In Boravice, with the arrival of autumn, the golden wheat fields are filled with farmers harvesting their crops.

The sharp sickle cut through the wheat stalks, the fallen wheat was tied into bundles and loaded into ox carts, and everyone's face was filled with the joy of the harvest.

The scorching autumn sun made the people bending over the fields sweat profusely, but it could not stop their enthusiasm.

The school also had a special holiday, and the students followed the adults to help. The greedy birds were shot down by arrows from time to time, and the children cheered and scrambled for them.

The ears of grain were pulled to the threshing ground, and the peasant soldiers who had broken through and become warriors pulled the stone mill and rolled across the open space covered with wheat straw.

The threshed grains are pulled away to dry in an orderly manner, and the dried wheat will be hulled and sent to the mill to be ground into slightly yellow flour and bagged.

Melvin stood by the field and watched all this with satisfaction. A year of hard work had paid off, and he finally lived up to Xia Lan's high hopes for him.

"Bolavis finally doesn't need blood transfusions from outside."

With so many mouths to feed, the pressure of transporting food from outside can be imagined. Now the population of Bolavis has exceeded 400,000, and the refugees Xia Lan transported from Zilan Island almost made him lose all his hair.

Fortunately, Boravice was rich in resources, and the grain purchased from the city-state plus sea fish prevented food shortages.

The secretary beside him, Lao Gewei, complimented him: "The Prime Minister is still running the business well."

He really admired Melvin's ability. Melvin played an indispensable role in the fact that hundreds of thousands of people poured into Bolavis without causing any trouble.

He had seen nobles governing their territories on Zilaner Island before. They let things run wild, not caring whether people starved or froze to death, and killing anyone who caused trouble to serve as a warning to others.

After the old Govi ​​family moved to Bolavis, good days finally came. Not only did he become the Prime Minister's secretary, but his two grandsons also became school tutors and had the opportunity to learn epic legends.

"Count the harvest and store it in preparation for the north."

Melvin's words startled Old Goway, who asked uncertainly, "Is a war coming?"

"It will take a long time. According to His Majesty's plan, we will not take action until we have accumulated enough strength. What we need to do now is to gather our strength."

The city-state's slaves are almost exhausted. The two blood-sucking mouths of Baltic and Boravice have sucked out the city-state's slave reserves for more than ten years. From now on, it can only rely on a steady supply.

If they want to grow their strength explosively again, they can only go outside to rob. The last time Xia Lan went north, he moved all the population to the Nineteen Islands and let the Tido Alliance take care of them, leaving a blank space for other latecomers, that is, giving the turned land to the various countries to cultivate.

The population in the Baltic Sea is now becoming dense again, and it will be almost stable in a few years.

"Let's go to Triumph City again."

Triumph City is a new city built at the mouth of the Emerald River. It has a population of about 200,000, most of whom are Zilaner refugees.

Melvin sailed along the Emerald River towards the estuary, and on the way he often encountered ships traveling between the two cities.

In Triumph City, the busy docks were crowded with sailboats, which, in addition to the Ink Sea Dragon Flag, also hung the flags of different fleets.

This estuary city, named Triumph City by Xia Lan, has been full of vitality since its birth. If the news about Bolavis is announced, it will surely become the pearl of the western sea.

After the sailors loaded the goods produced by the newly built factory in Kaixuan City onto the ship, they found a simple tavern to have a couple of drinks.

Melvin and Old Goway were walking on the messy streets, with Arsen holding a bag of roasted chestnuts and following behind them as a guard to protect their safety.

The appearance of Triumph City is hard to describe. Walking on the dirty and messy streets, Melvin frowned.

Compared to the neat Dawn City, Triumph City is like a slum, but compared to the Atrium City it is already pretty good.

"Recently, the Storm Knights' reserve knights who were stationed in Boravice launched several raids in the city and discovered a serious problem. Several gangs of thugs who were collecting protection money appeared."

Old Goway whispered to Melvin.

"We still have too few civil servants. Go find some literate people from the militia and have them serve as sheriffs first. Those studying in night school can practice and learn at the same time. When the time comes, their political achievements will be counted towards their grades and used as bonus points for the civil service assessment."

Lao Gewei quickly took notes and said he would arrange it when he got back.

"Why are there still monsters in the city?"

Melvin turned his head and suddenly saw a warhorse with flames on its body appearing on the street, but the people around him seemed to be used to it.

Warhorse came to a tavern, kicked down the young sailor who wanted to touch him, took out a silver coin from the space ring hanging around his neck and threw it down, then skillfully picked up the barrel of wine from the owner's hand and left.

"It seems to be the Paro family's horse. Weining Paro stayed in the Nine Demon Fleet, and this red flame warhorse was left wandering between the two cities after being left unattended."

Lao Gewei skillfully read the report submitted by his subordinates, but immediately found something wrong. The horse did not look like a stray horse.

He casually threw down a silver coin as payment for the wine. No one in the entire Faox was so generous.

"Do you know where he is?"

Melvin turned his head and asked, isn't it irresponsible to let such an epic warhorse run free?

"Well…"

Lao Gewei didn't know either and was speechless for a moment.

"Chi Yukri likes to go to Windfall Castle to eat fruit salad made of gold. He often gives me a ride. Otherwise, how do you think I would get back to Dawn City?"

Arsen, the millet peeler, began to explain. Seeing the two men's surprised expressions, he shrugged and said:

"Chi Yukri is very pitiful. Weining is obsessed with sailing and doesn't even look for him. This makes Ma, who has served the Paro family for generations, very sad. He often drinks to drown his sorrows. Can't he go to Fengxi Fort to relax?"

The road from Windfall Castle to Dawn City has been planned. Although construction has not yet begun, you can travel by land on a Snow Dragon Wolf.

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