"Fellow compatriots, let us thank our ancestors and gods for their blessings. Without their guidance and help, we would not have the wonderful life we have now!"
Snorri presided over the first sacrificial ceremony in the Southern World Edge Mountains as usual. In order to better relieve the negative emotions of the tribesmen, he did not hesitate to travel and travel, and went to the Spider Web Mountain to make up for it again.
In the early days of the construction of the territory, materials were not so abundant, and certain in-demand commodities, such as drinks, were limited to each clan member, so they could not be freely consumed, which inevitably led to some complaints.
Snorri certainly knows that the best way to solve this problem is to build a brewery or even form a brewers' guild, but it is definitely not wise to use these precious resources for brewing when the food is not self-sufficient.
"Telegram from Eternal Peak, my king!"
On the first working day of the new year, the telegraph operator knocked on the door of Snorri's office.
"Hate Conference?" The Lord of the Southland muttered as he watched. This year is the 6950th year of the dwarven calendar, and it is the right time for the Hatred Conference to be held once every fifty years. "Why did you notify me so early? Shouldn't it be done at the end of the year?"
"Oh, that's because there was no telegraph equipment originally!" Snorri patted his head. In the past, the only way to communicate between the various mountain fortresses was through messengers, and the hate conference also required a lot of extra work in addition to summarizing hate articles. These will take time to prepare.
"Reply the telegram to me and I'll be there in person!"
Snorri stroked his beard. He should go in person for reasons and reasons. Firstly, this was his first meeting after becoming king. Secondly, Karaz-a-Karak was his hometown. It’s been a long time since I went back.
"I should leave early. Not only might I be late if I get stuck on time, I might also be robbed and killed by hostile forces!"
After sending Nori away, Snorri muttered to himself that the high-level dwarves who attended the meeting had a history of being robbed and killed. The main culprit was an elf at one time, but now the Skaven have taken over the banner.
Having made up his mind, Snorri resumed his daily work. He needed to establish a system as soon as possible to ensure that the territory could operate as usual when he went to the meeting. If the dwarf lords directly arranged their blood relatives, it would be over, but Snorri did not have the conditions to do that.
The clan he came from suffered heavy losses in the Great Holy War, otherwise it would not have been the turn of Thorgreen, a side clan, to take over. The only eldest brother is the lord of Shanhu Castle, and the remaining relatives are not close enough to be entrusted with the important task of the city lord.
"Let's establish a Presbyterian system. Now it seems that this kind of political soil is more suitable. But the problem of human beings needs to be discussed. How many seats should be given to them?"
Snorri began to knock on the table again. He felt that the total number of elders per fortress was seven, which was appropriate. No more, no less, and an odd number, which was more convenient during voting.
"Now let's give a quota and send a representative to build a communication bridge. Now humans have to focus on reclaiming the land. It won't be too late to make adjustments after they solve their own problems."
The wishes of the lords were quickly carried out, and the order to elect a council of elders was conveyed in three cities and a large construction site. This news caused a large number of immigrants to move in, and the Southland, which was already undercurrent, was boiling.
The response from the compatriots was very strong. Didn't they come here all the way just to have more opportunities? There were overt and covert canvassing activities in the Plateau Castle where Snorri was stationed, not to mention the other fortresses. .
The newly built West Factory became active, and the dwarves were still unclear about the role of the secret police. Many people don't know that when they form cliques and connect with each other in the tavern, there are pairs of sharp eyes watching secretly.
"The means of struggle are quite primitive!"
Looking at the several reports compiled by Undermg, Snorri showed a somewhat relaxed expression. What satisfied him was that the tribesmen participating in the competition did not use any despicable means such as frame-up or assassination. Basically, the competition was still limited to the traditional public order and good customs of the dwarves.
"Based on the list I approved!" Snorri threw out a notice with twenty-eight names written on it.
"This, and me? I can't afford the position of elder!"
Andermg was slightly startled. He found his name among the seven people in Plateau Castle, but his title was not "Governor of West Factory", but the official head of the special ranger unit.
"Beard and skill are of course important references, but the era of using them as the guideline has passed!" Snorri looked at the young man opposite, and he inserted a few relatively young but capable guys into the list, Hull Eric of the Hein clan is also among them.
The time traveler knows what he wants. He has to concentrate the power in his own hands so that he can accomplish the big things that follow.
What the Southland will build is a "municipal assembly" that implements its own policies, rather than the policy-formulating institutions composed of big clans and guilds like the old world.
"There are people from Cathay asking to see you!"
Halfway through the year, Snorri was observing the results of the council's trusteeship and packing the things he was going to take back to the Eternal Peak. At this moment, the messenger knocked on his office again.
"Please, I can go back with the caravan!" Whatever he wanted, Snorri was thinking about the gifts he wanted to bring back, when the Cathay people came to the door.
"Greetings to you, King Snorri!" Linghu Zhengde walked in with a cheerful face. It seemed that his future and money prospects were very bright.
"Long time no see, what's the big deal..." The dwarf king was attracted by the man behind the translator before he finished his greeting.
It was a gorgeously dressed Cathay woman who looked weak, but that was not the key. Snorri felt the power of darkness from her.
"boom!"
He stretched out his hand and the warhammer flew into his hand. Snorri weighed it, and the tacit understanding of his arms and fingers brought him a strong sense of security.
"snort!"
Gotrek was on duty today. Although he didn't smell the enemy's scent immediately, he reacted immediately when he saw the lord's movements.
"Vampire, what are you doing here? My mountains do not welcome you blasphemous creations!" Snorri pointed his hammer at the Cathay woman.
"Dwarf king with both wealth and wisdom, listen to what Wan'er has to say! I am the heroine of Bihai, Shangyi, and I am here on the order of Zongji!" The woman bowed her hands and sent them to this place. Nori showed no hostility in front of him.
"Are there vampires in Cathay? Can the dragon gods tolerate you?"
"Vampire? It seems that this is our name in the West. In Cathay, we are called the Jade Blood Clan, serving His Majesty and his heirs." The vampire who calls himself Wan'er has learned the common language and communication in his long life. There is no obstacle to getting up.
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