When Ron was working on inventing soft paper, he set up a dedicated research department.
Later, Nika, the steward of the territory, wrote a letter stating that some of the staff from the construction and forging departments had been transferred to the research department.
Therefore, research on paper and other materials has been transferred to research departments.
You can focus on breaking through to become a forging master in the forging department!
We gradually arrived at the territory research department.
In Ron's view, the importance of the research department was self-evident, so the department was set up in a relatively secluded location.
There are also dedicated territory warriors guarding the outer perimeter, specifically located in the east of Sandy City, between the wealthy and the commoner districts. This is because the researchers inside come from both the commoner and the wealthy.
At the same time, its proximity to the legion's regular residence within the city provides the best protection for the research department.
Upon reaching the gate, the guards saluted Ron: "Greetings, Lord."
"Alright, take me inside!"
The three were led into the research department.
The department head, Keith, who was middle-aged at the time, came in person.
"My lord!"
"Tell me, how is everything progressing?"
"Reporting to the lord..."
Listening to Keith's words, Ron arrived at the department's backyard, which was a large area where they were currently researching suitable soft paper for mass production!
The workers greeted Ron.
Unlike commoners, Ron still received various forms of etiquette from his subordinates, but the meaning was different.
Okay! As long as it doesn't affect his occasional strolls...
"Ignore me, the lord, and continue with your work."
Upon hearing this, the workers continued making paper, while Ron looked at Keith standing to the side.
"You said that the improvement of paper is almost successful, but there is still one problem to solve. What is that problem?"
"My lord, the main problem is that the wood used to make the paper is a bit difficult to process..."
The continent of Oran is home to many mutated tree species.
The soft paper can now be produced, but considering the cost, the department still wants to make some improvements.
It's a pity we should have looked into the basic invention steps back then. But the situation is different in the magical world. Oh well, let's just have them speed up their research.
Ron said, "I will order the territory's legions to send people to assist you. Be bold in gathering materials in the wild!"
"If we need to go to a truly dangerous place, I can consider dispatching a Grand Swordsman!"
Keith appeared excited: "Thank you, Lord. The research department will produce results as soon as possible."
"Alright, take me to see the research progress of the Magic Crystal Car."
"My lord, this way please."
Sure enough, the research department was large enough that Ron walked for quite some time before arriving at a large inspection area.
Inside were dwarves and magicians of various races, among other talented individuals.
Push the door open and enter.
The room was well-lit, and a group of people entered without feeling crowded. Not far away, more than ten people were gathered around an object, pointing and talking as if they were discussing something.
He waved to stop Ji from shouting that the lord was coming.
The researchers were so focused that they didn't even notice Ron and the others approaching.
"Regarding the powertrain, the wind-based magic runes provide ample power, but I think the steering issue should be improved in the following way..."
"No, the magic runes can't withstand that. I think this is better..."
"..."
They didn't just talk the talk; they actually took out their own blueprints to compare!
A sudden inspiration struck, and a powerful magician even directly manipulated elements to form a pattern.
Alternatively, these magical runes, with further study and the assistance of incantations, could be transformed into weak magic.
The magic rune array is a bit different; the main difference is that a magic crystal is added at the array's core to maintain power output.
Instead, Ron noticed the steering wheel of the magic crystal car.
It's divided into several levels, so turning around would probably be very difficult. But by switching levels and connecting different magic patterns, it can drive the power of different magic crystals.
Is it to achieve steering by applying more lateral force?
It's a bit of a stretch; it's just the first generation of magic crystal vehicles. Setting the bar too high would be bad. At least they've started researching it, so everything will improve step by step.
Finally, someone noticed Ron and his group, who had initially assumed that workers had come in to work on the research components.
"My lord!"
"Alright, get up. I have a general idea of the difficulty you face. I think you can study the round steering wheel in the future, and then we can work on the specifics later."
"..."
Before he knew it, Ron had started doing the research with them.
"My lord, I knew it should be done this way."
"No, my lord, look..."
"..."
Half an hour later, Ron realized something: "You talk, you talk, and hand over the results to me. I have other matters to attend to, so I'll be leaving now..."
"Respectfully seeing off the lord..."
As he left, he turned back to look at the magic crystal vehicle under his research and smiled slightly.
"Let's go, Vivian, Uncle, let's go take a look at the military camp."
The research department certainly has other research projects to conduct, but seeing how focused they are here, Ron decided not to disturb them and would wait and see how the results turn out.
Keith saw Lord Ron off, while Ron went to the military camp outside the city.
The basic living quarters of the legion inside the city weren't anything special, but Ron was somewhat interested in how they trained.
Three miles outside the city, there are several camps where soldiers who are not currently on missions are undergoing training!
The soldier outside the door greeted him with, "Greetings, Lord."
“Very good, take me in.”
This time, the person who was notified to come was an acquaintance.
The commoner student who participated in the competition with me last year is now Mordekaiser.
Before the legion was established, the commoner trainees who came with Ron had little opportunity to use their skills, but now they are all commanders, and Ron has even granted them the title of knight.
Generally, barons and members of the royal family have private knightly guards, and those with higher ranks have even more private armed forces.
However, territorial knights may not be recognized in other noble territories, but the royal knightly order is different; it is recognized throughout the entire kingdom.
Furthermore, only the royal family can bestow hereditary knighthoods upon those who possess territory; at least in the Kingdom of Gil, this is the custom.
Mord is now considered one of Ron's retainers.
"Greetings, Lord."
"Show me your army!"
"My lord, over here..."
No matter which department he went to, the lord was destined to treat him with utmost respect and deference. Ron had unknowingly become accustomed to his current position.
On the plains within the camp, the commander gave the order for the legion to assemble.
As soon as the bugle sounded, the soldiers rushed to the area below the reviewing stand.
"My lord?"
"The lord has arrived..."
"..."
However, the room remained silent as people spoke their minds.
The military discipline was decent, so Ron's time to talk with the commanders wasn't in vain.
Having arrived, Ron briefly addressed the soldiers: "Territory warriors, I hope that you all aspire to become officers, and even more so, to become masters. As long as you diligently protect the territory, I will not treat you unfairly."
"Lord's might! Lord's might!"
"..."
The army did respond somewhat, and their morale seemed quite good. Ron signaled to Commander Mord to speak.
"..."
After a brief address, Ron ordered Maud to summon all the commanders.
Inside the military tent, Ron waited quietly.
Four familiar classmates served as commanders, and two other commanders also arrived.
The Grand Commander is quite old. He has been in charge of his father's guard since the time of Lord Borg, making him the most senior and capable.
Since none of them were masters at the Grandmaster level, they were all about the same in Ron's eyes.
Once everyone was present, Ron, seated in the main seat, spoke up: "There should be promotion channels in the army to motivate soldiers to strive for advancement. Do you have any good suggestions?"
Having said this, Ron naturally already had his own thoughts. Adhering to his usual principle of listening to opinions repeatedly, he wanted to hear what the professionals thought!
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