The Viscount's domain is intricately partitioned into five distinct regions, delineating his reign across varied landscapes:
1. The lofty Viscount Castle, perched on the precipice of Wangfeng Mountain, overlooks the bustling Shoufeng Town below the cliff, serving as the administrative heart and symbolic seat of power within the territory.
2. The expansive Red River Plain to the north, a sprawling expanse known for its fertile lands and strategic importance, contributes significantly to the territory's sustenance and defense.
3. To the east lies the tranquil valley, an area cloaked in serene beauty and quietude, offering a stark contrast to the more populated or utilized areas of the domain.
4. The southeastern region is marked by the dense coniferous forest farm, a crucial resource for timber and a natural barrier against external threats.
5. And finally, Rota Town to the south, known for its two iron mines, stands as a testament to the territory's industrial strength and economic backbone.
Combined, these regions form an expanse comparable to a smaller prefecture-level city from Lance's previous life, illustrating the vastness and diversity under the Viscount's rule. The journey from the northernmost Red River outpost down to the southernmost mines in Rota Town spans an entire week, highlighting the extensive reach of the Viscount's lands.
Within the broader context of the Hussar Kingdom, such territories number around twenty, each governed by nobles of varying ranks. In times of peace, these lords owe only annual tribute to the royal family, enjoying considerable autonomy in the administration and justice within their lands. The lordship typically entails absolute authority over the lives and welfare of all residents within the domain.
Tax official Terry embarks on a rigorous monthly journey across the five distinct territories to collect taxes from the local populace. The extensive travel, spanning approximately ten days to cover all regions, has not only become a significant portion of his monthly routine but has also contributed to his robust physical condition.
Terry presented the tax details for July, noting a specific exception: "Due to the damage inflicted by frost ground monsters on the wheat crops at the coniferous forest farm, they have been granted a tax exemption for this month, in line with your directives, Lord Viscount." He assured that, aside from this exception, all other taxes were collected comprehensively and have been securely stored in the castle's vault.
Despite the current fiscal challenges highlighted by the recent tax report, Terry remained optimistic about the near future. "The accounts may look bleak at present, but the upcoming autumn harvest promises relief. We anticipate not only a substantial yield of wheat but also significant produce from our pastoral activities in the quiet valley, including wool and sheepskin," he explained.
He also referenced a recent agreement with the neighboring territory of Hongshanling: "Following the contract you negotiated, they have agreed to continue purchasing our intact sheepskins at a steady rate of 80 gold coins each. This should positively impact our financial outlook."
Terry's expertise as a tax accountant, honed over several years in the bustling city hall of a major city on the west coast, was evident in his concise yet thorough summary, reflecting a deep understanding of the territory's economic dynamics and potential avenues for fiscal improvement.
The Viscount, with a slight nod, acknowledged Terry's comprehensive report, an unspoken sign of his approval and satisfaction with the financial overview provided.
Attention then shifted to the next agenda item as the castle's patrol captain, a robust figure named Ola, stepped forward. At around forty years old, Ola not only commanded the castle's patrols but also served as the highest-ranking defense officer in the Viscount's domain. His authority, just a step below the Viscount, extended across all military personnel within the territory.
"My lord," Ola began, his voice carrying the weight of responsibility and experience, "in the tranquility of the summer months, we've successfully conducted two militia training camps across three territories, excluding the coniferous forest farm and the Red River Plain. These exercises have yielded positive results, enhancing our militia's readiness."
He continued, "Patrol operations in these areas have proceeded without significant incidents, maintaining peace and order. However, the situation in the Red River Plain remains unclear at this time. Master Griffin has informed us he intends to return shortly to provide a detailed report in person."
Ola then turned his attention to the pressing issue at hand, "Regarding the coniferous forest farm, as previously noted, the presence of Frost Land Monsters has severely impacted both our logging operations and the wheat's normal growth. I propose that my lieutenant, Poirot, lead a contingent to address this threat by eliminating the monster group."
His report, delivered with due respect and clarity, highlighted the overall security and training initiatives within the Viscount's lands while drawing attention to specific areas needing urgent intervention.
The Viscount emitted a soft grunt, his expression morphing into one of skepticism. "Frost Land Monsters are typically active during winter. What's prompting their movement in summer this time?" he questioned, a hint of concern threading his voice.
Ola, ever the pragmatic leader, responded with a level of uncertainty, "The exact cause remains unclear. We need to dispatch someone to investigate the situation thoroughly. As it stands, the coniferous forest farm is in a state of panic, and logging operations have been halted. The local patrol simply lacks the strength to counter the threat posed by large swaths of Frost Land Monsters. Immediate action is essential."
Understanding the gravity of the situation, the Viscount conceded, "Send Poirot with a small unit then. The lad has advanced swiftly in his swordsmanship; I trust he'll manage the Frost Land Monsters effectively."
With a firm nod, Ola acknowledged the order, ready to organize the mission under the Viscount's directive.
"Next…" The Viscount barely began before the study's door swung open unexpectedly.
A striking figure strode in, his entrance marked by an air of unapologetic urgency. The initial surprise on everyone's faces quickly faded as they recognized the identity of the intruder. In this territory, only one person could barge into the Viscount's private study without facing repercussions.
"Father!" The man's presence commanded attention, his blond hair gleaming, imbuing him with an aura reminiscent of the sun's first rays. His stature was imposing, bearing a strong resemblance to the Viscount. Clad in riding boots and draped in a burgundy cloak, with a bow and arrow in hand, it was evident he had just made haste to the castle.
This was none other than Lance's elder brother, Griffin, a figure shrouded in a blend of respect and enigma. Lance regarded him with a mix of awe and curiosity, recalling the brother known for his brilliance and valor.
"My child," the Viscount greeted, warmth infusing his voice, a stark contrast to his earlier demeanor. "Ola just mentioned your name. I didn't expect you to return from Honghe Post so swiftly." Standing, Viscount Lane extended a welcoming embrace to Griffin, an act underlining the special bond shared between them. The affection he held for Lance, influenced by maternal ties, paled in comparison to his pride for Griffin—a reflection of himself.
Their resemblance was undeniable. Standing side by side, they mirrored each other not just in appearance but in spirit. From their commanding presence to their shared golden locks and even their manner of speech, they were the spitting image of the traditional noble father and son duo.
Griffin returned the embrace briefly before a shadow of urgency crossed his youthful yet seasoned features. "Father, I've traveled from Honghe Post without delay because of disturbing developments in the north..."
Griffin's glance swept across Lance, marked by a flicker of surprise, but without pause, he turned his attention back to the pressing matters at hand, addressing the Viscount, "There are signs of orc activity in the northern mountains beyond the Red River. I managed to slay one personally, but I couldn't ascertain their total numbers."
The mention of "orc" sent a wave of shock through the gathered individuals in the study.
Orcs, infamous for their savagery, represented a grave threat if they were amassing in significant numbers within the territory. Known for their formidable strength, an adult orc could rival a Silver Peak-level warrior.
"Master Griffin managed to defeat an orc on his own? His future indeed looks promising," the attendees silently mused, admiration laced with envy in their thoughts. The immediate impact of Lance's earlier success in inscribing the meditation rune seemed to pale in comparison. In the eyes of the ordinary residents of the territory, tangible acts of valor like Griffin's were far more significant and commendable than the intangible milestones achieved in the arcane arts.
"We are in trouble, Father," Griffin asserted, his tone grave as he reached for a glass of water from the table, betraying no hesitation as he quenched his thirst. His attire and the wear evident on his visage spoke volumes of his prolonged exertion. "These orcs are likely migrating southward, escaping the prolonged cold in the north. Recently, I've learned that orcs have been spotted deep within the kingdom's hinterland. Count Jinghua had to lead his troops personally to repel them. It's probable that we're seeing scouts or splinter groups near our own lands, but these are not adversaries the Red River Outpost can handle alone. We must amass our forces to eradicate this looming threat, lest the situation worsens after winter, making them even more formidable and harder to contain."
Viscount Lane, processing his eldest son's report, nodded in agreement. His trust in Griffin's judgment was unwavering.
The emergence of savage orcs within their borders was not a matter to be taken lightly, unlike the isolated incidents with Frost Monsters.
The possibility of these fierce beings causing widespread panic and disorder was a scenario they needed to avert at all costs, understanding that timely action was essential to prevent a potential mass exodus or collapse of local leadership due to fear.
"I understand. Tomorrow morning, I will personally lead a party northward alongside you," Viscount Lane stated resolutely, making his decision clear: "Ola, I entrust you with the castle's defense during our absence."
The patrol captain, Ola, responded with a firm nod, the determination in his voice unmistakable, "My lord, please rest assured."
Turning to Lance, the Viscount imparted his expectations, "Lance, continue your studies with Amman. I hope that upon our return from the north, your brother and I will be greeted with positive news of your progress."
Lance acknowledged with a nod, understanding the weight of his father's words, and left the study in the company of Wizard Amman. As he departed, Lance caught a fleeting, enigmatic glance from his brother Griffin. The look carried an indiscernible mix of emotions, prompting a moment of curiosity in Lance. Yet, he didn't dwell on it. Understanding that Griffin had been away for an extended period, Lance acknowledged the gulf of experiences that now lay between them.
His mind was now focused on assimilating the day's revelations and preparing for the intensive period of study that lay ahead. The knowledge and strategies discussed were invaluable, and he knew he had much to process. From tomorrow onwards, Lance resolved to dedicate his energies predominantly to his magical education, ensuring that distractions, no matter how familial or intriguing, did not divert his focus from his arcane pursuits.