In the study, Faelan shifted in his seat, trying to find a comfortable position. With a heavy expression, he began, "My lord, the crisis in the two baronies is escalating daily, projecting an unpredictable situation that could scatter debris toward Ravengarde. We might soon face an influx of refugees."
"The numbers are alarming—around five hundred people. Considering the population of an average barony is about 2,000 citizens, we can see how disturbing this is. They haven't completely hollowed out Eladoria or Thalmer, though, as these baronies have endured for a century."
"Yet, this isn't the only consequence, my lord. During our journey, we encountered bandits who were actually desperate villagers with no other choice. Imagine how many more will be in the same situation. Not to mention the opportunistic individuals or seasoned bandits. This could destabilize our gradually stabilizing barony, consuming resources meant for development."
"My lord, you can understand the severity—Ravengarde has already tasted the bitter fruit of this crisis, losing nearly 100% of our crops. Their fields, once wheat fields, are now just grasslands. Even the baron of Eladoria is pessimistic about the situation. During his summons, he proposed an alliance to pool resources and emerge from the crisis together."
"However, that would harm our plans to profit from the crisis, which is your main strategy for developing Ravengarde using external resources. I rejected his proposal, though it pained me, knowing innocent lives would suffer unjustly."
"Despite this, we could use the crisis to sell grains, products, and especially weapons, which I promised to the baron of Eladoria. The baron of Thalmer definitely won't refuse us either. Refugees could supplement our labor shortage or population. Nobles often attract populations to their territories because even King Arthur needs a significant population to produce extraordinary professionals like mages or knights."
"As for the nexus disturbances, historically, such crises don't weaken Havoc for long. The magic net fanatics will storm the culprits. They are independent of the mage guild, and even the empire doesn't provoke them. Ancient experts who study the laws of the world at legendary levels are involved."
Arvind was stunned, nodding solemnly with a furrowed brow. 'Can the universe give us a break?' he thought. He realized the importance of population, just like in his previous life. Without substantial resources, they had to seize every opportunity to grow. Military construction had to accelerate, new recruits were untested, and any soldier's panic could become their shame. But that wasn't the main issue—the consequences could be dire, as battlefields are inherently unpredictable and disastrous.
Arvind pondered how Atheron, without their presence, might smooth over individual ambitions before they manifest. They needed to speed up the development of industries, especially military and alchemy, as they raced against time. Ordinary soldiers couldn't confront knights effectively, and even Arvind could neutralize hundreds without strategic ground defense.
To perform extraordinarily, soldiers needed equipment like crossbows, combat gear, and alternatives. In Atheron, many could become apprentice knights with decent nutrition, which was better than his previous life, where such opportunities were rare. Even apprentice knights could take on a dozen armed individuals.
Arvind slid his arm on the table and asked, "What should we do now? Any ideas on how we can use this time window without spending our resources on direct intervention?"
"My lord, if we want to avoid direct intervention, one way is to supply weapons to the barons' armies, so they can overcome the challenges they face. However, we should take precautions in case the two barons resolve the crisis before our agenda is met. It might sound harsh, but sometimes we have to sell weapons to bandits so they fight among themselves, killing two birds with one stone."
Arvind nodded in realization, understanding that even the locals shouldn't be underestimated, and waved his hand for Faelan to continue.
"During this time, we should maximize every resource to lift our barony's economy and military power. Accept refugees, attract blacksmiths to make more weapons, develop the economy, and intensify loan incentives. Train more extraordinary professionals and prepare ourselves in case things get out of control."
"Great plan, Faelan. I'm beginning to admire scholars like you. What do you think about recruiting more scholars?"
"Haha, thank you, my lord. My heart overflows with gratitude."
With his arm resting on the table, Faelan's heart brimmed with delight. This was the kind of conversation he longed for when he went against his family's decision. Seeing his ideas implemented filled him with pride. Trade wasn't his strength, but he was growing to appreciate his role more each day. He hoped this wouldn't be the end of his career.
"For recruiting craftsmen, I might add something you missed—like mage apprentices, knights, or other professionals. They might be attracted to us, and even a few could strengthen us. As for the refugees, let's mix them with the townsfolk you attract and create a village near the iron mine close to Ashford, where we plan to open mining operations. And don't worry about the economy, Faelan..."
"For securing the trade route, leave it to Aldric. They've already started to stir trouble in Ashford, and Bramir has been complaining recently..."
"Mn."
Arvind and Faelan strategized for hours and developed plans to boost the economy, strengthen the military, encourage trade, and attract refugees—all without direct intervention. They found that this approach would benefit them more. Faelan shared his awkward experiences, which made Arvind laugh until his stomach ached.
Shortly after, Anika arrived with tea. While sipping, Bramir recounted his childhood, filling the room with laughter and praise for Anika and Arvind. After a while, Faelan departed, needing to attend to more pressing matters.
Arvind leaned back in his chair, relaxing his arm. The challenges were accumulating. Being a leader wasn't as straightforward as he initially thought—it wasn't just about commanding this and that. He had to weigh every decision carefully to avoid disastrous consequences that could impact not just the barony, but also his life.
Yet, the promise he had sworn would not change, no matter how many challenges he faced. "Mother, your son is not a coward, and don't worry, these challenges won't dull my sharpness. Bless me, Amen." He would emerge strong. In both his previous life and Atheron, avoiding problems only worsened them.
He thought about how other nobles dealt with challenges and wished his father had given him a better territory, like his elder sister, who spent her time at parties while the iron mine flowed with gold coins effortlessly and without threats. Unlike her, he was under constant fear of catastrophe.
Arriving at the department, Faelan sank into his seat, facing a mountain of documents that demanded his attention after a long absence. He sighed and grabbed the files. As he worked, Arvind's new strategic orders reached the desks of all department heads. Opening the orders instilled a sense of urgency and determination as they strove to meet the challenges ahead.
As a result, Ravengarde, which initially moved like a bicycle, transformed into a car, overcoming obstacles. Happiness and aspirations grew among the people, all united by Arvind's vision, with progress weaving their shared future together.
Arvind intensified his training, and Anika brought him water, warming his heart. Gazing in the direction of the two baronies, he pondered the outcome, shook his head, and smiled at Anika. Many souls needed his attention.
In Ashford, the commotion of refugees rippled through the square along with the townsfolk. Lines formed as they awaited their turn, while Bramir processed documents. It wasn't that he didn't want assistance, but the gravity of the situation in Ravengarde made him the chief fixer of the mess. When would they be able to work independently, maybe enjoy a cup of tea while sitting and commanding them?
Thinking about the military man, he thought, 'Hmm, he should be giggling even in his sleep.' His leisure time dwindled, hoping the military wouldn't suffer significant losses and embarrass the lord baron. Seeing dozens of craftsmen mingling with the refugees, Bramir faced questions.
"What happened with you? Didn't Faelan, the caravan head, settle you and the craftsmen when you arrived?" Bramir asked, knitting his eyebrows.
"Sir... no, he asked us to wait for you, sir. I mean, the mayor of Ashford..."
Bramir remembered he was also the mayor and instructed his apprentice standing nearby. The apprentice asked all craftsmen and their families to register with him, explaining their special status and the different procedure from the refugees. After all, they would stay in Ashford and join Rurik and the other craftsmen.
After working for a while, Bramir stretched his arms.
Upon arriving at the mining site, a low hill region, they settled the workers there.
Although smaller compared to the water wheel project, which was the main focus for their department, Rurik's blacksmith shop ensured a steady stream of iron tools with the workers living here.
Bramir turned to the new villagers and instructed them to build houses. Along with the mine workers, he hoped the construction wouldn't take long. Fortunately, there was no rain this month, and the harvest time was approaching next month.
The site bustled with noise as the skinny refugees, eyes filled with hope, mingled with the townsfolk who would live there. Trees were cut and transported to the plain on the mountaintop. Logs were raised, and houses formed, with workers using their energy like ants.
"Are we supposed to live with them? I miss Ashford more," one of the townsfolk said, staring at the excited refugee families in confusion.
"Yeah, look at them, thrilled to live under our lord baron's wing. Proud to see, yet why do they behave like homeless people?" his friend replied.
"I heard their hometown is cursed, that's why..."
"Mn."
As the sun set, with new construction techniques and the sheer number of people, the houses took shape, leaving only the final touches. While the women cooked, a conflict erupted between a refugee and a townsfolk:
"What, Mother Earth? The land is land, only Almighty Dues is the true god, backward and animal..."
"Fuck your mother, fucker! What did you say? Say it again. I'll let you see those shiny stars, hmm. It's our mother that we depend on. You and your so-called Dues god can go away. We won't accept refugees like you here and your damn Church of Light, who scare like chickens and leave us in desperation to beasts, hmm!!!..."
The argument intensified, their faces reddening, sparking a confrontation. The villagers split into groups, glaring at each other. The refugees were at a disadvantage, with children crying and women struggling to calm their men in fear of the townsfolk's shouting.
"Stop for me!!!" Bramir and his apprentice were startled. After reconciling, the tense situation eased. Bramir wiped his forehead and eyed his apprentice, who remained composed. The two camps watched each other with vigilance.
As they ate, the children's voices echoed with happiness, melting the tense atmosphere. Their eyes softened at their families, and Bramir glanced at the children gratefully, nodding.
The next day, as the sun rose, they parted from their families and began their day as miners. Bramir knew time wouldn't wait for them, so they began mining immediately.
As time passed, the sound of sickles cutting through earth and iron ore dropping into carts filled the air. Wiping their sweat, everyone's eyes twinkled as they worked harder. Life with work and shiny coins was far more appealing than idleness and leaving their families unfed.
By the time the sun set, piles of ore formed small hills, ready for the Ashford transport team. Villagers lined up for their wages. Upon receiving their copper coins, their smiles blossomed.
Bramir beamed, watching them. His eyes couldn't tire, seeing how these lifeless eyes and bamboo pole figures transformed under his lord's rule. Everyone should be grateful for a noble like the lord baron.
In the castle, cheers resonated as the workers finished the last section of the wall. "Hoo, finally didn't break my promise," thought the foreman. While resting, he recalled Arvind's order to inform the three best workers to join the evening celebration.
In the evening, Arvind strolled around, pleased that the castle wall repairs were complete. This marked a significant accomplishment. He saw servants bustling with plates and Mira directing efficiently. He nodded at her, and she returned a smile.
After intense work, checking documents, and overseeing knights' training, everyone was also occupied with their tasks. Anika pursued her magic studies despite their busy schedule. Arvind had informed everyone about the celebration, as a secure lord's castle was crucial for morale. Nobles had been guardians of their territories since ancient times.
"Congratulations, my lord. The castle is now safe, and even if enemies arrive, they will hardly cause us damage. This is all thanks to your hard work, my lord. May your mother bless you from the stars," Shankar said.
"Thank you, Shankar. I appreciate it," Arvind replied.
As Arvind roamed around, he spotted Anika in clothes that highlighted her curves. With a radiant smile, she made Arvind's heart pound. Composing himself, he approached her, "You look gorgeous today, just like an elf. Their beauty left nobles of various races stunned. Oh yes, how is your magic practice?"
Anika's face blushed as she tapped her fingers and fanned her hand to relieve her embarrassment. "Thank you so much. My lord, I appreciate it a lot. I am far from elves; they are more beautiful than me. Mn, my magic practice is fruitful. I am now a junior mage with mastery over a dozen one-ring elementary spells and one intermediate spell."
After chatting with Anika, others arrived and offered their congratulations. As Bramir greeted Arvind, the foreman and three workers approached, while others eyed them.
"They are our heroes who repaired the castle wall. I have my gratitude towards you. Foreman, I didn't break my promise before. You have my word; work as a leader now, don't smile. And for you three, you will have a salary raise. Keep it up, and don't be reserved—eat to your heart's content."
Eldrin smiled at the foreman and nodded. The foreman bowed repeatedly at Arvind, while his three companions smiled at each other, their excitement was palpable. Only they knew the helplessness of ordinary people like them. Having a wage increase or a promotion was like hearing beautiful sounds from Mother Earth.
As everyone stood, Arvind sat and said, "Sit down, everyone. Eat, and Anika, sit on my left chair. Today is a happy day in my life. This is Warcraft meat and wine I procured for us to enjoy."
Anika sat and glanced warmly at Arvind as he raised his cup of wine. Others followed suit and drank.
As time passed, everyone became intoxicated, including Arvind, whose head lay on the table. Anika, who drank little, instructed the servants and helped carry Arvind to his bed. "He's so heavy," she thought, resting her hand on her chin. "He looks cute in this state." She watched him for a moment before quietly closing the door.
Silence returned...
To be continued...