The Lord Who Wants to Be Emperor

"What our primary goal is to enable farmers to resume production as soon as possible, and strive to catch up with this year's autumn harvest."

Wilshin stood up and shouted loudly.

Aslan rubbed his temples. Now he is outside the main city of Cliff, the manor of a certain grand duke, which has become Aslan's headquarters in Cleveland.

Because the Gwen could go back and forth quickly, the administrative officials of Wilshin and Essien were brought over.

To eat so many sites at once, civil servants alone are not enough to support such a huge site.

For this, I had to recruit scholars from the local area to help.

Now the first task is to restore food production in the northern provinces. Only when the people who have obtained the land will have a bumper harvest, will the people let go of their guard and truly love Aslan.

After all, in the past few years, the aristocratic council has tossed the people.

"Well, this matter will be solely responsible for this matter, and Duke Durandal will cooperate fully." Aslan said weakly.

Duke Durandal opened his mouth subconsciously, he wanted to refuse, but he couldn't find a reason to refuse.

During this period of time, he also visited many ordinary villages, only to understand how much harm their rule has brought to ordinary people over the years.

As the saying goes, there is no contrast, no harm.

In the past, all villages in aristocratic territories were like this. They naturally did not feel that they existed there, but after comparing the province of Melox, did they understand how hard the lives of the people in the Commonwealth Kingdom of Cleveland were.

"Marquis of Aslan, I am eighty-three years old, and you are not afraid that I am exhausted." Duke Durandal joked.

Aslan said with a bitter face, "You have to work harder when you are old. I'm afraid I will die young."

For a time, the entire conference room fell into laughter.

Altria and Nomiri took a second look at Aslan. In the past week, Aslan has never had an intimate relationship with anyone again. He is either working or working.

The degree of erosion in the northern provinces far exceeded the expectations of officials in Mellocks. To completely reverse this situation, Aslan must personally sit in the Cleveland province and be in the middle of the dispatch. "What our primary goal is to enable farmers to resume production as soon as possible, and strive to catch up with this year's autumn harvest."

Wilshin stood up and shouted loudly.

Aslan rubbed his temples. Now he is outside the main city of Cliff, the manor of a certain grand duke, which has become Aslan's headquarters in Cleveland.

Because the Gwen could go back and forth quickly, the administrative officials of Wilshin and Essien were brought over.

To eat so many sites at once, civil servants alone are not enough to support such a huge site.

For this, I had to recruit scholars from the local area to help.

Now the first task is to restore food production in the northern provinces. Only when the people who have obtained the land will have a bumper harvest, will the people let go of their guard and truly love Aslan.

After all, in the past few years, the aristocratic council has tossed the people.

"Well, this matter will be solely responsible for this matter, and Duke Durandal will cooperate fully." Aslan said weakly.

Duke Durandal opened his mouth subconsciously, he wanted to refuse, but he couldn't find a reason to refuse.

During this period of time, he also visited many ordinary villages, only to understand how much harm their rule has brought to ordinary people over the years.

As the saying goes, there is no contrast, no harm.

In the past, all villages in aristocratic territories were like this. They naturally did not feel that they existed there, but after comparing the province of Melox, did they understand how hard the lives of the people in the Commonwealth Kingdom of Cleveland were.

"Marquis of Aslan, I am eighty-three years old, and you are not afraid that I am exhausted." Duke Durandal joked.

Aslan said with a bitter face, "You have to work harder when you are old. I'm afraid I will die young."

For a time, the entire conference room fell into laughter.

Altria and Nomiri took a second look at Aslan. In the past week, Aslan has never had an intimate relationship with anyone again. He is either working or working.

The degree of erosion in the northern provinces far exceeded the expectations of officials in Mellocks. To completely reverse this situation, Aslan must personally sit in the Cleveland province and be in the middle of the dispatch. "What our primary goal is to enable farmers to resume production as soon as possible, and strive to catch up with this year's autumn harvest."

Wilshin stood up and shouted loudly.

Aslan rubbed his temples. Now he is outside the main city of Cliff, the manor of a certain grand duke, which has become Aslan's headquarters in Cleveland.

Because the Gwen could go back and forth quickly, the administrative officials of Wilshin and Essien were brought over.

To eat so many sites at once, civil servants alone are not enough to support such a huge site.

For this, I had to recruit scholars from the local area to help.

Now the first task is to restore food production in the northern provinces. Only when the people who have obtained the land will have a bumper harvest, will the people let go of their guard and truly love Aslan.

After all, in the past few years, the aristocratic council has tossed the people.

"Well, this matter will be solely responsible for this matter, and Duke Durandal will cooperate fully." Aslan said weakly.

Duke Durandal opened his mouth subconsciously, he wanted to refuse, but he couldn't find a reason to refuse.

During this period of time, he also visited many ordinary villages, only to understand how much harm their rule has brought to ordinary people over the years.

As the saying goes, there is no contrast, no harm.

In the past, all villages in aristocratic territories were like this. They naturally did not feel that they existed there, but after comparing the province of Melox, did they understand how hard the lives of the people in the Commonwealth Kingdom of Cleveland were.

"Marquis of Aslan, I am eighty-three years old, and you are not afraid that I am exhausted." Duke Durandal joked.

Aslan said with a bitter face, "You have to work harder when you are old. I'm afraid I will die young."

For a time, the entire conference room fell into laughter.

Altria and Nomiri took a second look at Aslan. In the past week, Aslan has never had an intimate relationship with anyone again. He is either working or working.

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