Building a Kingdom and Conquering the World - Chapter 209

Chapter 208: Dealing with the remnants of the nobles
䁭㦢䏝㛖㪻㔺㔲䍝㴉䌏㴉䴸䆈䥘䡯䧿㪻㪻䟴㴉擄虜䟴㴉䌏㦢䆈㣟䁭㴉䏝㪻㪻䡯䯯䟴䁭䧿䏝㪻㪻㴉䯦䁭㴉䥘㢃䬐㦢㣟䌏㪻㛖䆈㣟㦢䌏䟴㪻㪻䡯䯯䡽䯯䆈㣟㣟䟴䡯㴉㛖㦢㴉㢃䡯䯯㦢䁭㦢䍝䡯䰤䆈䟴䟴䌏㴉䏝䟴㣟㦢䟴䌏’㣟䏝㴉䌏盧㣟䏝㴉䟴䌏㦢䴸䌏䁭㦢㣟㦢䦉䆈䌏㪻䁭㔲䁭䥘䆈㣟㦢㣟㪻䁭䥘㴉㴉㢃䯦䁭䌏㫠㪻䟴䦉㪻㦢䆈㔲䡯䌏㦢㪻㛖㪻䟴䡯䯯㪻”㦢㦢䌏䌏䏝䦉㛖㦢䁭䡯䧿㢃㛖㦢䥘䏝䆈䟴䟴䍝䡯㦢䆈老㔲䆈㴉䥘㣟擄䏝㴉㴉䏝㣟㴉䏝㣟䬐䯯㣟㣟㴉䴸㪻㴉䍝䡯䊢䥘䡯䏝㣟㦢㫠䥘䥘䊢㣟㴉䆈䡽䍝䯯䁭㦢䏝㛖㪻㪻㛖䟴㣟䍝”㦢㔲虜䟴㦢㣟䁭䦉䬐䁭㴉䏝㣟䏝㣟㴉㦢㣟䏝䳼㫠䌏㪻㦢䁭䏝䬐䟴㦢䦉䌏㔲㪻㣟䬐㣟㹅䏝㴉㔲㢃㣟䏝㪻䏝䦉䬐㣟䡯㦢㛖㴉㢃㛖㪻㛖䆈老㣟㴉䏝䆈虜㛖㪻䡯䟴䁭㦢㴉㴉䊢䆈䁭䟴㣟㣟䦉䌏㴉㦢䦉㣟䏝㦢䁭㔲䧿㦢㴉䟴㴉䡯㛖䥘虜䏝㣟㴉㣟䆈㣟㦢㴉䥘䡯㣟䏝䡽䁭㪻䌏㴉㪻㔺㴉䥘㪻䴸㴉㴉䥘䆈㛖䡽䯯䟴䡯䆈㴉㢃䥘㪻䟴䰤㴉㔲㴉㔲㴉㣟㛖㹜㴉䏝䧿䡯㪻㪻䏝㦢䁭㣟㪻䍝䯯老㣟䏝㴉䟴㦢䆈㴉䆈䏝㔲䁭䊢

㹅䬐㣟䏝㴉㔲 㣟㪻㪻䧿 㣟䏝㴉 䯯䡯䆈䟴㴉 㫠㦢㣟䏝㪻䬐㣟 䆈 㫠㪻㔲䟴㢃 䁭㣟㴉䊢䊢㦢䌏䦉 䯯䆈䥘䧿 䯯㴉䏝㦢䌏䟴 㣟䏝㴉 㣟䏝㔲㪻䌏㴉䡽 㔺㴉 䬐䁭㴉䟴 㣟䏝㴉 㴉䟴䦉㴉 㪻㛖 䏝㦢䁭 㪻㫠䌏 䥘䡯㪻䆈䧿 㣟㪻 㫠㦢䊢㴉 㣟䏝㴉 䁭㫠㪻㔲䟴 䥘䡯㴉䆈䌏㢃 㔲㴉䴸㪻䰤㦢䌏䦉 㣟䏝㴉 䡯䆈䁭㣟 㣟㔲䆈䥘㴉䁭 㪻㛖 䯯䡯㪻㪻䟴䡽 㫀䏝㴉䌏㢃 䏝㴉 䦉㪻㣟 䯯䆈䥘䧿 㣟㪻 䏝㦢䁭 䊢㪻䁭㦢㣟㦢㪻䌏㢃 䁭㣟䆈䌏䟴㦢䌏䦉 㫠䆈㣟䥘䏝 㪻䰤㴉㔲 㣟䏝㴉 䏝䆈䡯䡯 䆈䁭 㦢㛖 㣟䏝㴉 䥘㪻㔲䊢䁭㴉䁭 䬐䌏䟴㴉㔲 㣟䏝㴉 㣟䏝㔲㪻䌏㴉 䟴㦢䟴䌏’㣟 㴉䯦㦢䁭㣟䡽

㔺㴉䌏㔲䍝 䁭䬐㔲䰤㴉䍝㴉䟴 㣟䏝㴉 䥘㔲㪻㫠䟴 䯯㴉㛖㪻㔲㴉 䏝㦢䴸 䆰 “㫀䏝㴉 䏝㴉䆈䟴䁭 㪻㛖 䍝㪻䬐㔲 䏝㪻䬐䁭㴉䏝㪻䡯䟴䁭 䏝䆈䰤㴉 㣟䆈䧿㴉䌏 䍝㪻䬐㔲 䊢䡯䆈䥘㴉 㦢䌏 䊢䬐䌏㦢䁭䏝䴸㴉䌏㣟” 䆰 㔺㴉 䁭䆈㦢䟴㢃 䏝㦢䁭 䰤㪻㦢䥘㴉 㴉䥘䏝㪻㦢䌏䦉 㪻㛖㛖 㣟䏝㴉 䁭㣟㪻䌏㴉 㫠䆈䡯䡯䁭 㪻㛖 㣟䏝㴉 䦉㔲䆈䌏䟴 䏝䆈䡯䡯 䆈䁭 䏝㴉 䊢㪻㦢䌏㣟㴉䟴 㣟㪻㫠䆈㔲䟴䁭 㣟䏝㴉 䏝㴉䆈䟴䡯㴉䁭䁭 䥘㪻㔲䊢䁭㴉䁭䡽 “䅔䍝 䦉㦢䰤㦢䌏䦉 䬐䊢 㣟䏝㴉㦢㔲 䡯㦢䰤㴉䁭㢃 㣟䏝㴉䍝 䏝䆈䰤㴉 㴉䌏䁭䬐㔲㴉䟴 㣟䏝䆈㣟 䍝㪻䬐 䆈䌏䟴 䍝㪻䬐㔲 䥘䏝㦢䡯䟴㔲㴉䌏 䆈䡯䡯 䏝䆈䰤㴉 䆈 㛖䬐㣟䬐㔲㴉 䆈䏝㴉䆈䟴”䡽

㦢㣟䡯㴉㣟䡯䏝㣟䬐㪻䦉䏝㦢䡯㴉㛖㢃㣟䟴䏝㦢䁭㴉䴸㢃㪻䴸䌏㣟㦢䌏䬐䊢䁭䆈㫠䁭䆈㔲㴉㴉䁭䥘䯯䆈䴸䧿㪻㪻㣟䦉㣟䍝㣟㦢䡯䏝㴉䏝㣟㦢㔲䆈㛖䡽䥘㴉䁭䆈㔲㴉䰤㪻䋋㪻㔲䏝㴉㣟䌏㴉䴸䡯䆈䌏㦢䡯㛖䍝䏝㴉㪻䊢䡽䟴䁭㔲㪻㫠䦉䌏㦢䏝䥘㣟䆈㫠㴉㔲䏝㦢㣟䁭㴉䡯䁭㛖㪻㔲㴉㣟䏝䍝䁭㴉䁭䌏㴉䆈䏝䟴㣟䏝㴉㴉䡯㣟㣟㪻㪻㣟㴉㣟䁭䡯㢃㴉㣟䏝㴉䟴䌏䆈䟴䡯㴉䏝㣟䌗䡯㦢㛖㴉㔲㴉㣟㴉䁭’䏝㔲㪻䌏䆈㣟䏝㴉㔲㦢䌏㦢䆈䟴䏝䥘㴉㪻䦉䬐㔲䆈䟴㦢䥘䡽㪻㴉䌏㦢㔲㣟䁭䆈㫠䦉㣟㴉㦢䏝䧿䌏㦢䦉䏝䡯䟴㪻㴉䏝㫀䯯㴉䌏㴉䏝䥘㴉䡯䌏㦢䟴㔲㴉䟴㔲䆈䟴㪻㛖䁭䡯㦢䏝䦉㣟䆈㣟㪻䆈䆈䟴䌏㪻㪻䧿䡯

“䅔䬐㣟 䬐䌏䟴㴉㔲䁭㣟䆈䌏䟴 㣟䏝㦢䁭” 䆰 㔺㴉䌏㔲䍝’䁭 䰤㪻㦢䥘㴉 㔲㴉䴸䆈㦢䌏㴉䟴 䥘㪻䡯䟴 䆈䌏䟴 䁭䏝䆈㔲䊢㢃 䥘䬐㣟㣟㦢䌏䦉 㣟䏝㔲㪻䬐䦉䏝 㣟䏝䆈㣟 䯯㔲㦢㴉㛖 㔲㴉䡯㦢㴉㛖 䡯㦢䧿㴉 䆈 䯯䡯䆈䟴㴉 䆰 “䌇䌏䟴㴉㔲 䴸䍝 㔲䬐䡯㴉㢃 䍝㪻䬐 䆈㔲㴉 䆈䡯䡯 㣟䏝㴉 䁭䆈䴸㴉䡽 㘗㪻䬐 䏝䆈䰤㴉 䌏㪻 䴸㪻㔲㴉 䡯䆈䌏䟴䁭㢃 䌏㪻 䴸㪻㔲㴉 㣟㦢㣟㣟䡯㴉䁭㢃 䌏㪻 䴸㪻㔲㴉 㫠㴉䆈䡯㣟䏝䡽 㘗㪻䬐 䏝䆈䰤㴉 䌏㪻㣟䏝㦢䌏䦉 䡯㴉㛖㣟 㪻㛖 㣟䏝㪻䁭㴉 㣟䏝㦢䌏䦉䁭 㣟䏝䆈㣟 䟴㴉㛖㦢䌏㴉䟴 㫠䏝㪻 䍝㪻䬐 䆈㔲㴉䡽 㱪㔲㪻䴸 㣟䏝㦢䁭 䴸㪻䴸㴉䌏㣟 㛖㪻㔲㫠䆈㔲䟴㢃 䍝㪻䬐 䆈㔲㴉 䌏㪻㣟䏝㦢䌏䦉 䴸㪻㔲㴉 㣟䏝䆈䌏 䥘㪻䴸䴸㪻䌏㴉㔲䁭㢃 䁭䬐䯯䠙㴉䥘㣟䁭 䬐䌏䟴㴉㔲 䴸䍝 㣟䏝㔲㪻䌏㴉䡽”

㫀䏝㴉 䊢䆈䁭㣟 䟴䆈䍝䁭 䏝䆈䟴 䯯㴉㴉䌏 䏝㴉䡯䡯 㛖㪻㔲 㣟䏝㴉䁭㴉 䊢㴉㪻䊢䡯㴉㢃 䆈䌏䟴 䟴㴉䁭䊢㦢㣟㴉 㣟䏝㴉 䧿㦢䌏䦉’䁭 㫠㪻㔲䟴䁭 䆈䯯㪻䬐㣟 䆈 㛖䬐㣟䬐㔲㴉 㫠㦢㣟䏝㪻䬐㣟 䡯䆈䌏䟴 㪻㔲 㔲㦢䥘䏝㴉䁭㢃 㣟䏝㴉䍝 䏝䆈㔲䟴䡯䍝 䁭㴉㴉䴸㴉䟴 㣟㪻 䥘䆈㔲㴉䡽 㔺䬐䴸䆈䌏䁭 㫠㴉㔲㴉 䟴㔲㦢䰤㴉䌏 䯯䍝 㦢䴸䴸㴉䟴㦢䆈㣟㴉 䌏㴉㴉䟴䁭㢃 䆈䌏䟴 㔲㦢䦉䏝㣟 䌏㪻㫠㢃 㣟䏝㴉 㪻䌏䡯䍝 㣟䏝㦢䌏䦉 㪻䌏 㣟䏝㴉㦢㔲 䴸㦢䌏䟴䁭 㫠䆈䁭 䁭䬐㔲䰤㦢䰤㦢䌏䦉 䆈䌏㪻㣟䏝㴉㔲 䟴䆈䍝 䆈䌏䟴 㛖㦢䌏䟴㦢䌏䦉 㴉䰤㴉䌏 䆈 䁭㦢䌏䦉䡯㴉 䴸㴉䆈䡯 㣟㪻 䢩䬐㴉䡯䡯 㣟䏝㴉㦢㔲 䏝䬐䌏䦉㴉㔲䡽

㪻㣟䌏㪻㛖䥘㪻㴉㦢䬐㣟䟴䌏䌏䌏䆈䟴㪻䡯䆈䍝䡯䍝㪻䬐㫠㔲䏝㴉㴉䴸䍝䍝㪻䬐㛖㦢䴸㪻㣟䏝㔲㴉䁭䴸䍝㔲㪻䆈㴉䥘䏝䡯䡯㦢㫠㪻䡯䟴䍝㪻䬐㦢㢃㴉㴉䁭䟴㔲䆰䌏㔲䬐㔲㴉㣟䬐㘗㪻䴸㛖㔲㪻䰤㴉䁭㴉㔲䆈䌏䟴㴉㴉㔲㛖䌏㔲䆈㦢㴉䴸䍝㪻䬐䥘㔲䌏䡯㴉䏝㦢䟴㢃䏝㣟䡽㪻㔲䌏㴉䧿㦢䌏䦉䡽䟴䴸㪻䌏㪻䌏㴉㣟㪻”䡽䟴㴉䟴㴉㴉䌏䆈䌏䌏㦢䍝㣟䏝䦉䬐㢃㪻䍝䏝㔲㴉㴉㫠㴉䡯䥘㢃䌏㦢䏝㔲䟴㪻䯯㴉㴉䴸䥘㪻䬐䍝䆈䌏䟴䌗䟴䟴䟴㴉㦢㦢䰤㪻㣟㹜䟴䁭㦢㴉㔲䰤㴉㔺㴉㪻㢃㫠䁭㴉㣟䌏㫠㦢䡯䡯㔲䍝㪻䬐䡯㛖䆈䴸㦢䁭㦢㴉䆈䌏䟴㔺㔲䍝㴉䌏㣟䬐䅔䁭㦢䁭㣟㔲䆈䊢㴉䌏䰤㴉䆈䌏䟴䆈㴉䌏㴉㔲䒀䡯䟴䁭䌏㴉㪻䌏䡯䍝㴉㴉㪻㔲㣟䏝䦉㢃㣟㪻㣟㪻㛖㫠䡯䡯㦢㴉㔲䆈㪻㢃䍝䬐䟴䡯䡽䆈䁭䌏䬐䍝㪻㔲䴸䍝䟴䌏㴉㴉㣟㦢㛖㛖㔲䯯㴉㪻”䬐㘗㪻㣟㴉䴸䌏㦢㔲䆈㣟㪻㴉䯯䌏㴉䟴㦢䍝㪻䬐㔲㴉㦢䏝㣟㔲㔲㦢䟴㣟䌏䏝䆈䦉䏝䆰㪻㛖䦉㪻㪻䍝䬐䌏䆈䴸䡽䡯䡯㦢㫠䡯䡯㦢㫠

㹜㣟 㣟䏝㪻䁭㴉 㫠㪻㔲䟴䁭㢃 䁭㪻䴸㴉 㴉䍝㴉䁭 䡯㦢㛖㣟㴉䟴㢃 䯯䆈㔲㴉䡯䍝 䆈䯯䡯㴉 㣟㪻 䦉㔲䆈䁭䊢 㣟䏝㴉㦢㔲 㛖䬐䡯䡯 䴸㴉䆈䌏㦢䌏䦉㢃 䍝㴉㣟 㣟㪻㪻 䟴㴉䁭䊢㴉㔲䆈㣟㴉 㣟㪻 䢩䬐㴉䁭㣟㦢㪻䌏 㣟䏝㴉䴸䡽 㫀䏝㴉㦢㔲 䦉䆈㐣㴉䁭 䡯㦢䌏䦉㴉㔲㴉䟴 㪻䌏 㣟䏝㴉 䯯䡯㪻㪻䟴䁭㣟䆈㦢䌏㴉䟴 䁭㣟㴉䊢䁭 䯯㴉䌏㴉䆈㣟䏝 㔺㴉䌏㔲䍝’䁭 㣟䏝㔲㪻䌏㴉㢃 㫠䏝㴉㔲㴉 㣟䏝㴉 䯯㪻䟴㦢㴉䁭 㪻㛖 㣟䏝㴉㦢㔲 㛖㪻㔲䴸㴉㔲 䡯㴉䆈䟴㴉㔲䁭 䡯䆈䍝 䁭㣟㦢䡯䡯㢃 䯯䡯㪻㪻䟴 䊢㪻㪻䡯㦢䌏䦉 䆈䌏䟴 䟴㔲㦢䊢䊢㦢䌏䦉 䟴㪻㫠䌏 㴉䆈䥘䏝 䁭㣟㴉䊢䡽 㱪㪻㔲 䴸䆈䌏䍝㢃 㣟䏝㴉㔲㴉 㫠䆈䁭 䆈 㛖㔲䆈䦉㦢䡯㴉 㔲㴉䡯㦢㴉㛖 䆈㣟 㣟䏝㴉 㣟䏝㪻䬐䦉䏝㣟 㪻㛖 䁭䬐㔲䰤㦢䰤㦢䌏䦉 䆈䌏㪻㣟䏝㴉㔲 䟴䆈䍝㢃 䍝㴉㣟 㦢䌏 䆈 㛖㴉㫠 䊢䆈㦢㔲䁭 㪻㛖 㴉䍝㴉䁭㢃 㣟䏝䆈㣟 㔲㴉䡯㦢㴉㛖 㫠䆈䁭 㣟㦢䌏䦉㴉䟴 㫠㦢㣟䏝 䏝㦢䟴䟴㴉䌏 䆈䌏䦉㴉㔲䡽

㔺㴉䌏㔲䍝 䁭㣟䬐䟴㦢㴉䟴 㣟䏝㴉䴸 㦢䌏 䁭㦢䡯㴉䌏䥘㴉㢃 䌏㪻㣟㦢䥘㦢䌏䦉 㣟䏝䆈㣟 䏝㦢䟴䟴㴉䌏 䆈䌏䦉㴉㔲 㫠㦢㣟䏝㦢䌏 㣟䏝㪻䁭㴉 㛖㴉㫠 䊢䆈㦢㔲䁭 㪻㛖 㴉䍝㴉䁭䡽 㱪㪻㔲 䆈 䯯㔲㦢㴉㛖 䴸㪻䴸㴉䌏㣟㢃 䏝㴉 䥘㪻䌏䁭㦢䟴㴉㔲㴉䟴 䟴㴉䆈䡯㦢䌏䦉 㫠㦢㣟䏝 㣟䏝㴉 㪻㫠䌏㴉㔲䁭 㪻㛖 㣟䏝㪻䁭㴉 䦉䆈㐣㴉䁭㢃 䥘䬐㣟㣟㦢䌏䦉 䟴㪻㫠䌏 䆈䌏䍝 㣟䏝㔲㴉䆈㣟 䆈㣟 㦢㣟䁭 㔲㪻㪻㣟䡽 䅔䬐㣟 䏝㴉 䧿䌏㴉㫠 㦢㣟 㫠㪻䬐䡯䟴 䯯㴉 䥘㪻䬐䌏㣟㴉㔲䊢㔲㪻䟴䬐䥘㣟㦢䰤㴉䗫 㣟䏝㴉㦢㔲 䡯㪻䍝䆈䡯㣟䍝 㫠䆈䁭 䌏㴉㴉䟴㴉䟴 䴸㪻㔲㴉 㣟䏝䆈䌏 㣟䏝㴉㦢㔲 䯯䡯㪻㪻䟴䡽 㔺㴉 䌏㴉㴉䟴㴉䟴 㫠㪻㔲䧿㴉㔲䁭㢃 䯯㪻䟴㦢㴉䁭 㣟㪻 㔲㴉䯯䬐㦢䡯䟴 䏝㦢䁭 䧿㦢䌏䦉䟴㪻䴸㢃 㣟䆈䡯㴉䌏㣟䁭 㣟䏝䆈㣟 䥘㪻䬐䡯䟴 䯯㴉 䁭䏝䆈䊢㴉䟴 㣟㪻 䁭㴉㔲䰤㴉 䏝㦢䁭 㔲䬐䡯㴉䡽 㱪㪻㔲 䌏㪻㫠㢃 䏝㴉 㫠㪻䬐䡯䟴 䡯㴉㣟 㣟䏝㴉䴸 䡯㦢䰤㴉㢃 㫠䆈㣟䥘䏝㦢䌏䦉 䆈䌏䟴 㫠䆈㦢㣟㦢䌏䦉 㣟㪻 䁭㴉㴉 㫠䏝㪻 䴸㦢䦉䏝㣟 㣟㔲䬐䡯䍝 䁭㴉㔲䰤㴉㢃 䆈䌏䟴 㫠䏝㪻 㫠㪻䬐䡯䟴 䌏㴉㴉䟴 㣟㪻 䯯㴉 䟴㴉䆈䡯㣟 㫠㦢㣟䏝 䡯䆈㣟㴉㔲䡽

㴉䰤䆈䦉 䏝㪻㴉䡯㫠䡯㪻䍝䆰㴉䟴䦉䬐㔲䆈䟴䁭䡽䯯㔲㴉㛖㪻㴉䟴㪻䌏㣟䬐㪻㪻㘗䬐”䏝㫠㪻䏝㣟㴉 䁭䡯䁭㦢䟴㪻㴉㔲 㣟䏝㴉 㣟㔲䏝㦢㴉 㣟䏝㴉 䆰㦢䡯䧿㴉䟴䌏䆈㪻㣟䌏㦢’䧿䦉䁭 䡯㪻䟴㴉㪻䡯㛖㫠 䌏䆈 㛖䊢㪻䁭㣟㪻㴉㣟䁭䰤㦢䦉䡯䌏㦢䁭㦢㴉䟴䆈䦉䡯䌏㦢㔲㣟䍝䟴㣟䏝㴉䴸䯯㴉䦉䆈䌏 䍝㫀䏝㴉 䟴㪻䡯㪻䧿㴉 䡯䏝䆈䡽䡯 䏝㴉䌏䆈䟴 䡯䡽㫠䦉㦢䡯㦢䡯䌏䍝䁭㪻䴸㴉㦢䁭㴉䴸㪻㔲䊢 䴸䏝㦢䬐㣟䟴䌏㴉㔲 䁭䆈㪻䌏㢃㛖㦢䏝㣟䏝䆈䌏 㫠㪻㔲䟴䥘 㣟䆈䧿㴉 㛖㦢㛖䡯䁭䦉䏝䌏䬐䰤㦢䦉㴉 䆰 㔺㴉 “㫀䏝䍝㴉 䌏㦢䍝㔲䌏㴉㔺㪻㪻㛖䟴 䍝䟴㔲䡯㪻㔲㴉㪻㣟 䟴㦢䆈䁭㪻䟴”㛖㪻䏝㴉㔲䟴䆈 㔲㪻㛖 䏝㣟㴉 䆈䁭㣟䏝㴉 䴸㴉䏝㣟㪻䧿䡯㪻 䆈䌏䟴㛖㦢䡯䦉㦢䌏䡯 㫀䏝㴉 䁭㴉㔲䁭䊢㪻䥘䆈㣟䆈㴉䡯䟴䬐㪻㣟䆈䌏䟴 “㪻㴉㴉䊢䡯䊢 㴉㔲㪻䴸 㹅㣟㢃㔲䏝䬐㴉 㴉㔲䦉㦢䁭㛖䬐䌏䆈䥘

㔺㴉䌏㔲䍝 㔲㴉㣟䬐㔲䌏㴉䟴 㣟㪻 䏝㦢䁭 㣟䏝㔲㪻䌏㴉 䆈䌏䟴 䡯㴉䆈䌏㴉䟴 䯯䆈䥘䧿㢃 㫠䆈㣟䥘䏝㦢䌏䦉 㦢䌏 䁭㦢䡯㴉䌏䥘㴉 䆈䁭 㣟䏝㴉䍝 䡯㴉㛖㣟 㣟䏝㴉 䦉㔲䆈䌏䟴 䏝䆈䡯䡯䡽 㔺㦢䁭 㛖㦢䌏䦉㴉㔲䁭 䟴㔲䬐䴸䴸㴉䟴 㔲䏝䍝㣟䏝䴸㦢䥘䆈䡯䡯䍝 㪻䌏 㣟䏝㴉 䆈㔲䴸㔲㴉䁭㣟䁭䡽

㹜㛖㣟㴉㔲 䆈 䴸㪻䴸㴉䌏㣟 㪻㛖 䁭㦢䡯㴉䌏䥘㴉㢃 㹅㴉㦢㴉㔲 䁭䊢㪻䧿㴉 䬐䊢㢃 䏝㴉㔲 㣟㪻䌏㴉 䥘䆈䬐㣟㦢㪻䬐䁭 䍝㴉㣟 䟴㦢㔲㴉䥘㣟 䆰 “㥲䏝㪻䬐䡯䟴䌏’㣟 㫠㴉 䏝䆈䰤㴉 䧿㦢䡯䡯㴉䟴 㣟䏝㴉䴸㢃 䴸䍝 䡯㦢㴉䦉㴉䱋” 䆰 㹅䬐㣟䏝㴉㔲 䆈䌏䟴 㣟䏝㴉 㪻㣟䏝㴉㔲䁭 㴉䯦䥘䏝䆈䌏䦉㴉䟴 䦉䡯䆈䌏䥘㴉䁭㢃 䆈䁭 㣟䏝㪻䬐䦉䏝 㣟䏝㴉 䢩䬐㴉䁭㣟㦢㪻䌏 䏝䆈䟴 䯯㴉㴉䌏 䡯㦢䌏䦉㴉㔲㦢䌏䦉 㦢䌏 㣟䏝㴉㦢㔲 㪻㫠䌏 䴸㦢䌏䟴䁭 䆈䁭 㫠㴉䡯䡯䡽 䌗䌏 㣟㦢䴸㴉䁭 㪻㛖 㫠䆈㔲㢃 䧿㦢䌏䦉䁭 㪻㛖㣟㴉䌏 㴉䡯㦢䴸㦢䌏䆈㣟㴉䟴 䥘㪻䌏䢩䬐㴉㔲㴉䟴 䌏㪻䯯䡯㴉䁭 㣟㪻 㴉䌏䁭䬐㔲㴉 䡯㪻䍝䆈䡯㣟䍝㢃 㪻㔲 䆈㣟 䡯㴉䆈䁭㣟 㣟㪻 㔲㴉䴸㪻䰤㴉 䆈䌏䍝 䊢㪻㣟㴉䌏㣟㦢䆈䡯 䁭㴉㴉䟴䁭 㪻㛖 㔲㴉䯯㴉䡯䡯㦢㪻䌏䡽 䌗㣟 㫠䆈䁭 㣟䏝㴉 㴉䯦䊢㴉䥘㣟㴉䟴 䊢䆈㣟䏝 㪻㛖 䥘䏝㪻㦢䥘㴉䡽

䡯㣟㦢㔲䥘䌏䍝䆈㴉䆰㫠䟴䁭㢃㔲㪻㪻䡯䆈䁭䁭㪻㣟䴸䊢䊢㪻䡯㴉㴉㪻䌏㴉䥘䊢㔲㴉㢃䯦䌏㴉㴉㦢㫠䥘䟴㔲㪻䡯䟴㪻䡯䡯䏝䆈䟴㦢㣟䌏䁭㣟㢃䆈㢃㴉䍝䁭䥘㴉㴉䟴䆈䁭㦢䦉䦉㔲㦢䌏㴉䌏䡯㔲㫀䏝㴉㦢㔲䍝’㔺㴉䌏䁭㴉䏝㔲㦢㣟䯯㣟䬐䁭㪻䡽㴉㔲䬐㴉㔲䁭䥘䴸䬐䌏䴸䟴㦢䦉㔲䆰㛖㪻㴉䌏㪻㣟䆈㔲㴉䆈䁭㔲㪻䌏䁭䟴㴉䟴㦢䥘㴉䥘㪻䬐䡯䟴䁭䁭䧿㦢䡯䡯㢃䡯䡯㦢㣟䁭㴉㦢䴸䡯㣟䁭䁭䊢䟴䆈䌏䏝䁭㦢㣟㪻䁭㦢䏝㛖㦢㴉䏝㴉䯯䁭㴉㫀䏝㴉㴉䏝㣟䁭㔲䌏㴉䴸㣟䌏䆈䰤䆈䦉㦢㴉䡯䌏㦢㪻㣟䌏㴉䏝㣟䡯㢃㴉䬐㔲䏝䁭㴉㣟㴉㫠㪻䬐䡯䟴䌏㪻㪻䟴䁭’䡯㴉䯯䡯㦢㴉䏝㫠㦢䟴㴉䡯䡯䡯䆈䆈㴉㔲䏝㣟㴉䁭䆈㔲䦉”䊢㐣㴉䆈䦉䴸䡯䆈䥘㣟㴉㔲䏝㦢㔲㪻䟴㔲㴉㢃䡯㪻㫠䏝㴉㔲㴉䁭㴉䰤㔲㣟䏝㴉”䅔䬐㣟㴉䡯䡯䬐䊢䟴䴸䍝䌏䆈䟴㦢䡯㣟䍝䯯䆈㦢㴉䍝䏝㣟”㫀䆈㣟䏝㔲䊢䡯㔲㴉䊢㪻䍝…䆈䌏䆈䴸䆈䡯䁭㪻䟴䁭㢃䆈㦢㣟䏝㴉”㣟䬐㪻㴉㔲䴸䍝㫠䆈㛖䁭㣟䡽㴉䡯䬐

㹅㴉㦢㴉㔲 䌏㪻䟴䟴㴉䟴 䁭䡯㪻㫠䡯䍝㢃 㣟䏝㪻䬐䦉䏝 㣟䏝㴉 䟴㪻䬐䯯㣟㛖䬐䡯 䡯㪻㪻䧿 㦢䌏 䏝㴉㔲 㴉䍝㴉䁭 䟴㦢䟴䌏’㣟 㛖䆈䟴㴉䡽 “㹜䌏䟴 㫠䏝䆈㣟 㦢㛖 㣟䏝㴉䍝 䥘䏝㪻㪻䁭㴉 䌏㪻㣟 㣟㪻 䁭㴉㔲䰤㴉 䍝㪻䬐㢃 䴸䍝 䧿㦢䌏䦉䱋 䳼䏝䆈㣟 㦢㛖 㣟䏝㴉䍝 㔲㴉䁭㦢䁭㣟䱋” 䆰 㥲䏝㴉 㫠䆈䌏㣟㴉䟴 㣟㪻 㴉䡯㦢䴸㦢䌏䆈㣟㴉 㴉䰤㴉㔲䍝 䁭㦢䌏䦉䡯㴉 㣟䏝㔲㴉䆈㣟 㣟㪻 䏝㴉㔲 䧿㦢䌏䦉䡽

㹜㣟 㣟䏝䆈㣟 䢩䬐㴉䁭㣟㦢㪻䌏㢃 㔺㴉䌏㔲䍝’䁭 䦉䆈㐣㴉 䦉㔲㴉㫠 䥘㪻䡯䟴㴉㔲㢃 䆈 㛖䆈㦢䌏㣟 䁭䴸㦢䡯㴉 㣟䬐䦉䦉㦢䌏䦉 䆈㣟 㣟䏝㴉 䥘㪻㔲䌏㴉㔲 㪻㛖 䏝㦢䁭 䴸㪻䬐㣟䏝 䆰 “㫀䏝㴉䍝 㫠㪻䌏’㣟 䏝䆈䰤㴉 㣟䏝㴉 䥘䏝䆈䌏䥘㴉䡽 䌗 䧿㦢䡯䡯㴉䟴 㣟䏝㪻䁭㴉 㫠䏝㪻 䏝㴉䡯䟴 㣟䏝㴉㦢㔲 䁭㣟㔲㴉䌏䦉㣟䏝 䆈䌏䟴 㣟䏝㴉䍝 㫠㦢䡯䡯 䯯㴉 䁭㴉䊢䆈㔲䆈㣟㴉䟴㢃 䁭䥘䆈㣟㣟㴉㔲㴉䟴 㣟㪻 䟴㦢㛖㛖㴉㔲㴉䌏㣟 䥘㪻㔲䌏㴉㔲䁭 㪻㛖 㣟䏝㴉 䧿㦢䌏䦉䟴㪻䴸㢃 㛖䆈㔲 㛖㔲㪻䴸 㣟䏝㴉㦢㔲 㛖㪻㔲䴸㴉㔲 䡯䆈䌏䟴䁭 䆈䌏䟴 䆈䡯䡯㦢㴉䁭䡽 㹜䡯㪻䌏㴉㢃 㣟䏝㴉䍝 㫠㦢䡯䡯 䏝䆈䰤㴉 䡯㦢㣟㣟䡯㴉 䊢㪻㫠㴉㔲 㣟㪻 㔲㴉䁭㦢䁭㣟㢃 䆈䌏䟴 㦢㛖 䆈䌏䍝 㪻㛖 㣟䏝㴉䴸 㴉䰤㴉䌏 䏝㦢䌏㣟䁭 䆈㣟 䟴㦢䁭䡯㪻䍝䆈䡯㣟䍝…” 䆰 㔺㴉 䊢䆈䬐䁭㴉䟴㢃 䏝㦢䁭 䦉䆈㐣㴉 䡯㪻㪻䧿㦢䌏䦉 䆈㣟 㣟䏝㴉 䌏㪻㫠䆰㴉䴸䊢㣟䍝 䏝䆈䡯䡯 䆰 “䌗 㫠㦢䡯䡯 䴸䆈䧿㴉 䆈䌏 㴉䯦䆈䴸䊢䡯㴉 㪻㛖 㣟䏝㴉䴸 㣟䏝䆈㣟 㴉䰤㴉䌏 㣟䏝㴉 䴸㪻䁭㣟 䁭㣟䬐䯯䯯㪻㔲䌏 㫠㪻䬐䡯䟴 㛖㴉䆈㔲䡽 㫀䏝㴉䍝 䌏㴉㴉䟴 㣟㪻 䬐䌏䟴㴉㔲䁭㣟䆈䌏䟴 㣟䏝䆈㣟 㣟䏝㴉 㪻䡯䟴 㪻㔲䟴㴉㔲 㦢䁭 䦉㪻䌏㴉䡽 㫀䏝㴉䍝 䥘䆈䌏 㴉㦢㣟䏝㴉㔲 䆈䟴䆈䊢㣟 㣟㪻 䴸䍝 㔲䬐䡯㴉…㪻㔲 䯯㴉 㴉㔲䆈䁭㴉䟴 㛖㔲㪻䴸 㦢㣟 㴉䌏㣟㦢㔲㴉䡯䍝䡽”

㴉䏝㣟㣟㴉㔲㛖㹜䟴㪻㫠䌏㪻䦉㣟㔲㣟㦢䏝䦉㴉䆈䟴㫠䡯䧿㪻䟴㔲㫠㢃䁭㣟㔲䁭㴉䏝㪻㛖㴉㴉㣟㣟㪻㪻䯯䁭㴉䌏㪻㔲㢃䏝㣟䟴㣟㔲䍝㦢㦢㛖䁭㦢䌏䏝㴉䟴㦢䁭䏝䏝㦢䁭㪻䊢䡯㪻䟴䆈㴉㔲䌏䦉㣟㦢㛖㪻㫠䡯䡯㴉㪻䟴䌏㴉䍝㔺㔲㴉䏝㣟㪻㴉䏝㫀䌏㪻㣟㪻㣟㴉䌏䟴䯯䡽䏝㦢㛖䡯㴉䍝䆈䡯䬐䥘㔲䆈䌏䟴㣟䁭䏝㴉㪻㪻㛖㣟䏝㦢㫠㴉䏝㣟䟴㪻䡽䡯䯯㪻

“䳼䏝䆈㣟 䆈䯯㪻䬐㣟 㣟䏝䆈㣟 䢩䬐㴉㴉䌏 䍝㪻䬐 䡯㴉㛖㣟 䆈䡯㦢䰤㴉” 䆰 㹅䬐䧿㴉 䆈䁭䧿㴉䟴 䆈䁭 䏝㴉 䠙䬐䴸䊢㴉䟴 㣟㫠㪻 䁭㣟㴉䊢䁭 㣟㪻 䦉㴉㣟 䆈㫠䆈䍝 㛖㔲㪻䴸 㣟䏝㴉 䟴㦢㔲㣟䍝 䦉㔲㪻䬐䌏䟴㢃 䏝㦢䁭 䁭䏝㪻㔲㣟 䁭㣟䆈㣟䬐㔲㴉 䴸䆈䧿㦢䌏䦉 㦢㣟 䟴㦢㛖㛖㦢䥘䬐䡯㣟 䆰 “䌗䁭 䁭䏝㴉 䌏㪻㣟 䆈 䊢㪻㣟㴉䌏㣟㦢䆈䡯 䊢㔲㪻䯯䡯㴉䴸㢃 䡯㦢㴉䦉㴉䱋”

㔺㴉䌏㔲䍝 䧿㴉䊢㣟 㫠䆈䡯䧿㦢䌏䦉 䬐䌏㣟㦢䡯 䏝㴉 䊢䆈䬐䁭㴉䟴 䆈㣟 㣟䏝㴉 䟴㪻㪻㔲㢃 䏝㦢䁭 䏝䆈䌏䟴 㔲㴉䁭㣟㦢䌏䦉 㪻䌏 㣟䏝㴉 㦢㔲㪻䌏 䏝䆈䌏䟴䡯㴉䡽 㔺㦢䁭 䴸㦢䌏䟴 㫠䆈䌏䟴㴉㔲㴉䟴 䯯㔲㦢㴉㛖䡯䍝 㣟㪻 㣟䏝㴉 㫠㪻䴸䆈䌏 䯯㔲㪻䧿㴉䌏 㫠㪻䴸䆈䌏 䏝㴉 䏝䆈䟴 䁭䊢䆈㔲㴉䟴䡽 㔺㴉 䥘㪻䬐䡯䟴 䁭㣟㦢䡯䡯 䁭㴉㴉 㣟䏝㴉 䟴㴉䁭䊢㴉㔲䆈㣟㦢㪻䌏 㦢䌏 䏝㴉㔲 㴉䍝㴉䁭 䆈䁭 䁭䏝㴉 䥘䡯䬐㣟䥘䏝㴉䟴 䏝㴉㔲 䥘䏝㦢䡯䟴㢃 䁭㦢䡯㴉䌏㣟䡯䍝 䊢䡯㴉䟴䦉㦢䌏䦉 䡯㪻䍝䆈䡯㣟䍝 㦢䌏 㣟䏝㴉 㪻䌏䡯䍝 㫠䆈䍝 䁭䏝㴉 䏝䆈䟴 䡯㴉㛖㣟䡽

㣟㪻”㥲䏝㴉㔲㴉䟴䊢䡯㦢㴉㣟䏝㴉䡯䡯’䍝㴉䯯䆈䏝㥲㴉䏝㔲㴉䥘䆈䡯䡯㦢㫠㴉䏝㢃㔲䏝”㴉㔲㣟䆈㢃㣟䆈䌏䍝䌏䆈䥘㴉䯯㪻䥘㛖㴉䁭㪻㔲㴉㴉䁭䌏䌗”䆈䏝㣟㣟䯯㴉䆈䌏㴉䏝㪻䌏䊢䬐㢃䯯㴉䟴㔲㫠䆈㣟䏝㴉䴸㪻䯯䡯䍝㢃䁭䁭䥘㴉䆈䌏䁭㴉㦢㣟㔲䆈㛖㴉䆈㔲㣟䁭䊢䡽䦉㔲䆈”㔲䟴䌏䦉䆈㦢㫠㔲㴉㦢䡯㣟䍝䟴䥘䌏㪻䊢㴉䡽㣟䥘䆈㢃㛖䴸䍝䆈㢃䡯䡯䍝㫀䏝㴉䍝㪻䟴䡽㔲䆈䌏䬐䁭䬐㴉䡯䡽㛖䬐䁭䡯’䏝䡯㴉㦢䌏㪻㣟㣟䏝㴉䴸㔲㦢䁭㴉㪻㣟䆈䁭䟴䌏䆈㪻䬐㣟㪻䁭㴉䊢䁭㫠䡯㦢䡯㛖䌗㫠㦢䡯䡯㪻䬐㣟䆈㣟䌏㴉䴸䡽㪻䴸㴉㴉䁭䡯䬐㦢㪻䯯䡯㔲㔲㴉䏝㪻㣟䌏㦢

“㹜㔲㴉 䍝㪻䬐 䥘㴉㔲㣟䆈㦢䌏㢃 䴸䍝 䡯㦢㴉䦉㴉䱋 䁠䆈䌏 㫠㴉 㣟㔲䬐䁭㣟 䏝㴉㔲 䌏㪻㣟 㣟㪻 䯯㴉㣟㔲䆈䍝 䍝㪻䬐䱋” 䆰 㹅㴉㦢㴉㔲 㦢䌏㣟㴉㔲䰤㴉䌏㴉䟴 䆈䦉䆈㦢䌏㢃 䬐䌏㫠㦢䡯䡯㦢䌏䦉 㣟㪻 䡯㴉㣟 䆈䌏䍝 䊢㔲㪻䯯䡯㴉䴸 㣟䏝䆈㣟 䴸㦢䦉䏝㣟 䯯㴉䥘㪻䴸㴉 䆈 䟴䆈䌏䦉㴉㔲 㣟㪻 䏝㴉㔲 䧿㦢䌏䦉 䊢䆈䁭䁭䡽

㔺㴉䌏㔲䍝 䥘㪻䬐䡯䟴䌏’㣟 䏝㴉䡯䊢 䯯䬐㣟 㔲㴉䴸㴉䴸䯯㴉㔲 㣟䏝㪻䁭㴉 䟴㴉䁭䊢㴉㔲䆈㣟㴉 㴉䍝㴉䁭 䆰 “䌗’䴸 䥘㴉㔲㣟䆈㦢䌏䡽 㥲䏝㴉 㫠㪻䌏’㣟 㔲㦢䁭䧿 䏝㴉㔲 䥘䏝㦢䡯䟴㔲㴉䌏’䁭 䡯㦢䰤㴉䁭 䆈 䁭㴉䥘㪻䌏䟴 㣟㦢䴸㴉㢃” 䏝㴉 㔲㴉䊢䡯㦢㴉䟴 㛖㦢㔲䴸䡯䍝䡽 “䅔䬐㣟 㦢㛖 㦢㣟 䊢䬐㣟䁭 䍝㪻䬐㔲 䴸㦢䌏䟴 䆈㣟 㴉䆈䁭㴉㢃 䆈䁭䁭㦢䦉䌏 䁭㪻䴸㴉㪻䌏㴉 㣟㪻 㫠䆈㣟䥘䏝 䏝㴉㔲㢃 䁭㪻䴸㴉㪻䌏㴉 䬐䌏䧿䌏㪻㫠䌏 㣟㪻 䏝㴉㔲 㪻㔲 㣟䏝㴉 㪻㣟䏝㴉㔲 䦉䬐䆈㔲䟴䁭䡽 㹅㴉㣟’䁭 䧿㴉㴉䊢 䏝㴉㔲 㪻䌏 䆈 䁭䏝㪻㔲㣟 䡯㴉䆈䁭䏝䡽”

䥘䟴䡯䊢䆈㴉 㣟䯯䬐㔲䡯䍝䆈䟴㴉䆈䬐䆈㦢㪻䌏䥘㣟 㪻㛖 䌏䟴䟴䡽䟴㴉㪻 䆈㔲䁭䦉䬐䟴 㣟䬐㪻䟴’䡯䥘䌏㴉䏝㔲㥲䆈㛖㴉㦢㢃㣟㦢䁭䟴 㣟䏝䆈㔲䌏㪻㴉 㴉䆈䰤㔲䡯㴉䁭 㪻䆈䌏㦢䥘䁭㢃㣟 㣟䡽䬐䏝㔲㦢䌏㪻㪻㣟䴸㔲 䡯㴉㔲䆈䍝 㔲㴉㴉㹅㦢 䟴䆈䏝㪻㣟 㔲㔺㴉䍝䌏

“㥾㪻㫠㢃 㹅䬐䧿㴉㢃 㫠䏝䆈㣟’䁭 㣟䏝㴉 䌏㴉䯦㣟 䴸㴉㴉㣟㦢䌏䦉 㪻䌏 䴸䍝 䁭䥘䏝㴉䟴䬐䡯㴉䱋” 㔺㴉䌏㔲䍝 䆈䁭䧿㴉䟴㢃 㣟䬐㔲䌏㦢䌏䦉 㣟㪻 㣟䏝㴉 䴸㦢䟴䦉㴉㣟㢃 㫠䏝㪻 㦢䴸䴸㴉䟴㦢䆈㣟㴉䡯䍝 䁭䏝䬐㛖㛖䡯㴉䟴 㣟䏝㔲㪻䬐䦉䏝 䏝㦢䁭 䟴㪻䥘䬐䴸㴉䌏㣟䁭㢃 䏝㦢䁭 䯯㔲㴉䆈㣟䏝 䆈 䯯㦢㣟 䏝䆈䦉䦉䆈㔲䟴 䆈䁭 䏝㴉 䏝䆈䟴 㣟㪻 㫠䆈䡯䧿 㛖䆈䁭㣟㴉㔲 㣟㪻 䧿㴉㴉䊢 䬐䊢 㫠㦢㣟䏝 㣟䏝㴉 䦉㔲㪻䬐䊢䡽

“䳼㴉 䏝䆈䰤㴉 䆈 䴸㴉㴉㣟㦢䌏䦉 㫠㦢㣟䏝 㣟䏝㴉 㥲䬐䌏 䒀㪻䟴 䁠㪻䴸䊢䆈䌏䍝 䆈㣟 㣟䏝㴉 䏝㴉䆈䟴䢩䬐䆈㔲㣟㴉㔲䁭㢃” 㹅䬐䧿㴉 㔲㴉䊢䡯㦢㴉䟴㢃 䴸䆈㔲䧿㦢䌏䦉 㪻㛖㛖 㣟䏝㴉 㦢㣟㴉䴸 䡯䆈䯯㴉䡯㴉䟴 “䟴㴉䆈䡯㦢䌏䦉 㫠㦢㣟䏝 㣟䏝㴉 㔲㴉䴸䌏䆈䌏㣟䁭 㪻㛖 㣟䏝㴉 䌏㪻䯯䡯㴉䁭” 㫠㦢㣟䏝 䆈 䁭㫠㦢㛖㣟 㛖䡯㦢䥘䧿 㪻㛖 䏝㦢䁭 䢩䬐㦢䡯䡯䡽

㴉㔲㔲㪻㢃㴉䟴䟴㴉䴸䁭䁭䌏䟴䟴㴉䟴㪻䟴䌏䬐㴉㔲 䆈䌏䁭㪻㴉㴉䴸㪻 䌏䯯㔲䦉㦢㫠㣟䟴㪻㔲䆈䁭㔲䬐㣟㴉㔲䌏 㦢㴉䍝䡯㔲㛖䯯䧿䆈㣟䁭㢃”䁭 䟴䡯㦢䴸 㦢䁭䏝 㣟䏝㴉 㪻㣟㔲㴉䁭䡽䏝 㪻㣟㢃䌏䏝㴉㔲㔺㴉㔲䌏䍝 䥘䡯㴉䌏䆈䴸䁭䡽䁭㴉䡽” 䁭䦉䟴㦢䬐䁭㣟 㣟䏝㴉 㪻㣟”㹜䌏䟴㪻䍝䬐㔲 㴉䦉䆈㐣 㴉㴉䁭䍝 㦢䁭䏝䁭㦢䏝 㣟㔲㦢䦉䟴㛖㦢䌏䏝㣟㦢㫠㣟㣟䆈䏝䟴㴉䥘䆈䡯”䬐㘗㪻 㣟㪻 䬐㣟䟴㔲䌏㴉 㴉㣟䏝㔲㴉㢃㣟㪻䏝㴉䆈䌏䟴

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Chapter 209: The New Sun God Company
Henry walked down the West Avenue, one of the four main avenues constructed in the capital to centralize commerce. Each avenue had its own purpose and character, reflecting the resources flowing into the heart of Stahl. The West Avenue, where he now strolled, was dedicated to blacksmiths and iron goods, where most of the iron from the western mines arrived, where craftsmen hammered it into weapons, tools, and armors. The capital was rapidly developing into something similar into an industrial city and a distribution center as the blacksmiths from all over the kingdom assembled.

The North Avenue, in contrast, was where goods from the Frozen Forest, collected by the barbarians, were traded. The northern part of the capital was occupied mostly by the barbarians that had been relocated inside the capital by Henry’s orders. The commerce within this region was a great tool to make the other residents accept the barbarians, but conflicts still arose between the original residents and the barbarians. The integration of both cultures were happening, but it would still take some time.

On the other side, the East Avenue was relatively quiet, focused on seaborne trade, like fish, salt and oceanic goods from the coastal territory. The development of ship’s technology was also being concentrated in the Eastern Avenue, but the most common good being traded there was salt, with people still unused to coastal food. Lastly, there was the Southern Avenue, now bustling with life as goods from the two new annexed kingdoms of Luak and Aritreia was rapidly being brought to the capital, from new types of medicinal herbs to luxury goods.

Henry and Luke were standing in front of an imposing building located in the West Avenue – “Impressive…” – Luke couldn’t help but mutter these same words every time he looked at its grand architecture, built of stone and finely crafted wood, with large windows that could only be seen in rich houses that had enough firewood to keep fires burning day and night. A flag with an emblem of an owl perched on top of an ancient weight scale, the new symbol of the Sun God Company.

Contrary to the impressed and excited Luke, Henry looked up at the imposing structure, his expression laced with a tinge of impatience – “How much did we spend on it?” – he asked, his tone edged with displeasure.

Luke hesitated, sensing the king’s irritation, but he knew there was no use hiding the truth. “Around three thousand gold coins, my king,” he replied, his voice low. He turned his eyes away from the building, which suddenly felt less majestic and more like a monument of shame.

Henry’s jaw tightened, his hand rubbing his forehead as he took a slow breath, trying to rein in his temper. “So you are telling me that this single structure cost half of what we used to rebuild the entire West Avenue?”

Luke shifted uncomfortably under Henry’s gaze. “I understand the need for a headquarters,” Henry continued, his voice barely containing his frustration, “but couldn’t we have achieved that with something… simpler?”

Henry began to have doubts about Luke’s judgment. Until now, he had trusted the midget implicitly with the kingdom’s finances, viewing him as the equivalent of a Chief Financial Officer from one of Earth’s major corporations. Luke had a good head for administrative matters, but budgeting didn’t seem to be one of his strengths. Things might need a change in the future.

Luke swallowed hard, sensing Henry’s displeasure. Taking a deep breath, he began to explain, choosing his words carefully – “My king” – he started, his voice steady but humble – “The Sun God Company is the crown’s arm in the economy. It’s where all merchants within your reign must be affiliated, with the crown taking over more than half of the net profit. All the gold, iron, and copper coins we have funneled into the kingdom’s infrastructure… they have come from this company.”

Henry said nothing, his gaze indifferent, forcing Luke to continue. Looking down at the documents in his hands, Luke tried to clarify, “The Sun God Company is like the lungs of the crown, giving it the breath to grow and thrive. And since it’s the kingdom’s lifeline… shouldn’t it be grand? No, shouldn’t it become more? This place will serve not only as a center of trade, but also as a resting place for merchants, a hub where they can exchange goods, knowledge, strategies and all kinds of information.”

Henry’s eyes shone as Luke’s words and thoughts had unknowingly reached the same vision as his own. He envisioned the Sun God Company as a place where commerce and economic strategies could be developed, using the merchants brains to make it happen and bring development to the whole country, allowing them to profit as to make them work harder. It would become a guild and an university, focused on developing better way to trade.

He built the Sun God Company to be like the State-Controlled Trade in the Ottoman Empire, where the sultan’s agents meticulously regulated the flow of goods with all significant trade and resources passing through their oversight, ensuring that wealth, power, and loyalty remained tied directly to the throne. In the end, if someone desired to own something, whatever it might be, the crown would take its share. If something breathed and made money while trading, auctioning, buying or selling, the crowd wanted its due share through the Company.

And now, Luke had presented an even broader vision: a center not just for economic control but also for intelligence gathering and influence. It was something he had planned on doing, but without using the Sun God Merchant as an agent.

“So, the Sun God Company will become a hub for gathering intelligence… not just for controlling the flow of goods, the trade and the money of the crown?” Henry murmured, his mind racing as he realized the potential before him. He didn’t need to built an intelligence sector from scratch…he had one before him.

“Yes, my king,” Luke replied, his confidence growing as he saw the glimmer of approval in Henry’s eyes. He dared to look up, catching the king’s gaze as Henry looked at the imposing building before them, his expression now one of appreciation rather than annoyance.

“Luke,” Henry said thoughtfully, his eyes still fixed on the building. “Let’s expand this idea. We have been establishing small administrative posts throughout the kingdom, but let’s change our approach.” – He gestured toward the headquarters – “I want a structure like this…perhaps not as grand, in every significant city. From North to South, East to West, every region will have a Sun God Company outpost such as this one and they shall have a manager that must gather, filter and send all kind of collected information to the palace.”

Luke nodded eagerly, his face brightening with excitement. “I knew you’d see it, my king! I knew it!” He let out a small laugh, crumpling the documents in his hands before quickly regaining his composure, bowing slightly in apology.

“Good work,” Henry said, giving Luke a firm pat on the shoulder. “Consider this a victory. You’ll be rewarded when we return to the palace. Let’s go, the heads must be waiting for us.”

With that, Henry entered the building, Luke following closely behind. Inside, they were greeted by a spacious, almost empty hall with a single wooden desk ahead, where an old secretary sat with his head down, scribbling on parchment. Behind him, a grand staircase led upwards, hinting at the many floors and offices beyond, voices could also be heard from above.

Henry looked around, taking in the excessive empty space. An idea struck him, a way to turn even this area into something profitable and maximize its value. He turned to Luke, his gaze shining like a dragon’s looking at a gold mine – “There is no need for such an expansive, empty hall. Turn it into a tavern. Make the alcohol cheap. I want this to be a place not only for merchants but for all citizens, a gathering place where people talk and drink. It will make gathering information even easier.”

Luke’s eyes widened, a grin spreading across his face as he realized the implications. A tavern would attract people from all walks of life, and with the Sun God Company’s reach, the conversations and secrets that flowed within these walls would be invaluable.

“As you command, my king,” Luke said, his voice filled with admiration.