Roland pushed open the door to his office, where Barov had been waiting for a long time.

He tossed the paperwork to the assistant minister and lay straight down in his chair, his legs resting on his desk.

If it weren't for the presence of outsiders, he would have wanted to hum a little song.

"Your Highness, please mourn," Barov quickly finished reading the paperwork, frowned, and said, "The unfortunate death of the king, and the murderer is actually the eldest prince, this is really a tragedy, I don't know what your Highness will do next." ”

"Golon's death is too strange, and I want to see what the third and fifth sisters decide before making plans," Roland said, "but in any case, there are some things we should take precautions against." ”

Barov looked at the prince and waited for the other party's next words.

"The royal capital may become turbulent because of this change of power, and the first thing to do is to take your relatives and family members away. "Of course, what is more important is that in order to prevent the second prince from threatening his subordinates with these people, for the time being, if you want to maintain the normal operation of the administration and finances of the border town, the assistant minister is indispensable. Roland took a sip of tea and continued, "You and Carter, as well as your men, have written a letter home, and I will ask my guards to carry them to the royal capital and arrange for them to take refuge in other towns. ”

"Not for a border town?" Barov was not a fool, and more than twenty years of political experience made him immediately understand the prince's deep meaning.

"No, I don't. Roland didn't want his subordinates to threaten his subordinates with his family, nor did he want his subordinates to think that he was threatening them with their family, so he chose a compromise approach, first relocating to other safer towns, and then relocating to the border towns when they gained a firm foothold.

"I see, thank you for your concern," the assistant minister nodded in agreement, which made Roland breathe a sigh of relief. In the final analysis, there are too few talents under your own command.

"And then there's the ore trade, the recent suspension of iron ore exports, and the sale of rough gemstones only to Willow Leaf Town," he instructed, "I need to keep these iron ores for my own use." ”

"This will reduce revenues, Your Highness. ”

"But it won't go down too much, and miners have discovered a new gem deposit that could make up some of the shortfall," Roland said. Moreover, there was no business in the winter, and no one was willing to travel outside the country on days when the evil beasts could be infested at any time, and there were probably only two or three rounds of trading in the long four months. For lightweight dhows, it is clear that transporting rough gemstones is a more cost-effective option.

"I see," Barov wrote down.

After the assistant minister left, Roland called Carter Lannis again, "I need to expand the size of the militia, after the recruitment is issued, you can arrange it, and select a few members who are quick to respond and have strong ability to be put into the new team as captains." The training is the same as the last time it was conducted. ”

"Your Highness, if you still follow the training method last time, I am afraid that it will take a long time for the new team to come in handy. ”

"That's better than a rabble," Roland waved him to do as he was told. Although the team trained in this way is far from being called an army, and I am afraid that it is the level of college students who have completed military training, sometimes the combat effectiveness must be compared with that of the opponent. In addition to the evil beasts that don't have long brains, the opponent he is most likely to encounter is a group of "mixed army" made up of private armies, mercenaries, and serfs, and as long as they are equipped with cross-era weapons, the level of college students can almost cope with it.

After Carter left, Roland couldn't help but laugh.

He didn't expect such a coincidence to happen! It was like sending charcoal in the snow and handing over pillows when he was sleepy.

This was bad news for himself, a dilemma, a big mistake! He didn't know much about Garcia Wimbledon, but she wasn't the kind of person to be slaughtered. The eldest prince was sentenced to death in such a short period of time, and even if she didn't have an insider, she probably wouldn't have returned to the royal capital easily.

He just had to do it. As long as you stay on the border, someone will inevitably jump out - and the Duke of the fortress is likely to be the first to sit still. Otherwise, he wouldn't have rushed to deliver the recall documents to himself in this hellish weather.

The Duke wished he had seen it a day earlier, and he would have trouble sleeping a day earlier.

If you choose to stay in the border town, you will be disobeying the will of the new king. When the Demon Moon passes, there is a good chance that the Duke will teach himself a profound lesson under the banner of Tifeco Wimbledon. And that's exactly what Roland needs.

If you ask what industrialization lacks most, the answer is undoubtedly people.

It requires a large number of people to devote themselves to this massive production, turning people into parts and driving this huge machine. It is no exaggeration to say that it was precisely because of the "sheep eating man" enclosure movement in Britain that drove a large number of peasants off the land and made them free laborers, which laid a deep foundation for the later industrial revolution.

The industrial age was so brutal that the constant investment of educated workers into this furnace paid off handsomely. The finer the industrial classification, the more population is needed.

What Roland has always been troubled with is the problem of population.

There are more than 2,000 residents in the border town, and even with the machinery of the new era, it is only a workshop-style production. Without a large available population, many projects cannot be carried out. But where did he come from to kidnap so many people?

Buying slaves? Not to mention where you can buy thousands of slaves at once, adult slaves cost a lot of money, and there is not much point in cultivating them. The period of training of young slaves under the age of 10 is too long, and even if child labor is hired without conscience, it will take several years to come.

How many people can be attracted to such a frontier land? and the cost will only be greater than buying slaves.

Encourage multiple births, forced marriage, forget it......

It's not that he didn't set his sights on the Changge Fortress, but the kingdom was in a stable state, and he was simply joking about the future when he attacked the surrounding lords. And Duke Ryan also didn't dare to target himself openly, so he could only stumble secretly.

But now it was different, and after Tifeko ascended the throne, he desperately wanted all his rivals to disappear, and his eagerness can be seen from this recall order. Duke Ryan can obviously see this too, once he loses the restraint of the old king, as the ruler of the West, it is strange that he does not do something.

This was the opportunity that Roland had been waiting for for a long time.

As the border of the kingdom, Changge Fortress has been operating for a hundred years, with nearly 10,000 residents. And behind the fortress, there are even more large tracts of land and defenseless towns. As long as he defeated the Duke of the Fortress and took the city, he could get a large number of freemen and complete the primitive accumulation of wealth.

What could be easier to get a population than to annex? What could be a quicker way to accumulate wealth than plunder?

This news was like a beacon to dispel the fog, illuminating the direction of Roland's progress.

He would never let go of such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.