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Chapter 269: The First Plenary Session (Part 2)

When it was the Ministry of Chemical Industry’s turn, Kyle crossed his arms and said without preamble: “Your Royal Highness, I hope you find an actual head for this department soon. I have no intention of attending another one of these meetings.”

Roland let that go by without comment. He had learned, since becoming a leader, that selective deafness was an essential skill. Is it so easy to find someone who can bridge alchemy and modern chemistry? “Have you made any progress on mass-producing the two acids?”

“No.” Kyle shrugged. “Which is why I need more staff working on the problem, rather than sitting in rooms like this one.” He had absorbed enough of Roland’s vocabulary over the months to add: “If you insist on an account — the laboratory needs people. All of them, as many as you can send. The five new ones from the primary education cohort are young but sharp. I’ll give your education program that much credit.”

This was the most openly disrespectful voice in any room Kyle entered, and Roland felt no resentment about it. The man’s age, his devotion to experimental chemistry, and above all the incident after the explosion — when, freshly healed by Nana and still covered in burn residue, his first and loudest reaction had been relief that he could now conduct experiments without the slightest scruple, followed immediately by a plan to taste the different acid flavors — made the attitude understandable. Fanaticism of that particular kind was too rare to be wasted on disciplinary conversations.

“All right. You continue your research. I’ll have Barov find a solution to the staffing shortage.”

“One more thing.” Kyle had half turned to sit back down, but stopped. “Have you compiled your Intermediate Chemistry? If you gave me specific details, I might be able to think of a production method sooner.”

“As I said at the Honor and Award Ceremony: once you’ve trained enough apprentices and assistants to staff the new laboratories, the book is yours.” Roland spread his hands, the gesture polite and final. In fact, not a single line of Intermediate Chemistry had been written. The Elementary Chemistry had already scraped every corner of his knowledge of the subject. He was fairly sure that even with sustained effort, he would not fill more than a few pages of an intermediate volume.


The fourth report came from Karl van Bate, Ministry of Construction.

“First, I wish to thank Miss Scroll,” Karl said, with a nod across the table. “It genuinely pleases me to hear that the children I taught have graduated smoothly.”

The contrast with the chief alchemist was total. Scroll returned the nod. “I should be thanking you.”

Karl opened his records and described the current state methodically: “The town’s major projects are all advancing steadily. The primary ones are Kingdom Avenue, the Redwater Bridge, the new residential district, and the new city wall. Construction staffing on Kingdom Avenue has reached four thousand five hundred — half from Longsong Stronghold. At the current rate, completion is expected by next spring. The Redwater Bridge is still in the underground concrete wall phase. The residential district has now extended to the old city wall, with approximately one thousand workers on-site; as long as cement and brick supplies remain consistent, all eastern refugees should be housed before the Months of Demons arrive.”

Karl generally briefed Roland on daily construction developments in person, so this summary was deliberately concise. He did not mention the castle expansion or the new witch dormitory. And the new city wall was effectively a one-woman project — Lotus was extending it at approximately one hundred meters per day.

“You’ve all worked hard,” Roland said. The Ministry of Construction, in staffing and expenditure alike, was the department that carried the heaviest load — and it showed the most visible results. “The workers coming from Longsong Stronghold are doing two things at once: accelerating the schedule, and absorbing our settlement policies firsthand. After a full year of work, most of them will qualify as skilled craftsmen. Keep the number returning to the stronghold as low as you can.”

“Yes, Your Royal Highness.”

“Iron Axe — your report.”

It was Iron Axe’s first time at this kind of meeting, and his discomfort with it was faintly visible. He cleared his throat. “Your Royal Highness, the army has two matters to report. The Second Army has completed basic training and is ready to be deployed to Longsong Stronghold. And, with the addition of new recruits, the First Army now numbers eight hundred and twenty-five. Setting aside the three-hundred-and-fifty-strong artillery contingent, all remaining soldiers have been equipped with revolving rifles.” He delivered the second sentence with a military salute. “That concludes my report.”

“Good. Have the Second Army move out tomorrow. Place reliable officers in every key position. Once at the stronghold, daily training and ideological education continue without interruption. I expect a weekly report sent back to Border Town.” Roland paused. “That’s all.”


The last to report was Barov. He surveyed the room first, then gave Roland a slow, formal salute before beginning.

“Your Royal Highness, since the most recent payments — the refugee transport fees to Margaret’s Chamber of Commerce and the costs of Theo’s mission — the City Hall’s gold reserves have fallen to a concerning level. Compounded by the harvest acquisition, where the Ministry of Agriculture purchased grain at the fixed market price, the treasury now holds barely two thousand gold royals. This I consider a relatively dangerous threshold.”

Two thousand gold royals. By last winter’s standard, a substantial sum. But Border Town was not what it had been last winter. The Ministry of Construction alone was sustaining five thousand workers on wages. Add the First Army’s salary, the factories, the chemical laboratory, and the City Hall itself — all of them drawing from the same pool, all of them drawing continuously. Even accounting for the large share of materials produced internally, the outflow was not small.

We earn quickly and spend just as quickly.

“I’m aware,” Roland said. “But at the start of next month, when Margaret’s caravan arrives, we’ll receive a significant income from the steam engine sales. The refugee transport and the grain acquisition were also one-time expenses, not recurring ones. The treasury should improve steadily over the next six months. There’s no need for excessive concern.” He glanced at Barov. “Also, I intend to raise everyone’s salary.”

Barov blinked. “Raise… the salary?”

“The City Hall is no longer a dozen people managing a small town’s affairs. The workload has increased substantially, and compensation should reflect that. From this month onward, your monthly salary is five gold royals. The same proportional increase applies to your apprentices and assistants.” Roland spread a hand, preempting objection. “The total additional cost is no more than twenty to thirty gold royals per month. Manageable.”

Five gold royals was not generous in absolute terms for a position of Barov’s influence — Roland knew that. But he also knew that what Barov valued was not merely the coin. It was the responsibility. The authority to manage Border Town’s revenues and expenditures, to produce the statistics, to be the person to whom the numbers answered. So far, with no regulatory oversight established and the power to handle accounts directly, Barov could theoretically have multiplied his income a hundredfold. There had been no indication of corruption. At all.

Nightingale’s presence, of course, was part of what made that reliability so reliable. No one hid anything from her gaze.

“One final matter,” Roland continued. “By the end of the Months of Demons, I intend to officially establish a city here. Border Town will be upgraded to a formal city. The western boundary will reach the barbarian wasteland; the eastern boundary will be Longsong Stronghold; the southern boundary, the hills and the ocean. With city walls and the mountains as natural barriers, the area will exceed King’s City in size — exceed any other city in the Four Kingdoms.”

He let that settle before finishing.

“Attend to your work accordingly. Carry yourselves with the bearing the founding of a city requires.” He paused, and his voice slowed. “I hope that our city — even in the depths of a boundless winter — stays as warm as spring.”

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