Early the next morning, after working through the night, Maxim returned to his temporary office with a roster in hand. Murphy was already there, waiting to hear his report.
But as governor, Murphy had no interest in the minutiae. Over the past while, he had realized that his most important responsibility in Transia was to set the general direction, not to personally involve himself in every single matter.
As the saying went, a ship at sea needed a helmsman!
Murphy was Transia's helmsman for now. He still wasn't very skilled, and could take everyone aboard down with him at any moment, but as he'd said himself, after being battered by fate time and again, His Lordship the vampire had moved beyond the "new driver" stage. He no longer felt the need to handle everything personally.
The greatest benefit of establishing a complete organization was that it let them systematize and delegate all the complicated work. If everyone took on a portion, the burden on each person could be effectively reduced. And as the founder of Transia's ruling organization, Murphy had to lead by example, whether he liked it or not.
What's more, he now had Mirian's administrative team and the administrative players handling civil affairs, while Maxim, Kudel, and the combat-class players handled military matters. That let Murphy keep things moving on two legs, quickly and steadily, without worrying about taking a fall.
In particular, yesterday's experience—gaining the loyalty of the mountain folk and bringing in over seventy thousand new residents at once—had already shown Murphy that his work over the past while had been effective.
That made His Excellency the Governor more confident than ever.
"So, after your personal inspection, your conclusion is that the Third Brigade can still be salvaged?"
After reading the roster Maxim had submitted, Murphy