Realm of Power

In the afternoon, the weather was gloomy and the ship had not yet arrived. In the sky at the port, rain pattered on the stone pier ground. The rain turned into crystal clear white water and scattered everywhere. Fatty had already changed from the original position to the covered one. In this place, the light rain above the head had a tendency to turn to heavy rain. The fat man stood up and walked back and forth under the ceiling of the platform. The sea surface was filled with rain, and the distance of sight was seriously blocked.

"Will it turn into a storm?" The fat man looked at the sea and said to himself worriedly.

"No, this is already offshore, even if it encounters wind and rain, it shouldn't have much impact!" the guard captain next to him replied cautiously.

"Really, why are you making trouble at this time!" The fat man complained a little. Since mid-October, intermittent rain has invaded the northwest of the Oparo continent. The fat man originally wanted to take advantage of this rare free period of the truce, Returning to China to see his son, every time when he woke up in the middle of the night, the presence of men and women outside the tent could not extinguish the yearning for his new father in the fat man's heart.

Unfortunately, Yagheleng's sudden move completely disrupted Fatty's plan.

For this resolute Princess Rode, the fat man is still somewhat pleasing to the eye. In terms of appearance, Princess Yaghelen is not the most beautiful among the several princesses. The style of the beauty Rode has always been a touch of coldness and arrogance. , they are like proud snow flowers that have experienced the wind and snow, charming but not losing their character. Although they are already the princesses of the empire, they rarely compete for favor, but in terms of character, they are definitely the most responsible ones.

The fat man still remembers that the flower of the Ruode royal family who had just passed her coming-of-age ceremony was on the verge of annihilation of the country, and was the top star in the entertainment industry as a lonely descendant of the royal family. Independence supports the overall situation of Rode Kyoto. There are enemies outside and worries inside, but they still stick to their principles and try their best. She did not hesitate to go to the enemy's camp alone, hoping to protect the entire Rode people in Kyoto. Such a woman is worthy of admiration in her own right.

This is also what makes Fatty confused. Logically speaking, he has always had his own principles. Why did the flower of virtue, who was not used to pampering, act so impulsively this time?

"Sir, look at the sea!" Just when the fat man was about to sit down impatiently, the captain of the Guards suddenly raised his finger towards the sea with excitement and shouted loudly. The fat man stood up as if pressed by a spring. . I saw waves of dark blue waves on the rainy sea, and between these waves, a large merchant ship was slowly heading towards the port. Although it looked like a black dot in the distance, But it gives people a feeling of excitement

"Dang! Dang! Crotch!" The exciting bells came from the port's lighthouse bell tower, which indicated that a new merchant ship was about to enter the port.

"Hurry up. Get ready now!" Several port soldiers surrounded a port official wearing a black uniform and walked out of the port building. The port official was about thirty years old, with curly hair and a thick A stack of books, similar to account books. Although there were very few people at the port, most of them were workers waiting to board ships and unload cargo. The soldiers still hurried to the front very dutifully.

The barricades were quickly pulled up, blocking the connection between the disembarkation point and the pier. The official walked alone to the dock in front of him. For this seemingly abnormal situation, the people around him seemed very natural and commonplace.

Every immigrant who arrives in a new area. All must be registered at the port and receive a new immigrant's identity certificate for official statistics. Raindrops hit the port official.

The port official's raincoat was a very rough one, and it could only cover the thick register in his hand. The rain dripped down his black official uniform, but his upright posture did not change at all, like a unique streak in the rain curtain. The scenery reveals the iron-blooded and fortitude unique to soldiers.

The fat man looked a little stunned. He didn't remember that there were retired soldiers settled on the coast of Normandy.

"Tell the Admiralty to send me a copy of the port registrar's file!" The fat man turned his eyes to the merchant ships that had entered the port. He took his rain cloak from the guard captain and tied it on his chest.

This soldier's nature was more related to the port officials who reminded him that there was another neglected group of people in the Normandy region. Soldiers who retired from the imperial army were all resettled in the empire. It was impossible for them to be resettled far away from home in such an unethical manner. The Normandy region, and for this remote overseas land, there is no imperial task of resettling retired soldiers.

The only possibility is that the other party is not an imperial soldier, at least not anymore. For example, the more than 20,000 Salander prisoners released in Normandy. According to the report of the Ministry of Supervision, most of these Salanders did not choose to return home. , they took root on the spot and have become part of the new immigrants. Some of them were ordered not to move at will because they were officers in the expeditionary force.

The task of monitoring these persons rests with the Admiralty,

Navy Minister Dostelenko once proposed a way to the fat man. It is not a solution to keep restricting these officers. It is better to arrange some of the most basic positions in the navy to these people with special status. This can not only facilitate management and monitoring, but also reduce the number of these people. The resentment towards the empire in my heart,

After thinking for a while, the fat man agreed to this method and stipulated in detail that these people were not allowed to hold military positions.

What the Normandy region is most lacking now is grassroots managers. The large increase in new immigrants, the tilt of domestic policies towards immigration, and the tens of thousands of slaves purchased from the Julius family. With the rapid expansion of the Normandy population, they have Talents with certain management experience are sadly scarce. Now the coastal area seems to be full of vitality, with scenes of enthusiastic construction everywhere.

In fact, it is an unplanned chaos, like weeds, growing vigorously in one's own backyard. These villages and towns, large and small, have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain. In the absence of government administrators, they have no choice but to survive. Salon, who does not adopt the ancient method of self-governance and has almost zero ability in internal affairs, can only simply authorize the local garrison to temporarily appoint some famous people as administrators to deal with this messy situation.

This is a very helpless measure. Regardless of the ability of these people, it is not clear whether they can really manage them with the will.

Over time, these people who already have local advantages will inevitably form their own interest groups. This is a potential threat to the centralized rule of the empire, but overcoming this situation is also a headache for even fat people. ,

In the empire itself, there is a military-style local official system composed of a large number of outstanding veterans, which firmly supports the backbone of the empire. The loyalty of these veterans and their ability to execute their orders are outstanding, and the empire can form an integrated system from top to bottom. Interests, the achievements of these veterans cannot be buried, but overseas, this problem is very troublesome. Without a solid and loyal foundation composed of outstanding veterans, and just relying on local self-management, big problems will one day arise.

The fat man painstakingly approached DuoZe and generously agreed to let him take full responsibility for the management of some areas. He just wanted to see if DuoZe's parliamentary system could effectively curb this chaos.

Duo Ze's ability in internal affairs is actually not very good. Under his governance, Dorok's internal affairs are also quite chaotic. But if he is regarded as a training officer who is responsible for training grassroots administrative officers, this person in the barren country The Speaker of the Dorok Mountains, who has established a complete parliamentary system within ten years, is undoubtedly the best person to solve this problem.

In September, Duozhe had established a local official training center at his official residence and started training local officials. Fatty was also waiting to see what happened. It seemed that everything was developing on track, and the tax revenue in the Normandy region also began to grow steadily. Although It's still very pitiful that there are less than 200,000 gold coins, but for a reclamation area with a population of only about 200,000, this tax ratio is already very good.

"The latest chapter of a journey through Europe in the 18th century!"

Not far away, the huge hull of the merchant ship finally came to a steady stop. The white sails came down, and a large baffle that was more than ten meters long and about three meters wide was lowered heavily from the side of the merchant ship by the tax on the ship. Between the ship side and the dock A sloping passage was built between them,

The upright port officer walked onto the merchant ship with a ledger in his hand. A dense crowd of people could already be seen on the ship's side. After more than half an hour of registration, these people got off the board one by one.

There is a vast land ahead. It is undeniable that the momentum of the Normandy wilderness can shock anyone who sees it for the first time.

These people looked at the unfamiliar land in front of them with various emotions on their faces.

There is the excitement of facing a new life, and there is also the depression of facing no one to rely on. Most people who are willing to migrate to the New World are not very rich people. They leave the merchant ship with various ideas. , set foot on this new land before us

"Come on, let's go there!"

The fat man said hello, and walked towards the stopping point with his head lowered, surrounded by several guards. Raindrops were hitting his face, and the chill was overwhelming. Under the fat man's two sharp sword-shaped eyebrows, a kind of thoughtful luster shone in his black pupils.

"Treading" the entrance of the port, a black-armored cavalryman galloped forward on horseback, the horse's hooves raised water on the ground,

"What's wrong?" The fat man stopped before he stepped forward. He didn't know why, but he had an ominous premonition. Just like his mood today, he hadn't felt this worried about gains and losses for a long time. Could it be because she was here too? ?

"Your Majesty! Mr. Julius Fordburg has been assassinated! Mr. Doze, please ask your Majesty to return immediately!" The black-armored Guards Cavalry stood more than ten meters away from the fat man. He turned over and jumped off the horse. Regardless of the rain beneath him, he knelt down on one knee. The next report is loud and clear (to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users please read it.)