Time flies.
More than a month had passed since Loran Hill finished teaching the first batch of technicians in Solander. Seeing that they had already mastered the basics, she did not stay any longer, leaving the remaining follow-up information in the inheritance gem before leaving the capital.
With the current foundation, it is only a matter of time for them to learn from this information and recover and develop, without her having to guide them all the time. Just like children, they will eventually learn to walk on their own.
After leaving the royal capital, she headed north again, to Hanyan County.
On a hill on the border, a small fortress was built with cold blue-gray rocks, surrounded by stone walls, high towers, and several other buildings.
There were more than a dozen carriages parked in the fortress courtyard, and a small number of people were coming in and out. Some of them were going to the market, some were doing local research, and some were riding horses to tour the county.
Since Loran Hill left, the other members of the caravan have not been idle either, doing various quasi-tasks.
As time enters June, the climate gradually warms up even in the northern grassland border.
The grass is as green as oil, some of it has small flowers in bloom, and there are sporadic bees flying back and forth.
A tiny dot fell from the white clouds in the sky, rapidly approaching the earth. When it was close to the ground, it suddenly slowed down and slowly fell to the ground.
Loran Hill walked along the dry dirt path towards the fortress.
The two guards guarding the gate saw him and stood at attention in surprise. The wise man who had been away for more than a month had finally returned.
Sitting in the lobby of the fortress, Mira placed some information in front of Loran Hill and introduced the recent situation.
"Since we were planning to stay here for a long time, we bought this abandoned small fortress and used it as a base for the caravan in Hanyan County to store goods, rest, and live."
"These are compiled after everyone's recent investigation, and they serve as some plans for the future of Hanyan County."
"In addition, under your instructions, we have also purchased a large amount of food and practical goods from the central provinces and stored them in the warehouse."
"Okay, I understand."
Loran Hill picked up these things and looked at them. Since they had been sorted in advance, she could read them more easily and quickly.
"Very good."
It lists many suggestions and ideas put forward by caravan members, such as opening seed stations, veterinary clinics, schools, opera houses, bookstores, agricultural tool supply centers, etc. at the border.
Many of these things can attract the orcs in the north and are also very practical. Later, education can be used to attract young orcs, supplemented by cultural propaganda such as opera and books to enhance mutual understanding between the two sides.
The effect may not be immediate at the beginning, but after a few years, the exchanges between the orc tribes and Cransia will increase, they will become more familiar with each other, and the gap between them will be reduced.
In fact, there is not much conflict between the two sides. At present, Clansia has sufficient land area and is not short of this relatively barren land. It is just that meat, eggs and milk are slightly insufficient, and the orcs need Clansia's many products more.
After the relationship eased for a while, envoys were sent to various tribes to gradually establish contact with them from south to north and incorporate them into the country.
Even if there are orc tribes that do not trust Cransia, they will gradually waver and give up their insistence after seeing the happy lives of their compatriots in the south.
In Clansia, people are not too averse to orcs because of the image that West Wind, the Rabbit Ears and others have established before.
After this merger, after a few years, they will gradually become one country.
However, there is still a key point that needs to be resolved in all this, and that is the thoughts of the orcs on the grassland.
Most orcs don't think about overly complicated things, they just live their own lives. The ones who really think and consider the overall situation are the orc shamans.
All of this planning is not a conspiracy, but a straightforward and obvious open plot. As time goes by, they will naturally understand it.
The question now is what will they think: will they accept it, remain silent, or resist it in disgust?
Problems will not be solved naturally, someone has to take the initiative to do it.
No matter what, Loran Hill would not give up. She decided to go to the north and visit the northern tribes directly to resolve the suspicion and misunderstanding between them.
Putting down the documents in her hand, the girl picked up the teacup, drank some, and put the cup down.
"Mira, tell everyone, we will set off in two days and head to the northern grasslands."
The bunny-eared girl looked up in surprise. "Yes, sir. I'll go and inform them right away."
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Five days later, Gufia Grassland.
It has been more than a year since he last left. Sitting in the carriage, Loran Hill calculated the time, wondering whether he should reveal his previous identity, which might reduce many obstacles.
However, this would expose her identity as a student at the academy. If others knew that the sage of Clancy was just a student of Emenas, it would be a bit embarrassing.
As she thought about it, she shook her head and decided to wait and see. If it was really necessary to reveal her identity, she must limit it to a small number of people.
The sky was blue with flowing clouds, and the dazzling sunshine was shining on the earth. The wheels rolled over the dry soil, causing slight bumps and squeaking sounds.
The accompanying riders and members felt their clothes and armor getting a little hot in the face of the scorching sun.
They looked at the endless grassland, the ground had slight undulations and curvatures, and the sky above was extremely vast and boundless. Whenever they looked up at the sky, they felt insignificant, so insignificant that they felt as if they would fall into the blue sky at any moment and be drowned by it.
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