What he is going to do next needs these people very much to complete, and Chollima currently only has two people in front of him.
"So, what's your name?" Suleiman's voice was still calm and without any emotion.
"Evelyn, you can call me Evelyn, Master Suleiman." The woman was silent for a moment, her lips moved,
Finally a clear name for the general public came out.
Suleiman nodded slightly. He knew it was a pseudonym, but he still said that he had written it down, "Evelyn, I have written it down,
We need to reach several agreements on this."
Suleiman looked closely at the two of them and spoke slowly:
"First, you will be my advisor, but I will not get involved in your affairs, and don't cause trouble for me. What I need is your knowledge and help. You just need to do your duty."
Evelyn's eyes opened slightly, which showed that she was a little surprised that the young man in front of her didn't mention her beauty. Maybe he was just not old yet. She listened quietly to Suleiman's next words.
Even Olivier was a little shocked. He knew how much trouble his mistress' appearance had caused them.
"Second, starting from tomorrow, you can no longer cover your face with a hood. Hiding yourself too much will only attract unnecessary prying eyes and suspicion, and try to cover up your appearance."
"People will say that there is a mysterious man who wraps himself up tightly in my castle, which will arouse interested exploration by others, so your identity here is that of my personal maid."
"But you must put on makeup and minimize your presence. Use accessories or other things to make you look less conspicuous, but it must be based on your true appearance. Sometimes this is the best disguise."
Suleiman Although he had never seen much about women's makeup skills, he could feel that even if the woman in front of him had been washed, she still had several layers of disguise.
"The third and most important point!" Suleiman paused for a moment to let the weight of these words settle before he stood up.
Suleiman's eyes glanced at Evelyn, and then at Olivier behind her. "I have no interest in your past. I won't ask or send anyone to investigate, and I don't want to get involved in any of your troubles."
His voice became colder and he made a cold decision:
"But, if your trouble comes to me and threatens my territory and me, you must! Leave on your own!"
"I will not pay any price for your past, and I will even hand you over if it is beneficial to me."
"So this is also my last suggestion! Do you really want to stay?"
Suleiman's words were extremely ruthless, but also extremely fair. He was asking the master and servant to carefully consider whether to stay. For Suleiman, there will always be women, but there is only one life. No matter how beautiful a woman is, you can only enjoy it if you have a life. He is also a rare hereditary lord of Westeros.
Evelyn stared at Suleiman calmly, a look of approval and admiration flashed in those breathtaking blue eyes.
She had imagined countless possibilities, including being interrogated, driven away, and forced to be used as a plaything, but she did not expect that it would be such a purely transaction based on her own abilities. The young man in front of her was very mature, and his matter-of-fact attitude really gave people a sense of oppression like a lion.
She bowed slightly, her movements elegant and standard, not like an exile, but more like an elegant lady saluting the lord, "I accept your conditions, Master Suleiman."
Olivier behind her also bowed deeply as the hostess, silently confirming this dangerous but fair contract.
Early the next morning, Lord's Hall in the castle was filled with chaotic voices and a lively atmosphere.
Lushen and Roslyn were hiding in the corner uneasily. They didn't understand why Mr. Suleiman summoned them early in the morning. He also summoned the cultural people at the same time. The two of them couldn't talk to the cultural people.
The two of them looked at the woman standing next to the lord's seat. It was said that she was the daughter of Olivier. She was so ugly.
The red birthmark on her face was torn apart, making her originally fair skin look a bit strange and sinister, but her blue eyes were still so beautiful that people dared not look directly into them.
It is said that this woman is now serving as Master Suleiman's personal maid. She is so ugly, how can this be done? The two of them have made up their mind to find someone who can give birth to a good child to serve as Master Suleiman's maid. Master Suleiman's family only has Master Suleiman left.
It's time to branch out.
Suleiman walked out of the room, and people calmed down and looked at him. Suleiman ignored the confusion of everyone in the hall. He walked slowly to a huge wooden table in the center of the hall and spread out a rough map.
"Everyone come here!" His voice was not loud, but it made everyone gather around and focus on the map.
Lushen and Roslyn quickly walked out of the shadows, then pushed through the crowd and squeezed in. Evelyn also approached and stood next to Suleiman.
"How many villages are there in my territory now?" Suleiman asked.
Lushen and Roslyn looked at each other. This question was much simpler than calculating the number of acres. Roslyn answered first, "Master Suleiman, there are currently sixteen villages in your land."
"That's right!" Suleiman clicked on the rough map with his finger, "Sixteen villages, like a handful of sand, are scattered loosely on this land, and each village has less than a hundred people!"
"When encountering powerful bandits, they may even be massacred without being able to spread the news, or they may not be able to support me in sending troops to rescue them.
To issue an order for mobilization, you need to send people to spread the notice, which is a waste of time, to collect taxes, and God knows how much or how little they hand over. For management and governance, I don't have that many affairs officers."
"I want to merge them." Suleiman's fingers drew several circles on the parchment, representing the scattered villages "to form several large Military Fort."
"Merge?" someone in the crowd asked. "Military Fort?"
"Yes, merge." Suleiman emphasized, "Merge these sixteen scattered, sparsely populated, and unmanageable villages into four Military Fort."
Suleiman glanced at the crowd and highlighted the next words. "Every Military Fort is a business officer, a tax officer, and obeys the military affairs officer."
This is what I have considered. Everything is prepared for future wars. I appoint affairs officers, tax officers, and military affairs officers, but they are not at the same level. I obey the military affairs officers and give military priority in everything.
Suleiman looked at the increasingly obvious confusion on everyone's faces, and explained in a more straightforward way, "I call it "spreading when you are plowing, gathering when you are free"."
"To put it simply! When farming is busy, villagers can go to work in their own fields and live in temporary huts on the edge of the fields or in their own former villages."
"However, during the off-season, especially during the long and cold winter, or when enemies are attacking, everyone,
All returned to the civilian forts they built to live together and receive military training at the same time."
Suleiman looked at the expressions of everyone who seemed to be gradually enlightened, and continued, "The advantages of this! First! Safety! Tall walls! Concentrated soldiers! No robbers or bandits without a thousand people dare to approach!"
"Second! Easy to manage! Any of my decrees! Just publish them in Military Fort! Everyone can see and hear them! Receive them as soon as possible!"
"Third! It's convenient for tax collection and mobilization! How many people are there in each family? How much tax should be paid! It's clear at a glance! Soldiers need to be recruited!
Just give the order! The assembly can be completed in half a day!"
Lushen and Roslyn probably understand what Mr. Suleiman means. They understand the two points of safety and convenience of mobilization. After all, Old Lord just roared at Foulkeep and more than a dozen people gathered. This is indeed a good thing. At least when the war starts, there is no need to go all over the world to notify the unorganized villagers.
The business officers and tax officials also understand that this can greatly reduce their workload and difficulty.
This is also what Suleiman considers the most. The quality of his grassroots bureaucrats is worrying. If they are allowed to manage a large film and run around everywhere, they will only confuse themselves. It is difficult to believe that they will get things done.
Suleiman's eyes turned to Evelyn. He saw that this tall woman seemed to be hesitant to speak, but his request for her to lower her presence kept her silent.
Suleiman stretched out his finger and emphasized his tone. "My four hundred soldier families will be evenly distributed among four Military Town,
They will become the defenders of order and the enforcers of my laws!"
"On top of this! I will establish the Three-Chief System degree!"
This new term made everyone's ears prick up, and Evelyn's eyes looked at him silently.
"Five families make up one family! From these five families, veterans who have made military exploits for me will be appointed as heads!!"
"Five families! That is, twenty-five families! form one neighborhood! One of the five parents will be selected from among them to serve as Neighbor Head!!"
"Five Neighbor Head! That's one hundred and twenty-five families! Form one Household Head! Choose Household Head from the Neighbor Heads!"
"Maintain order Military Town! Execute the law for me! Household Head is directly responsible to the three affairs officers of Military Fort!"
There was silence. This system was a bit appalling. The original living system of the village was destroyed. It completely destroyed the original living system of Westeros people. It was also a system that had never appeared in Westeros.
Suleiman looked at the silent crowd. He thought again and again. Only in this way can order be created. He might have a city like King's Landing in the future. He didn't want that city to be as chaotic as King's Landing. The implementation must be now. There are fewer people and it is easy to implement. There is not much resistance. If it is delayed in the future, the resistance will only get bigger and bigger.
Suleiman's voice continued to sound, awakening the silent crowd. He knew that his next words would be even more shocking. "Sitting method!!!"
"Within one family! Someone commits a crime! Within the same family! The remaining four families are equally guilty! Those who fail to report the knowledge will be punished with an additional penalty!" Suleiman's voice was slow. "My army will do the same! I want to establish order!"
There was a dead silence in the hall. Everyone, including the semi-literate affairs officers, whose faces were pale, were shocked by this sophisticated and cold system. They seemed to have seen that an invisible net was about to cover every inch of the territory and every person.
Only Lushen and Roslyn smiled, worthy of being Master Suleiman!
Evelyn tugged at Suleiman's sleeves. Suleiman knew she had something to say, so she dismissed everyone, leaving only Lushen and Roslyn.
Then, Suleiman's eyes turned to Evelyn. This woman seemed to talk a lot.
Seeing Suleiman's eyes fall on her, she spoke slowly, her voice cold and rational. "Master Suleiman, your idea is perfect, and it can indeed fundamentally change the appearance of your territory."
She affirmed at first, but then changed the topic. "However, the difficulty of realizing it may not be as simple as you think."
"Farmers have extremely deep feelings for the land where their ancestors lived. They may have never left the village in their entire lives. Every tree and stream there is a part of their lives."
"Let them give up the land they live in and move to a strange place. If you hold a knife to their necks, they will only be filled with resentment towards you."
"Secondly, do you really trust your civilian affairs officers? You don't know that these civilians are greedy, stupid, ugly, have no honor, no courage, no mercy, and even no Seven. Each of them has seven deadly sins and will only go to hell in the end."
"Your financial officer Bana the Beggar is a typical example. Since he became the steward, he has ridden his pony to humiliate those who had humiliated him when he was Beggar.,
"I suggest that you recruit some dilapidated wandering knights and give them a village fief. They will swear allegiance to you Seven. You have given them land, and they will provide eternal loyalty to your family."
Lushen and Roslyn saw that this ugly girl dared to deny Master Suleiman, but they didn't know how to refute, and their faces turned red. In their opinion, Master Suleiman ordered the farmers to do it, and it was a matter of course. Anyone who dared not to do it would kiss his own sword!
However, Evelyn saw Suleiman smiling, as if she was laughing at herself. She fell silent, with a trace of confusion showing in her beautiful blue eyes for the first time, quietly waiting for Suleiman's rebuttal.
Suleiman finally put away his smile, shook his head, stretched out a finger, shook it gently, and gave his answer, a simple, crude, but extremely effective answer:
"You are right, they have feelings for the land where they have lived for generations, but when this feeling is put together with their lives, you will find that living is the deepest feeling."
Suleiman glanced at Lushen and Roslyn, and issued a cold order, "Lushen! Roslyn!"
"You find some reliable people, cover your face, and starting tonight, take turns playing the role of bandits and raid those remote villages. Remember, the noise must be loud and vicious. You can burn a few empty houses and steal some livestock. Be sure to act very vicious, but don't hurt anyone."
"I want them to stay awake at night in fear, and I want them to understand that the land of their ancestors, the village of generations,
It is no longer a safe nest, but a graveyard that will kill them."
Suleiman looked at Evelyn, the noble lady. "At that time, I will send people to tell them that I have prepared strong high walls, sufficient food and soldiers to protect them, and they are extremely safe."
"Guess, will they miss their homeland, or will they cry and thank me for giving them the chance to live?"
Evelyn's pupils shrank slightly, and she was silent, or eclipsed. She did not expect that the young lord in front of her was as sophisticated and despicable as those great lords. She thought of Tywin Lannister, who seemed to overlap with the young man in front of her when he was a boy.
Suleiman turned around and stopped looking at her. "As for the nobles and common people you mentioned, in my opinion, their greed, stupidity and ugliness are no less than those of the common people, and their crimes are even greater."
"As for the financial officer you mentioned Bana the Beggar." Suleiman said slowly. "As far as I know, he is riding that pony,
Indeed, as you said, he humiliated those who had bullied him, but he also thanked those kind people when he was at his lowest, and distributed all the recruitment Silver Stag I sent him to these people who had helped him."
Suleiman walked towards the woman until she was close. The feeling of oppression made the woman lower her body, which was taller than the young lord:
"I just need them to serve me! To bring order to my territory! To create the results I want! That's all!"
"If he can do this, even if he is a devil, I will use him. If he cannot, even if he is a saint, he will be worthless to me."
His slender fingers gently lifted her head, making her beautiful blue eyes look into his.
"This is how I employ people. Now, do you have any questions, my advisor?"