettlement of the Southwest Peninsula's new subjects has basically been completed. More than eight thousand people have all been diverted to the various fiefs, and they are currently, under the organization of local officials and appointed squad leaders, doing everything possible to rush the construction of winter shelters."

"The stewards sent by the various vassals and some of the former low-ranking officials from the Iron Islands have already preliminarily set up an administrative framework. Our craftsmen have also taken tools and standard blueprints to different locations to provide guidance, prioritizing the construction of Communal Longhouses and Dugout Shelters that can block wind and rain, ensuring that no one freezes or goes hungry before heavy snow seals the mountains."

He paused, then added a key issue: "However, construction progress varies from place to place, and the standards are uneven. Most are emergency measures. In the long run, this is not conducive to defense or management."

Karl nodded slightly, his gaze