When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

#128 - Great Expectations

"Are you saying, this is my witch territory?"

"Yes, congratulations, the territory you've always dreamed of is right here."

No wonder Xixi, a name this little minion connected so quickly and contacted me rapidly.

Carrie, a name, as a high-level member, had to spend so much time until now, so she was doing this.

I have to say, Horn, a name was a little touched in his heart.

It wasn't a waste to dote on you, my goddaughter.

Lowering his head, he began to read the map in his hand in detail, while Carrie, a name sat aside and introduced it.

Horn, a name's future territory is a place called Ponds Town, with 810 townspeople. The town covers an area of about 50 mu, and its main industry is medicinal material processing.

The seven nearby villages have 1919 villagers, who mainly grow medicinal materials in addition to food and fruit trees.

The normal annual income is about 30 gold pounds. The people of Black Snake Bay are sturdy, and the lord cannot collect taxes, but a witch sitting there can probably collect them.

This place is close to the Roan Party's main camp, Long Dike City, making trade convenient. Next to it are the foothills, making it easy for witchers to escape.

It's really not bad.

Once he arrives at Ponds Town, he will have a base. Horn, a name's witch disease can mass-produce alchemists.

At that time, he can engage in alchemical production, develop the economy, train the army, expand the territory, and then continuously cycle.

Perhaps his Ponds Town can become Ponds City or even Ponds Castle in the future!

"By the way, I have a very important thing to tell you." Carrie, a name folded her arms across her chest, and two round curves were squeezed out of the silk dress.

"Our Roan Party's highest institution is the Council of Eleven, composed of witches and wizards, and its members are called High Priests.

Among them, one High Priest, the wizard Paslik, is already 71 years old this year and suffers from severe lung disease. He is very likely to retire in five years.

At that time, each High Priest must nominate a candidate to the Supreme High Priest Roan 3rd, and give priority to selecting witches.

Currently, there are not many qualified people outside the Council of Eleven. All five witches of the Roan Party are already inside the council.

In other words, as long as you don't make mistakes or have minor achievements in the next five years, Roan 3rd is very likely to promote you into the Council of Eleven."

Carrie, a name stood up and placed her hands on the table: "If there are no mistakes, in five years, you will enter the core power level of the Roan Party and be the youngest High Priest."

"Is this something you can manipulate?" Despite being thrilled, Horn, a name still questioned.

"Do you think I'm not in the Council of Eleven? You will get nominations from me and my allies.

Even to say, as long as you can give birth to a witch with me, Roan 3rd is willing to make her his heir, just like Emperor Al Gaius and Geweis.

A stable witch lineage passed down for three generations, how much support and connections do you think we can get?"

Looking at Carrie, a name's frank and sharp eyes, Horn, a name coughed lightly and turned his head away.

" Zhanna, a name is also a witch, can she enter this council?"

Carrie, a name's face instantly turned unhappy: "It's difficult. First, there are not so many vacancies. You just happen to be lucky. Second, Roan 3rd probably won't like her very much."

"Why?"

"Because I said a lot of bad things about her."

Horn, a name was speechless for a long time before saying: "I remember you two were on pretty good terms at the beginning."

"She is my love rival. I haven't killed her only because of your face."

"...You are a good woman. I only treat you as a sister."

"That's not up to you." Bending down, Carrie, a name stepped forward and raised Horn, a name's chin. "Do you think I, your older sister, will nominate you for nothing? There are some hidden rules, I see that you don't understand them at all, Papa."

Horn, a name coughed violently: "Cough cough cough, we'll talk about it later, later."

"There's one more thing, I might have to leave the day after tomorrow." Straightening up again, Carrie, a name turned her face to the side and twirled her hair with her fingers, saying casually.

Horn, a name widened his eyes: "Leave the day after tomorrow, why? Is it so urgent?"

He hasn't dealt with the resettlement of these refugees yet, and he hasn't even had time to hand over the evidence to Duke Cush.

"Something happened at home, waiting for me to deal with it. Don't worry, I've arranged for another wizard to pick you up to Black Snake Bay.

The ship to Black Snake Bay runs every seven days, so after I leave, you have to wait another seven days before you can leave. Duke Dane will help you handle the loose ends.

This place is quite close to Black Snake Bay, but now witchers are hunting down secret societies everywhere, so you still can't bring too many people at once, at most you can only bring one boat of people."

Carrie, a name held up three fingers: "When you leave, you can bring up to 30 people with you. The rest can only stay in Jeannedort Castle for now.

If you want to bring them over, then you have to wait another year or two, until the situation stabilizes."

"Okay."

"Alright, I have other things to deal with." Standing up and stretching, Carrie, a name waved goodbye to Horn, a name: "When I leave the day after tomorrow, I will introduce you to the person who will take you away."

With boots stepping in neat steps, Carrie, a name's figure left the wooden house. Horn, a name wiped the sweat from his forehead, wishing she could be as cute as before...

No, she was pretty annoying before too.

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Horn, a name took out the military notebook from the box, picked up the quill pen, and began to record.

After resting for two days, it's time to move.

During this time, not long or short, this Jeannedort Castle is basically a talent market. Horn, a name can just recruit some technical talents from them.

Based on the situation of that town, Horn, a name wrote down the words "pharmacist," "stonemason," and "engineer" in his notebook.

Pharmacists are needed due to the medicinal material processing industry in Ponds Town. After all, since they can process medicinal material raw materials, it's better to make some high value-added products.

Stonemasons are not craftsmen who carve stones. Their main job is as architects, responsible for building design and engineering projects.

Due to the low level of construction technology in the empire, it may take dozens or hundreds of years to build a slightly larger building, so stonemason is basically a lifelong industry, and it's hard to find one.

If you want to get rich, build roads first. Infrastructure is the foundation of economic development, and stonemasons are born for this.

The former two are slightly better, but the last one, engineers, is really too few.

Because the two main jobs of engineers are hydraulic engineering and military engineering.

Both of these are high-tech in the Middle Ages, basically exclusive to the lord, one radish one pit.

Most of the time, engineers are few in number, and those who exist are the lord's court advisors, enjoying a high status and salary.

Horn, a name needs these people to help him build water conservancy projects and develop clockwork machinery. He always feels that clockwork guns are not the limit.

But when Horn, a name listed the conditions, he was in trouble again.

The place he is going to is the barbaric land of Black Snake Bay.

Even if it's a craftsman's agent, it's estimated that he won't be able to find a qualified pharmacist, engineer, and stonemason.

Even if he lowers the level and replaces regular craftsmen with apprentices, they may not be willing to go to his place.

There are more than 40,000 people in this Jeannedort Castle, and a bunch of floating population. It's like finding a needle in a haystack, how to find them?

Thinking from evening until the moon was high in the sky, Horn, a name, who had lost a table full of hair, had to stand up rubbing his aching head.

The result is still to find Casti to help.

I have to play this trick for another ten days.

That's right, there is no way.