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It was just a jewel that did not feel a handful of magic power.

“that’s right. one of those three. Among them, it will be either a dwarf or a dwarf. Do you know why the two of them didn’t attend this time?”

two?

Laeragon, do you mean Gotava?

Rod nodded.

“Because it was the two races that broke the seal of Tiamar. They are arguing, pushing each other to the brim.”

“indeed.”

I smiled.

Have the doubts thrown at Laeragon grown this much?

Originally, it should have erupted a long time later.

This is an opportunity for me since it happened more than ten years earlier.

The two races, the biggest pillars of the representative system, would not be able to afford to keep me in check, so there would be no force other than Vlad to check me.

‘This is very good news.’

“The reason the seal was broken is also a masterpiece. They believed that they could rule Tiamar. Foolish bastards.”

“Aren’t they an arrogant people by nature? It deserves it.”

“The dragon is not ruled by anyone. I did it when I ruled.”

Rod revealed this and vomited disgust.

“Consider handing it over to such a family.”

“It’s like entrusting fish to a cat.”

“Yes. Beyond breaking Tiamar’s seal, he will try to awaken her with a perfect soul. Then this world will end No one can stop the apocalypse.”

“…”

I put my jewelry on the table and picked up the tobacco again and put it in my mouth.

“In the process of sealing that madness, I was seriously injured and became a mortal. Just as her soul was damaged, so too was I irreparably wounded.”

I checked the load level.

【Lv. 96]

According to the setting, the Dragon Lord’s level is 100, not 96.

It is said that it was more than that when wearing the weapons in various legends.

However, while facing Tiamar, her body suffered irreparable wounds and her arms suffered irreparable damage, so she fell to level 96, which is not very high compared to Calliope.

‘Arms that are among the few that the twins possessed are unharmed.’

It was a weapon that raised the user’s level by 2.

From my point of view, knowing the level of twins, it was a pearl on a pig’s neck.

“I don’t care who will rule the world after me. After all, only me and Tiamar remain in my tribe. If I die, it’s no different from extinction. I don’t know if a family that has no blood or soul will succeed me.”

I smoked a cigarette and quietly listened to the story.

“But it’s hard to watch the achievements I made when I fell as a mortal fade away in vain.”

“Wouldn’t the representative system remain?”

“Do you really think so?”

Of course not.

I laughed lightly.

When Rod dies, the great cause is over.

An arbitration body without an arbitrator is doomed.

Rod’s voice trembled helplessly.

“My death is inevitable. Death is approaching every minute. Now I have to make a decision. Do I pass on what I have and die, or do I leave it as it is.”

“And you chose me.”

“okay. You, human Edar. You are my heir.”

“Why me?”

“At least you won’t be fooling around.”

I shook my head.

Rod’s guess was correct.

Because Tiamar always wakes up in countless rounds.

Not breaking the seal myself, but with someone’s help.

The people who believed they could rule Tiamar, but were ruled in reverse, unsealed her and brought about the destruction of the world.

‘This soul was the last key to unlocking the seal.’

“If you use it, there must be a reason for that.”

“Don’t you think you trust me too much?”

“well. I trust your soul, not you.”

is the soul

I remembered the rounds I had been through.

Had Rod ever said this to me?

No, no, Lord always died in silence.

But why did he come and do this to me?

Is the quality of my soul different from when I was a player?

‘Is it because the class of the soul is different or the duty I have is different.’

Rod took a deep breath and continued.

“How you use it is now up to you. Either break it and let her soul return to her, or keep the seal forever.”

“It’s as if you have a trumpet of the end.”

“You can see that.”

There was silence for a moment to catch my breath and think.

Only the sound of the wood burning in the fireplace could be heard.

Eventually, Rod raised his head and looked at me.

Bright yellow eyes glared at me.

“Human Edar. I will appoint you as my heir and give you the soul of Tiamar. Guarding the soul is my duty to you, but I may break it if need be.”

The jewel containing Tiamar’s soul shone lightly for an instant.

As if tempted to break and free yourself.

But the temptation didn’t make any impression on me.

“When this world is no longer worthwhile, break the jewel and bring about the end.”

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It’s been several months since I’ve been talking to Rod.

The jewel containing Tiamar’s soul was made into a pendant.

I couldn’t entrust it to anyone else, so I was wearing it.

I analyzed the structure while making it into a pendant, but I couldn’t figure out anything.

It was nothing more than a jewel that his family could see and feel.

A skillfully crafted jewel that anyone can see.

Does it really contain Tiamar’s soul?

‘There is no reason for a load to lie.’

I’ll be sure to break it down.

You don’t have to.

I lowered my hand holding the pendant.

“oh. The texture is nice.”

The attendants gathered at the Yeongju Hall fiddled with the papers.

They were more interested in the paper on which the contents were recorded rather than the contents of the document.

It must have been because they had been discussing it verbally not too long ago.

There is parchment and papyrus, but they are in very short supply.

Not being able to meet the demand was not the only inconvenience.

This was especially true of Gerhard, who established the Government General and entered the administration.

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“Is it made by Pasimea?”

“To be exact, it was made by the apprentices taught by Pasimea.”

“Ohh···.”

The family saw Pasimea.

The tea that I had just put my mouth to the cup and tilted.

At the sudden gathering of gazes, she coughed and coughed.

However, he soon calmed down and smirked with one corner of his mouth raised.

“Well, this is a simple thing for me.”

“…”

No one uttered a word of praise and turned their heads.

“How much is the production?”

“If you taught apprentices, does that mean you don’t make them yourself?”

“Then it would be better. It means that there are professionals in charge of production.”

Pasimea frowned as she looked at each of her followers.

I didn’t like the atmosphere that didn’t give me the expected reaction, so I hit the bang bang table and focused my attention.

“Of course! How hard I went to build that factory!”

I nodded with a smile at Pasimea’s grumbling.

It was a bit arrogant, but it was understandable.

‘It’s not a matter of knowing and teaching how to make it.’

How comfortable would it have been if I had done this and that?

The reality was not so easy to solve.

Because the location was the Great Plains, the material was a problem.

‘Paper is not a very special material. I had to make a lot of it, so I needed so many insignificant ingredients.’

At first, he tried to make paper from tree bark.

It was thought that it would be easy to make it using paper mulberry bark as a raw material.

However, even the mulberry tree, let alone the mulberry tree, was a rare environment.

I hit a wall right from the start.

It is not possible to plant trees now.

– If paper mulberry doesn’t work… you can make it with hemp fiber!

Yams were a common plant in the Great Plains and northern Wallochia.

And the use was not limited to the two regions, but was used nationwide.

Threads made by spinning hemp stem fibers, and clothes made by weaving linen with the threads were hemp, linen, and ramie.

– There’s no one who doesn’t wear clothes, right?

Pasimea said so and pioneered a route to secure raw materials.

It was not a simple task of cultivating hemp and extracting fibers from it.

I chose to collect discarded clothes, that is, rags, and use them as raw materials.

– This one takes less work. Economical.

‘I wondered how many rags would be produced in Olymus, where the population is only a few thousand, and how much paper would be made from rags.’

Pasimea didn’t just aim for rags from Olymus.

They tried to collect rags all over the Great Plains and Northern Wallochia.

It seemed like a crazy plan, but there was a very easy way.

– Edar, you know the family transport team. can i use it

The family transportation unit was an organization organized for reward and supply.

Along with the target, Pinto, the aristocratic class disappeared.

The merchant troupe they had also disappeared, and logistics were temporarily cut off.

In order to fill the void, I ordered a carriage to come and go across the Great Plains and northern Wallochia.

They mainly purchased farming tools and livestock from Turan and sold them cheaply in the provinces.

Pasimea ordered them to buy rags from the towns and cities they visited and bring them back to Olymus on the day they returned.

– Transporters come and go anyway, don’t they? And Young Ji-min earns pocket money, and good things are good.

After the raw materials were covered, it was a breeze.

He designed a paper mill and selected apprentices.

After annihilating the Iron Fog tribe, there were countless refugees.

Among those who desperately wanted to learn, the most suitable people were chosen by Pasimea, and after she trained herself, this result came out.

“You worked hard, Pasimea.”

“joy. It’s natural.”

Pasimea turned her head slightly and scratched the bridge of her nose.

“You’re not going to be satisfied with just this much, are you?”

“of course.”

I smiled at her shy attitude.

“Let’s talk about paper like this. There is so much more to be said from now on… Everyone check the first chapter. The whole situation is written there.”

“Hmmm, it’s probably my turn to be the first.”

Griff stood up and cleared his throat.

“Because the beginning is the beginning. Let me start with the surprising news. The population of Olymus has grown significantly. A lot.”

“how much?”

Griff smirked at Pasimea’s question.

“Thirty times. Based on the day Edar-nim took office.”

A step towards dismantling feudalism

Oh, Griff shrugged in front of his sighing followers.

“Are you surprised?”

“It’s 30 times… It’s increased quite a lot.”

Gerhard clapped.

“what. It is only a standard for appointment, so it is about 4 times the standard immediately after recovering Baguku’s garrison.”

“Even so, it’s worth it.”

At Gerhard’s words, I nodded.

“Thanks to the annihilation of the Iron Mist tribe. There were hundreds of freed slaves at Baguku’s garrison, but how many were there at Ugdash’s headquarters?”

“surely. That merchant bastard sold a lot of his own people.”

“Yes, the number of freed slaves is greater than the entire population of the Plains Territory.”

I tapped the population of the Great Plains Territory with my index finger.

[Oroko Great Plains, Population Changes by Region]

Olymus: 1,025 -＞ 4,759

Lagoa: 106 -＞ 627

Anbas: 91 -＞ 436

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‘The total population of Oroko Great Plains is 17,557 people.’

This number is, of course, limited to my territory in the Great Plains.

‘It really has improved a lot.’

I put down the papers.

In Olymouth alone, nearly 4,000 were added in a few months.

In other villages, there were as few as 50 people and as many as 500 people.

At the time of his inauguration, the total population was about 5,000, so it has more than tripled.

‘The vast majority of them are freed slaves.’

How can it increase this much due to childbirth in just a few months?

Most of the slaves were freed by wiping out the Steel Fog tribe.

The number of slaves the tribe had in the days reached thousands.

Most of them settled in Olymus, and some dispersed and settled in the surrounding villages.

‘The rest are migrants. The occupancy of northern Wallachia and the construction of the walls began with workers, and the number of immigrants increased rapidly.’

Olymus alone receives dozens of migrants every day.

And the number was gradually increasing.

It was a number that could not have been handled in a normal territory.

It was an outrageous migration offensive,

How did you manage to accept it?

‘Because I have enough money. It is thanks to the preparation of materials through Turan.’

In fact, there was a moment when the funds were at the bottom.

However, the situation was stable enough to continue the rationing system until the next harvest while mining the gold mines in Lagoa.

‘I can’t be satisfied here. I’m going to move half the population of Northern Wallochia here, I have to get more migrations to shout.’

“Griff.”

Grif looked up at my gaze while reading the papers.

“Are the freed slaves adjusting well?”

“Well… I’m adjusting well. There are minor issues.”

“Minor issues?”

“Because there are so many. You have no choice but to clash with the existing settlers. Besides, most of them have mental problems.”

I guess so.

Wouldn’t it be better if he became a slave from a pioneer like the blacksmith Dylan?

Many of them were slaves and serfs from the time they were born in Wallochia.

They must be very different from pioneers or free people in terms of their way of thinking.

The atmosphere must have been strange since such people moved in rush.

“Is there a conflict?”

“It’s not that kind of problem. You know that… How do humans view Edar? It’s just that it’s noisy from singing chants all day long.”

I laughed and shook my head.

“It’s a religion…”

Many, if not all, of the freed slaves were religious.

The religion was not an existing one like the wolf religion, but a new one.

It’s ridiculous that neither the name nor the doctrine has been properly determined yet.

I really want to say that there is no basis, but I couldn’t.

‘I am the object they believe in.’

Laughter continued to rise, but I held it in.

It was inevitable, and it was something I tolerated.

Freed slaves were mostly people with missing limbs.

There were many people who were serious enough to be fortunate enough to be incomplete.

Taking care of them requires a lot of labor, so I felt sympathy for myself, but I couldn’t do anything easily.

‘At this time, it was Kistler and Rachel who decided to take care of them on their own.’

Instead, they took it to use the warehouse as a treatment center.

I knew that the horse was a healing place and that it was actually intended to be used as a chapel.

However, like Dylan’s wife, there was no better way to heal those who would be mentally wounded, to reform those who could not abandon their thoughts of slavery, and to prevent them from falling into heterogeneous beliefs.

‘If left alone, the beliefs of different races will invade. In that case, it is better to have them believe in me.’

‘Better than serving a dog,’ said Calliope.

I condoned Kistler and Rachel because I agreed.

And as a result, freed slaves fell into emerging religions.

“There are some people who feel intimidated because they are a little older.”

“hmm.”

I tapped the table with an unlit tobacco.

The initial population of Olymus was around 100 people.

Now the population is over 4,000, and the vast majority were freed slaves.

A situation that can be reluctant from the point of view of the pioneers who used to live.

However, I understood the truth from Griff’s words.

“Who feels intimidated?”

It wasn’t just me who noticed.

Rachel, who occupied one of the seats, frowned and asked.

“Isn’t it you who feels intimidated? Griff?”

“Me?”

“I know you disapprove of my activities. But the words must be straight. Among Young Jimin, who doesn’t like us? How helpful my children are.”

Rachel raised her voice.

“I assure you, I am much, much, much more helpful than you.”

Griff shrugged and swallowed.

‘That’s not wrong. It’s a big help for a freed slave to help his family.’

Helping the household is something that even free people do, but it is incomparable in terms of the size of the labor force to freed slaves who deal with matters based on faith and numbers.

‘But there’s no way Grif doesn’t know that. It must be because of religion that he dared to keep Rachel in check.’

Grif hated having his people or humans serve him.

The service here refers to seeing it as an object of faith.

I hated seeing myself as an object of blind faith.

‘All members of my family regard me as the creator and master, but each has a different attitude towards me. Griff tends to regard my relationship as a relative.’

Griff and Pasimea consider me a relative,

Rachel is an object of faith,

As an object of loyalty to Gerhard,

‘Caliope is…’

Calliope, who was standing behind me, gently put her hand on my shoulder.

He was trying to read my thoughts and cut off my thoughts.

I patted her on the back of my hand and smiled lightly.