Embryos or, consumables.
Khalil calmly put down the document in his hand.
Thirteen thousand two hundred and forty-one people, more or less. But for the Eighth Legion on the Night Veil, it is a big problem.
"We don't have the ability to house them now," Conrad Coates said bitterly.
"There are only soldiers and weapons on the Night Veil. We don't have the tools or machines to change the environment of Nostramo. Even if all the legion soldiers are sent out to maintain order, it will only create a larger violent organization."
"Like you said, Khalil, they will definitely try to join our 'gang'."
The leader of the Eighth Legion shook his head and said softly, "I don't want to see that happen."
Khalil smiled, and Kurtz's mood calmed down at this moment. The anxiety and the feeling of complete inability to do anything about the matter disappeared for the time being. Unknowingly, he seemed to have become that midnight ghost again.
In response, the instructor of the Eighth Legion just gave him a calm gaze.
Some things must be corrected.
"Then, you have to find a way to solve it yourself." Khalil said. “You don’t have to come to me for everything and want my opinions or suggestions.”
"Do you want to use that sentence to try to prevaricate me again?" Coz frowned dissatisfied.
"Which sentence?"
"You are the leader of the Eighth Legion." Konrad Coze replied angrily. He didn't sound like one, but the helplessness in his tone was very accurate.
Khalil couldn't help but laugh. However, what appeared after the brief smile was a more profound emotion.
"If you keep this up, I will," he said quietly. "If you continue to come to me for advice and rely on me for everything, one day I will really become the de facto master of the Eighth Legion."
".ah?"
"Don't play dumb, I can see that's what you're thinking, Conrad."
Khalil shook his head.
"Do you think I don't know that those daily updates of the appointment letter were the result of your painstaking efforts to flip through the code and search for each word? You are really willing to expand the title of an instructor to such an extent. Put in the effort.”
"I don't understand what you are talking about." Kurtz raised his head and replied.
"There's a fine line between pretending you don't understand and really not understanding, and I'm very familiar with your 'really don't understand' look, Conrad."
".I just want to ask you how you should do this."
Curze leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, the same posture as Khalil at some point. There was a hint of obvious dissatisfaction in his eyes.
"Is this also wrong?"
"It's okay to discuss, but not to ask for my opinion. And your attitude is obviously the latter. Conrad, you have realized how important your responsibilities are, but you must try to let go of your dependence on me."
"People will always depend on something." Conrad Coates said.
He stretched out his right hand, and Sen Han's short sword poked out of his sleeve in the next second, with terrifying speed.
"Use my gift as proof?"
"Use your gift to prove it."
Khalil chuckled again - the short trial was over, and he had reached a conclusion, although it was not the answer he wanted most, but
"You've calculated everything. It's only been ten days since you took office." He smiled and shook his head. "Okay. So, Lord of the Eighth Legion, tell me, what are you going to do?"
Conrad Coates lowered his head and pondered for a while. When he raised his head again, his expression had become extremely serious.
"Adamantite." He whispered seriously.
"Thirteen thousand two hundred and forty-one people. Even if you cross out those eight-year-old children from the list, there are enough people left to mine a huge mine."
"The sixteen-year-old boys are responsible for doing paperwork or simple transportation work, and the twenty-year-old adults do the mining. The nobles have machines for making clothes, and we can use them to make a uniform."
"There are doctors, clerical officers, and a lot of ordinary people living on the bottom deck of the Night Veil. We can definitely let them go down and lead those who still know nothing about Nostramo to jointly run a mine. .”
"Workers," Khalil said noncommittally. "Then what?"
"Normal working hours, normal food, clothing, shelter, and security. In their free time, officials will teach them High Gothic, and Nostramo can be learned together with the teaching materials I compiled. "
"I have already seen it. There are several fine gold mines outside the wilderness of Plum. Now the location is also there, Khalil."
"Fifty days are enough for them to adapt to these environments. As long as the logistics fleet arrives in fifty days, the environmental reconstruction can officially begin!"
Conrad Coates' eyes sparkled.
This is quite interesting. Looking into those eyes, Khalil thought. I lit the fire of violent revenge, but you wanted to truly ignite a flame that could revolutionize the world.
"Don't you already have a complete plan?" Khalil asked. "Why come to me to discuss it? I ended my work early today."
"Can't I even ask you?" Conrad Coates said dissatisfied. "Are the instructors of the Eighth Legion so busy?"
Khalil chuckled lightly, looked at him, and said nothing for a while. His gaze was quite calm, and could even be called peaceful - however, under such gaze, Konrad Coates lowered his head little by little.
".I'm sorry." He whispered. "I forgot that those expanded powers would come with more paperwork."
"No need to apologize. However, yesterday I met twenty-seven servitors who brought documents and eleven officials who came to discuss with me. Conrad remembers these two numbers."
Khalil nodded slightly to the Lord of the Eighth Legion with a half-smile. The latter was sitting on his chair, and for some reason, he suddenly felt a chill on his back.
".Anyway, this is just the first step."
He quickly changed the subject. "The follow-up plan is to use this part of the adamantine mine to carry out trade with the Ultramarine Star Territory. I have heard about the wealth of the world around the Ultramarines and Macragge, but they are not so rich that they don't even want adamantine ore, right?"
"We haven't talked to anyone from Macragge or the Ultramarines so far. However, the logistics fleet will be coming from there, and they should have a lot of valuable information to reveal."
Khalil stood up, straightened his collar, and nodded seriously. "So, in general, Lord of the Eighth Legion, your plan looks very promising to me."
After saying this, he turned and left without hesitation. The leader of the Eighth Legion was sitting on his chair. When the door was closed, he pinched the corners of his mouth that wanted to raise with two fingers.
After a while, there was a slight and excited Nostramo sound.
Outside the door, Khalil chuckled and shook his head.
"I heard you," he hissed at the door.
There was a moment of silence inside the door, and then an angry shout came from the door: "Didn't you say that too!"
There was no answer outside the door, only the faint laughter that gradually faded away.
——
The next period of time passed very quickly.
Khalil was not surprised by this. He understood this very early - when you are serious, time becomes the most escaping thing in the world.
It would take several hours to process the documents, several hours to go to the lower deck to investigate the number of civilians, and several hours to discuss with the officials how to proceed.
His every day is divided into several completely different split scenarios by similar but different tasks. Traveling between them, Khalil is in a calm mood.
In the morning, he dressed in formal attire and revised documents one after another.
In the afternoon, he changed into a more solemn formal suit and went to a meeting with officials.
At night, he beat the Eighth Legion soldiers who kept coming to challenge him in the training ground.
Late at night, he would go out with different squads on collective 'hunts' to Nostramo.
The reason why it is called hunting rather than purging is because the Eighth Legion has already driven all the remaining nobles and gangs to some areas. They continue to live in it without knowing anything, completely unaware that their identities have changed dramatically.
--What?
Where is his break time, you ask?
"Don't you rest at all?" Captain Van Cleef asked cautiously.
"I think so too," Khalil said expressionlessly. "The premise is that you have to ask the leader of the Eighth Legion, who has been secretly observing the working conditions of the miners every day, to narrow the scope of his duties for me."
Van Cleef wisely did not continue this sentence, but felt a slight numbness in his back molars and trembled. Over the past few days, everyone on the Nightfall had reached a consensus.
Namely, Khalil Lohars should be tired.
He should be tired, shouldn't he?
He had no time to rest, no time to be alone. Even when correcting documents, his door is always open, because this will make it easier for the servitors to enter and exit.
Therefore, those doubts about the 'Legion Instructor' that were obvious at the beginning have gradually disappeared after witnessing these days, and even evolved into an indescribable and weird respect.
And Khalil naturally knew this - Conrad Coates had asked him uneasily many times, and his guilty expression of feeling that he had done something wrong made Khalil want to laugh every time. He made a sound, but he held it back every time.
They thought this was a torture similar to punishment, but for Khalil, it was actually a kind of rest.
Compared with the rainy night in Nostramo, anything is considered a rest.
but
"Time flies, Van Cleef."
Khalil smiled and handed a stack of papers to Van Cleef. Those were the assessment results of the First Dalian Company in the last week, and Siani was at the top. The first company commander reached out to take it, nodded, and agreed with their instructor's words.
"Indeed," he whispered. "There are still nine hours until the scheduled time."
Ten thousand today, and there are two chapters left, which will be posted separately.
After thinking about it again and again, I decided to speed up a little.
(End of chapter)
