Build a Human Empire by Creating Clans

Griff turned over a piece of paper.

“And this year is a great harvest. The share of food imports is also expected to decrease significantly. If the current trend continues, I think we will be exporting rather than importing food from next year.”

“Ohh.”

Gerhard read the document while touching his beard.

“However, administrative bureaucrats are the limit.”

“Um… even though I hired you out from the Government-General, it’s still not enough?”

“yes. It’s not enough. Even though the administrative officials of Olymus were dispatched in a hurry. In addition to the family, we will need to elect new officials.”

“I’m a bureaucrat, not a member of my family… I thought it was okay because I rehired the bureaucrats used by the lords, but isn’t there such a person in the frontier village? How are you going to pull it out?”

“Sister agreed to help.”

Griff looked at Rachel.

His family also followed his gaze and looked at her.

The way she looked at her was not very good.

you? The unreliable emotion was revealed on his face.

Rachel grinned, not caring about that reaction.

“A lot of my kids are really good. you know? Not all slaves are the same, but they are classified according to where they are used.”

Most of the slaves were born as slaves and do simple work.

If your parents farm, you learn to farm the same way.

If born in a mine, as a mining slave;

As a gladiator, as a gladiator.

However, there were occasional nobles and freemen who became slaves.

They often had knowledge and skills that ordinary slaves did not have, and because of this, they were given jobs different from those of ordinary slaves.

‘Accounting, cooking, clerkship, handicrafts, commerce, etc… can be seen as special slaves with specialized skills.’

The slaves freed from Ugdash were only ordinary slaves because they did not need this ability, but the number of special slaves was quite large, befitting the slaves of the nobles who settled in the capital of a country called Sodomo.

These were the ‘good kids’ that Rachel pointed to.

“is it so. Among them, the ideology was verified—”

“thought?”

At Gerhard’s point, Rachel quickly changed her words.

“…I’m thinking of sending a child whose abilities have been verified.”

“Didn’t I just say it was an idea?”

Pasimea narrowed her eyes and asked.

The other members of the household also shot their eyes at Rachel.

Rachel kept smiling as if she was talking about something.

She looked like she was about to get over it, but there was no one here who couldn’t read her fluctuating thoughts.

Tsk tsk, Griff clicked his tongue.

Rachel’s lips trembled.

“stop. Just listen to the story.”

“yes! Your father will like it too.”

Rachel handed me the papers with their personal information.

As far as personal information was concerned, Rachel’s subjective evaluation of her abilities was added to simple things such as name, age, gender, and place of birth.

The problem is that the evaluation of

‘Why is piety included in the evaluation?’

When I look at Rachel, she just smiles.

It was a confident expression asking what the problem was.

“They’re kids that even Griff acknowledged.”

“Why are you passing it on to me?”

“no?”

“That’s not it,” grumbled Griff.

I put down my papers and pressed my temples.

“Let’s meet in person. We’d better meet and decide.”

“Ah, then how about holding the ceremony then?”

“presentation?”

“Isn’t it the first time that your father directly elects an administrator? It’s about decorating it with a little more feel.”

“hmm.”

A conferment ceremony just to appoint an administrative official?

“wait for a sec.”

Tapping the table with her index finger, Pasimea drew attention.

She frowned and pointed at Rachel.

“Are you really all that?”

“What do you mean?”

“Your pseudo-priests, are you trying to appoint them? Pretending to be an administrator.”

“…”

Rachel didn’t answer.

A gaze focused on her quietly.

She rolled her eyes to avoid his gaze.

The terrifying shaking of thoughts again was stabbed to the point.

Nuadil put down the papers and murmured.

“I guess I’ll have to call my sister to the holy name.”

Griff answered with a giggle.

“Iknow, right. Have you decided on a name? Shall we build it now?”

Gerhard scratched his chin.

“Emperor Church, you mean like this?”

“That’s a bit.”

A subtle silence fell over the meeting room.

gunpowder

“It’s a misunderstanding.”

Sister Rachel waved her hands with a trembling voice.

“What misunderstanding?”

Pasimea frowned.

“I can clearly see that you are trying to send a priest pretending to be an administrator and try to be a priest? Coincidentally, since the migrants in the frontier village were freed slaves, weren’t they aiming for something easy to brainwash?”

“It’s a misunderstanding! I just want to give these smart, trusting kids a sense of pride…”

“trust?”

“…”

Rachel froze as she spoke.

I couldn’t stop my eyes and rolled around.

“Where do you hear the head rolling?”

Griff hummed beside her and her face turned red.

“What, what’s wrong!”

bang! hit the table

I quickly lifted the teacup so it wouldn’t spill.

she protested with a sigh.

“Are there any brothers and sisters here who do not believe in the Father? I’m just a little further out of there, and the kids are the same! It doesn’t matter how much you trust and follow someone you can rely on in this world, right?”

“Ah, are you going to come out like that?”

Pasimea twisted the corner of her mouth up and smiled.

“is it so. They often say that I do this or that. Did I make a doctrine like the Wolf Cult? Or create an organization…”

“Then what is this?”

Nuadil, the old man on the mountain, stopped talking and pulled out a pamphlet from his bosom.

A neat and luxurious cover as if it had just been bound in leather.

There was a profile of a face painted with gold thread on a leather cover.

The target of the side face was me.

“ah···.”

Rachel opened her eyes wide and let out a startled noise.

“Isn’t that a portrait of His Majesty? What is it?”

Gerhard held up the pamphlet and skimmed through the contents.

His expression as he flipped through the pages became more and more grotesque.

Nuadil snorted.

“The scriptures. I’ve sorted out His Majesty’s words. I’ve been getting what was circulating in Sodomora.”

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I was also intrigued and handed the brochure to Gerhard.

I didn’t talk too much with Rachel.

What the hell did you hear and organize?

“Bo, don’t look!”

Rachel quickly snatched the booklet and put it in her bosom.

The gaze, which had been focused on the scriptures for a moment, returned to Rachel.

“The scriptures. Wow, your hands are so fast.”

“Aren’t you doing group training with former freed slaves these days? Do you not already have the doctrine as well as the organization?”

“You… are a bit scary.”

Each member of the family vomited admiration, not admiration.

Rachel couldn’t stop laughing and broke out in a cold sweat.

“Oh, misunderstanding. It’s a misunderstanding.”

Then he became a parrot and repeated the same words.

I let out a long sigh.

How long can I not complain like this?

They clapped their hands and drew attention.

“Rachel is behaving that way because I condoned it. I know this is an unwelcome move for all of you. Me too. However, Dokdo can sometimes be a medicine.”

“The poison smells so bad.”

Pasimea grumbled, and Nuadil, the old man of the mountain, helped.

“hmm. Isn’t there a star? Religion is inseparable from human beings. Especially in tough times like now.”

I nodded.

“I won’t argue right now about what went wrong.”

“father···.”

Rachel was in tears.

The family members ate their mouths.

I don’t want to disobey me, and I don’t like her actions.

‘Since each member of the family has a different personality, there are too many quarrels.’

His relationship with Rachel was particularly bad.

From the point of view of the majority of her family, her behavior is fanatical.

Some may consider it brainwashing, not propagation.

“First, bring the people you have chosen. However, this is not the ordination of a priest. It is a place to check your ability as a bureaucrat. Stop thinking about useless things.”

Appointment of a priest when administration has not been properly established?

It’s not a theocracy political system, isn’t the order strange?

‘Religion is regarded as a necessary evil. However, state and religion are separate. If appointing bureaucrats is considered the same as appointing priests, there is a danger that religion will oppress society.’

“And if they try to trick me or my brothers and sisters again, I won’t take it lightly like this time. Do you understand, Rachel?”

“yes···.”

Rachel pursed her lips and sat down.

“Now, let’s stop talking about migration and administration. What’s next, Griff?”

“In turn, it’s Gehard, Governor-General of Northern Wallachia, but… have you already heard the report?”

“I heard you.”

There was no particular story about the census, the reclamation of the swamps, or anything else.

‘As a result of the census, the population of the North is 700,000.’

More than expected.

In the previous episode, it was less than 500,000.

It must be because Ugdash and Pinto were dealt with earlier.

When I think about it, Pinto did a really great thing.

‘Including the Great Plains, almost 900,000 people are in my territory. I lived very hard.’

It was absurd, so I burst out laughing without even realizing it.

It was a population attracted by vast funds, conquests, and migrations.

Still, to collect this much in just half a year.

It was an amazing record.

‘But I won’t be satisfied with this.’

To achieve My purpose, I must not be content with this.

Even if the population has increased, it is insignificant compared to the enemies I will face in the future.

Wasn’t the former population of Sodomora equal to that of the northern part?

There were several cities in the human world larger than Sodomora.

Compared to the other races, there was nothing to say.

“Great Plains, North, it’s my turn next.”

The old man on the mountain rose from his seat.

“As the owner instructed, I put the underworld of Sodomora under control. Those who were not servants but closely related to mosquitoes were dealt with, and businesses that could be problematic were also dealt with.”

“Good work. How is the situation in Wallochia?”

“Looks like we’ll start a civil war soon.”

I guess so.

The central aristocracy has lost too much power.

On the other hand, the local aristocracy retains its power.

There is no choice but to establish a new power structure.

“In order to maintain control from the center, they will try to set an example for a few local nobles. But coincidentally, that information flows to the person concerned. I don’t think things are going to be easy.”

Nuadil smiled softly.

Of course, he was the culprit who leaked the information.

The nickname of the old man on the mountain was the nickname of the Assassin leader in my previous life, and to match, Nuadil was a member of his family who was good at assassination and spying.

Acquisition of the underworld, what I commanded, the voluntarily assassination of a group related to servants, and the taking and leaking of secrets, were all befitting his specialties.

“We need to remove the power of the nobility as much as possible. close to extinction. It won’t be easy, but please.”

“Don’t worry. To orchestrate events in the shadows. Isn’t that my specialty? I’ll let you know when the time is right, so wait.”

I smiled at the confirmation.

Nuadil got his hands on the underworld created by his bloodline.

Wallochia’s eyes and ears became his.

If he was looking for his life, how many people would he not be able to catch?

Even less so, in a situation where the civil war intensified without even knowing his existence.

‘Griff is the chancellor, Gerhard is the governor of the north, Nuadil is the spy, and Rachel is the priest. It’s taking its place.’

Although the priest is very anxious.

“What’s next?”

Pasimea asked, stretching her clasped arms forward.

“yes. It is the last one.”

“It was good.”

He stood up, took a deep breath, and spoke confidently.

“What I will show you is a new weapon.”

“Ohh?”

At the word weapon, Gerhard pricked up his ears.

“You already know about Edar, right?”

I nodded.

It was impossible not to know when touring the castle every day.

I mean the scene where Pashmea troubles the artisan in the workshop.

It’s also what I suggested in the first place.

“I haven’t seen the finished product yet, but is it finished?”

“The appearance. I haven’t checked to see if it works.”

“Go see.”

Pasimea shrugged and pointed to the door.

I followed her out into the clearing behind the manor house.

The vacant lot was a site prepared for the future expansion of the permanent residence.

An empty lot with only a rough fence erected to divide the boundary.

There was a cannon here where the grass grew luxuriantly.

“Is this the new weapon?”

Gehard looked at the cannon with a tilt.

Seeing cannons for the first time, he must be amazed.

A long barrel made of bronze is a weapon? It was such a look.

He put his face into the gun barrel and tried to blow the wind.

“If you do, your head will fly.”

Pasimea grinned.

“Your head is flying? What comes out of this hole?”

“I know when I see it.”

She lifted the bucket she had placed next to the cannon.

The bucket was full of gunpowder pellets.

After pouring the bucket into the cannon, she picked up a long stick.

It was a loading pole with a cloth tip the same thickness as the gun barrel.

I pressed down the gunpowder with a loading rod and rolled a round stone into it.

“Stand back.”

After loading gunpowder and shells, he took out the wick.

A wick was inserted into a small hole at the rear of the cannon and a fire was lit.

gripping weave—

The twisted wick burned quickly.

“If you don’t want to hurt your eardrum, cover your ears.”

The moment the wick is dug into the cannon,

Quaang!

The stones were fired with a roar.

An impact so strong that the gun barrel fixed on the floor was pushed back.

And the stone broke while crossing the wall about a hundred meters in front.

A haze-like film created by magical power blocked the stone and broke it.

“wow.”

Griff clapped the seals.

“Did this blow the stone with the force generated by the explosion?”

“that’s right. The black pellets in the bucket earlier are gunpowder, and when it catches fire and explodes, it blows away the stones with that power.”

“oh···.”

Grif opened his narrow eyes and his eyes shone.

“Is the torso made of bronze?”

“Uh, a bronze alloy.”

“Is the production method casting?”

“Then shall we hammer and hammer it?”

“Is there any reason why you used bronze?”

“I was thinking of using cast iron, but it seems to be a technical problem…”

“The size can be further reduced…”

“I’m going to do that anyway…”

“That gunpowder is…”

“Now, wait a minute…”

Pasimea pushed Griff back with both hands.

When was the last time you saw him burn with such a thirst for knowledge?

Gerhard, who often quarreled with him, also made a foolish expression.

“They said he was a sorcerer, so he was right.”

Gerhard asked while tapping the gun barrel with his palm.

“Is this all there is? I like it quite a bit.”

“There are a few more doors. But it will be a bit difficult to make more than that.”

“hmm? Did you already finish it? Can’t we just film it?”

Pasimea sighed deeply and shook her head.

“My hands are too short. There was no bronze casting technician in the territory, so I had to teach and make it myself. It will take quite some time before these people are accustomed to and equipped.”

And, he added.

“First of all, gunpowder is lacking.”

“When it comes to gunpowder, you must be referring to those black grains.”

“To make it, you need a cornerstone. But it’s not just that there aren’t technicians in the territory, it’s that there’s no cornerstone production area.”

There is a gold mine, so why not this one?