The people of Cathay were very impatient, and they called for departure the next day. Of course Snorri understood them. He sent a guide, provided a signed customs clearance diploma, and notified various fortresses along the way through rune transmitters.
Over in the Old World, he planned to wait until the caravan arrived at Haimen Pass. The kings would naturally support their decision after seeing the Cathayans and their products. Seeing it with their own eyes was much more convincing than a brief telegram.
As soon as Snorri was idle, the first batch of immigrants arrived, injecting new vitality into the entire Southern World Edge Mountains. According to his original plan, humans went directly to the Lost Plateau to reclaim land.
Some of his own people built houses for those humans, and some went to the Bone Temple to work for Slann to earn food. Karak-Zun was suddenly empty. Traditional dwarven industrial projects such as mining and forging were stopped. Now it is the office of a construction company.
Only Rogoff and his guards, who served as the guard captain, were left with Snorri, and the other subordinates were put into production. Snorri sent his cronies to one place after another. With no one around him, he once again realized the problem of insufficient manpower.
"How do I discover or even cultivate enough talents?" Snorri sat at his desk and thought.
According to his previous life's thinking, it would be easy to hold a selective examination, but unfortunately he does not have the ability to write papers or compile examination syllabus, and the objective conditions of the dwarves do not allow him to carry out such a test.
"Currently, the noble children who are willing to come to the Southland are basically young and have certain ideas, but they lack experience and prestige." Snorri took out another scrap of paper.
"But these people have all received relevant leadership education." As the supreme prince, Snorri himself learned lessons on how to promote resolutions, establish personal authority, unite and encourage clan members in various ways, and so on, in addition to traditional survival skills.
The increase in the fertility rate will not be effective in a short period of time. Every tribesman is a valuable asset. As long as the tribesmen have some blood relationship with the lord, they will have the opportunity to be appointed. They need to make some preparations to step into management positions.
"Some of them are more radical, others are too idealistic, and beards that are too short will also interfere with their management." Snorri recalled the young people he communicated with during the expedition. In fact, even without these qualities they would not give up a stable life to take part in adventure.
"Other available people are the leaders of small clans and civilian civil servants who were unsuccessful in the original fortress." The former Ouyin and Golat chiefs of the Baruch clan are representatives among them.
"They have experience and prestige, but they are deeply conservative. Whether they can accept and implement my open policy without compromise is a question. And, well, they may be seeking public benefits for personal gain."
"My territory will develop rapidly in the next ten or twenty years, and development will bring opportunities and loopholes. I can't let the cadres be tested over and over again like this." These relatively lower-class tribesmen have been polished by life. The purpose of their coming here is to improve their own life and that of their clan.
In his previous life, "hunting tigers and swatting flies" has always been "on the road". Considering the dwarves' natural love for gold and wine, it is difficult to expect them to withstand the test when they are readily available.
"I need to make the two sides complement each other and check and balance each other, plus some additional supervision forces." Snorri concluded. His current stall is too big. He has four fortresses including the Demon Slayer Castle under construction.
In addition, there is the Quata Port, the Bone Temple construction site, the planned railway and customs. Combined, the only person in the entire Mountain Kingdom who could shoulder the same burden as him was Thor Green, but his father had a group of staff from the Supreme Court, and his group of people could manage a medium-sized fortress at best.
"I have nothing to do. I can patrol the north and refine gold with fire. Many talents may emerge from the actual work." Snorri did what he said. He gathered the guards and stepped on the blue sheep. , proceed north along the road you came from.
Walking the same road again, he felt in a completely different state of mind. Now he was so proud that his hooves were broken. Along the way, he met two patrol and hunting teams, a prospecting team and a survey team. Snorri expressed his concern and condolences, and was also concerned about their work progress.
"It's very lively!" After advancing for a while, Snorri arrived at the planned location of Karak-Demon Slayer Castle. There is a huge steep slope on the east side of the Lost Plateau, and the mountains seem to have a gaping hole.
The bottom of the steep slope is not a kind place. It is the ruins of Astri, the former southern town of Nehekhara. Astri was once the territory of the anti-Nazi macho Alkadiza. After the Lord of the Undead made a comeback, Everything was completely destroyed.
A little further east of the ruins is a huge pit of the living dead. As the name suggests, this thing is a huge corpse pit. Regardless of the composition of the victims in it, any necromancer who goes in alone can come out surrounded by people.
Zou Qilin reminded him that the current land of Nehekhara east of Coffin Canyon was not as dead and silent as it seemed. There were some dark forces entrenched there and brewing certain conspiracies, which prompted Snorri to speed up the construction of Demon Slayer Castle.
"My lord, you are finally here!" The guard walked towards the work shed, and Ou Yin, the person in charge here, came to greet them. This middle-aged dwarf was not surprised by Snorri's appearance. In his opinion, building the fortress was much more important than other things. It was strange that the lord did not come to supervise the work or even do it himself.
"Hey, the restorer of our homeland, our respected ancestors have chosen Snorri! Mustaches, what did I say at that time? His Majesty Snorri is going to make great achievements. This is destined!"
Before Snorri could ask about the situation, an old dwarf with a white beard rushed out. Snorri looked familiar to him, but didn't think of it for a moment. A chubby middle-aged man who ran over immediately reminded him of his memory. He was the owner of the bar in the dwarf settlement of Helmgart at that time.
"Isn't this the elder stonemason of Helmgart? Welcome, the development of the mountains on the edge of the southern world is in urgent need of master builders like you." Snorri took the old dwarf's hand and shook it a few times, which made the master The master mason became even more excited.
"Hahaha! I knew it when I was killing mice with you! That Storm Hammer, hey, you don't know, now the sales of heavy crossbows in the Mountain Kingdom have dropped, and all the ambitious mustaches are practicing There are flying hammers, but none of them can match the tip of your beard!"
The Master Stonelayer imitated Snorri's blow that shattered the Screaming Knell.
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