Former Lord Borg oversaw the construction of the newly built lord's mansion. In the main hall, Ron looked down at the dozen or so people below.
This is the team that Ron's father left him.
However, the father did everything himself, yet no key positions were established.
Unlike his father, Ron had to govern the territory, but he couldn't neglect his own training either.
“Wright, step forward.”
Hearing the sound, Uncle Wright, who was standing to the side, came to Ron's side.
"I hereby appoint you as the steward of this territory. Rest assured, there will be others to manage the territory with you in the future."
Ron wanted the fox clan, known as the strategist of the orc empire, to work with Wright to handle various territorial affairs, while Ron would only need to deal with the major issues.
Ron wasn't very familiar with the people below him, so he said, "You should each state your position and responsibilities."
Ron appointed Wright as steward, but the people below didn't react much, because their father hadn't created such a position. One thing they needed to know was that from now on they would be working under Wright.
To be precise, it should be Nika and Wright's subordinates, but in reality, it should be Nika.
Ron was prepared to assess the abilities of the future personnel first, knowing that things would be tough in the early stages.
"My lord, Gracie is in charge of the magic crystal mines within the territory..."
"Reporting to the lord... Simon is in charge of managing the Magic Plant Garden."
"..."
All ten or so people recounted the matters they were handling.
In the continent of Oran, only those whose ancestors were nobles generally have surnames; otherwise, ordinary people only have given names.
Ron had strong spiritual power and could roughly remember the names of everyone present.
Previously, Borg personally inspected the Magic Plant Garden and other areas, and personally considered and carefully selected the person in charge...
His father had accomplished many things, and Ron trusted not only Wright but also most of the people present.
Ron said, "Your positions will remain unchanged for now, but if I find you to be performing poorly in the future, I will replace you at any time..."
Everyone fell silent; their positions were temporarily secured, and those below breathed a sigh of relief.
Ron then said, "In the future, if there are any matters that need to be reported to the lord, you can first report them to the steward of the territory. Minor matters can be handled together with the steward of the territory, while major matters should be reported to the lord himself."
"Let's create another position in the lord's mansion, the Supervisor. For the first Supervisor position, let the old man take it!"
Ron looked at the person in charge of personnel appointments, an old man. When Borg's father was selecting people to be in charge of territory affairs, he would usually ask for his opinion.
The old man was nearly seventy years old, dressed in gray, with a white beard. He had watched Lord Borg grow up, and Ron had respected him greatly when he was young.
"My retainer Peterman Jeffrey accepts the lord's appointment." The old man bowed calmly and withdrew.
Mr. Pittman has a surname, indicating that his ancestors were nobles and that he is quite knowledgeable about matters concerning nobles and commoners.
Ron continued, "The supervisor has the privilege of reporting directly to the lord, and has free access to the lord's mansion to assist the lord's steward in handling matters. However, the supervisor has no decision-making power. I hope that Pittman Jeffrey can train qualified stewards for Sandy Territory."
"Your retainer understands, my lord."
Mr. Pittman was actually relieved that he had no decision-making power. He had been injured when he was young and his energy was not what it used to be. The young lord had just succeeded to the throne, and he would probably have to postpone his resignation and return home.
“Besides the supervisory officials, there is a complaints department for the people. All those in charge of affairs in the territory, as well as all foremen and merchants, are subject to the supervision of the people. The complaints department was set up by Pittman Jeffrey and consists of about three to five people. The office is located on the left side of the lord’s mansion.”
"..."
Various personnel changes mainly involved Ron adding some units. Considering the arrival of the sub-species and dwarf races, the management of these alien races would have to wait until they arrived.
By noon, the general outline of the personnel changes had already been explained. With the remaining time, the person in charge of affairs outlined the matters that needed to be addressed recently.
Ron explained everything in detail, taking into account the wisdom of everyone present when necessary.
The adult affairs manager noticed a change in Ron's expression; Ron really didn't seem like a fourteen-year-old boy.
Or perhaps, this is what genius is all about!
Just like back then, Yuna faced Ron's self-constructed imagination.
A genius is truly a jack-of-all-trades.
In any case, the stewards gained much more confidence in Ron as lord because of a meeting.
At the last minute, Ron put his decision on the agenda.
"Gentlemen, here is a list of representatives left behind by the various noble families."
"The nobles who were invited to stay are generally friendly to their subjects, and they are friendly partners that we can develop. As for the other nobles who were not invited but left to represent us, you don't need to be polite to them."
"You must understand that you should cooperate with my Sandy Territory to earn magic crystals, instead of cooperating with certain nobles."
"..."
Ron initially acted based on the principle of binding the interests of the majority while cracking down on the minority.
Fortunately, the Kingdom of Gil still retains the chivalrous spirit of its nobles, and the majority of nobles have become corrupt; otherwise, things would be more troublesome.
If he treats his subjects so badly, why should Ron cooperate with these nobles?
Ron is now invincible, but he doesn't need to isolate himself. If he needs to isolate anyone, it should be the few bad nobles.
Whether it's simply self-judgment as bad or purely a matter of perception, Ron is happy to do it.
"My lord, this is a move that will make us enemies!"
"There's no need for further discussion, sir. Making a few enemies highlights the benefits to the majority of nobles and also promotes a noble atmosphere in the kingdom. Why not do it?"
"Then, lord, why not do this? What biography says this?"
I almost forgot that Mr. Pittman is an old scholar.
Ron awkwardly didn't answer, and instead brought up another important topic: "My Sandy Territory will never welcome slave traders. In the future, when the territory is fully developed, slave traders will not be allowed to enter the territory. If they do enter the territory, they will be expelled."
"In the future, when nobles bring slaves to Sandy Territory for sightseeing, they will receive an additional 30% magic crystal for all the magic crystals they pay... Of course, this matter will be announced after cooperating with the nobles."
"The matter of slavery is not open to debate. The matter is settled, and no one is to spread this news. Go and get back to work!"
It doesn't matter if word gets out first, but doing things in sequence will yield better results; just take it one step at a time.
The representatives of the various nobles were allowed to stay first, since the territory steward was still missing Nika, and Ron was not comfortable letting Wright deal with the noble representatives alone.
A little over a month later, news arrived while Ron was inside the lord's manor.
Subspecies, dwarves, came en masse...
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