With the help of certain individuals, the news of "descendants of the gods" and "rebuilding Asgard" spread like wildfire throughout Froststone Camp.

A new divine realm after Ragnarok, such a beautiful vision, is like a lighthouse appearing in a dark sea, enough to drive everyone crazy.

Initially, some questioned the veracity of the news, but the apparition of tribal chief McGill, the detailed account of his nephew Maxiken's return to Valhalla, and the testimonies of the twenty-one tribal chiefs plunged the entire camp into a frenzy of faith.

But Todd, the person in charge of all this, was completely unaware of his own situation, spending all his time in the snuff workshop, working with Minnie and a group of shamans, tinkering with the specialties of Froststone Camp.

“Selecting raw materials is the first step, and the first thing to do is ‘smell’.” Todd picked up a handful of dried tobacco, put it under his nose and sniffed it carefully: “The aroma should be moderate, without any earthy smell. Too strong or too weak a smell is not suitable as raw material for premium snuff.”

Then, he held a tobacco leaf up to the sunlight, pointed to the veins inside, and said to the shamans, "The next thing to do is 'look.' A good tobacco leaf should be a thick, brownish-brown leaf. A color that is too light or too dark is not suitable, and a leaf that is too thick or too thin is also not good."

“Finally, there’s the ‘touch.’” Todd gently ran his fingertips along the veins of the tobacco leaf, then rubbed his index finger and thumb together, and said, “High-quality tobacco, after it’s dried, should feel slightly sticky to the touch, like there’s some oil on the leaf.”

Todd put down the tobacco in his hand and pointed to the grinding bowl and earthenware jar in the room, saying, "The next step is to grind the tobacco into a fine powder, filter it through a silk sieve, and finally put it into an earthenware jar and seal it underground to ferment."

Hearing this, Minnie laughed, her wrinkles crinkling together with the movement: "Chief, your knowledge of tobacco is astonishing to us old folks who have been immersed in herbs for decades."

Todd waved his hand dismissively: "There was a time when life was monotonous and boring, and studying tobacco became one of my few interests... No, the problem is, I can know a little about the manufacturing process, but when it comes to product formulation, I'm helpless."

Minnie nodded: "We old folks have some experience with herbs and ingredients, and we're sure we can work out the best product."

After offering a few words of encouragement to the group of shamans, Todd left the workshop and returned to the building.

Rachel was busy organizing the tribe's statistics when she saw Todd come in and nodded slightly.

Todd looked around and asked, "Where's Deirdre?"

Rachel wrote down a series of numbers on a piece of paper and casually said, "In the room upstairs, Massiken's soul-summoning ritual has taken a lot of her energy, and she hasn't recovered yet."

Todd opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately sighed and said, "Let her rest."

Rachel looked up, glanced at him, and said nothing.

"How is the situation at the camp?"

Rachel picked up the statistics form and said to Todd, "There are now about 1,200 people in the camp. Apart from the knights and gladiators, there are 240 barbarian warriors who have been trained. In addition, the camp's walls and arrow towers have been completed, and basic defense capabilities are in place."

Todd scratched his head: "Well, so what are the problems with the camp?"

“The biggest problem is still food. Aisha’s fleet won’t arrive until next week, but this time when she comes, part of the cabin space will be used to store snuff bottles, which will severely reduce the amount of food that can be transported.” Rachel flipped through the papers in her hand: “Although it is springtime now and the camp can rely on hunting and fishing to replenish the food supplies, the population growth rate is too fast, and the snuff trade still needs to go through a series of processes such as production, shipping, promotion and sales. I am worried that this will not be able to keep up with our needs.”

Todd rested his chin on his hand and remained silent.

Rachel suddenly remembered something and asked, "I remember that veterinarian named Wayne was planning to build a 'bloodworm farm,' right? Perhaps we could build the same structure here and use those bloodworms to supplement our food supply?"

Todd shook his head: "Yesterday, I had a regular meeting with the cabinet of Muxi City. According to Joe's method, although bloodworms can be bred quickly and produce a lot of meat, they contain a toxin that can cause diarrhea, palpitations, or even fainting in humans, but griffins are fine after eating them. Therefore, those bloodworms can only be used as food for griffins for now, and cannot be used as food for humans."

Rachel said somewhat dejectedly, "If that's the case, then I suggest suspending the intake of immigrants."

Todd stroked his chin, thinking carefully for a moment, then suddenly asked, "What's the reaction in the camp regarding the matter of the descendants of the gods?"

"With the testimonies of the tribal chiefs, and your extraordinary prowess on the battlefield last winter, all the people of the tribes are convinced of the rumors of 'rebuilding Asgard.' In every tribe, totems and murals depicting your tyrant form can be seen everywhere."

Todd hesitated for a moment: "Then, about founding the nation..."

“I don’t recommend that you rush into establishing a nation right now.” Rachel brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “First, the camp’s foundation is not yet stable. Rushing to seize power from the chieftains at this time may cause trouble. Second, announcing the establishment of a nation at this time will definitely arouse the vigilance of Ulster and Connaught. These two countries are already on the verge of war on the border. We have no reason to attract unnecessary attention.”

Todd nodded in agreement: "So, in your opinion, what should I do now?"

Rachel counted on her fingers: "In summary, there are four objectives. First, to solidify your identity as the Holy Spirit; second, to reduce the influence of the tribes; third, to increase the food supply in the camps; and fourth, to expand the army under your command."

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