Harrot returned to his territory. After greeting Rand and his two mothers, he went to the council hall to consider his next plans. He calculated the territory's population, the wealth he possessed, and various external factors, only going to sleep halfway through the night.
Early the next morning, he summoned all the town mayors and guard captains in the territory to the castle for talks, while also recalling all the system troops under his command.
By noon, the territory's entire management had assembled. In the castle's council hall, Harrot sat at one end of the long table, while over twenty territorial officials took their seats in order of rank, from nearest to farthest. Harrot's six Rogue Knights stood upright behind him, staring straight ahead.
In addition to the guard captain and mayor he had arranged, Forge City had also sent a dwarf representative, who sat at the other end of the long table.
"The Correndo Kingdom has been established for exactly ten years. Including the time before the kingdom was founded, I have ruled this territory for nearly fifteen years!"
"Over these fifteen years, the villages of this territory have gone from barely surviving to being self-sufficient. The towns have grown ever more prosperous, and the territory's main city, Forge City, has become one of the largest cities in the entire kingdom!"
Harrot deliberately paused here. A town mayor he had arranged in advance began clapping excitedly, and everyone else soon followed with applause and cheers. Even the dwarf representative cooperatively joined in clapping.
Harrot had indeed governed his territory well, especially Forge City. The dwarves all felt more comfortable in this city than they did back in the Dwarf Kingdom. Mining, smithing, fine liquor—everything was available.
The applause lasted a long while before Harrot raised a hand to quiet