"My compatriots, let us thank our ancestors and gods for their blessings. Without their guidance and help, we would not have the wonderful life we have now!"
Snorri presided over the first sacrificial ceremony in the Southern World Edge Mountains as usual. In order to better relieve the negative emotions of the tribesmen, he did not hesitate to travel and travel, and went to the Spider Web Mountain to make up for it again.
In the early stages of the construction of the territory, materials were not so abundant, and certain in-demand commodities, such as drinks, were limited to each clan member, so they could not be freely consumed, which inevitably led to some complaints.
Snorri certainly knew that the best way to solve this problem was to build a brewery or even form a brewers' guild, but it was definitely not a wise move to use these precious resources for brewing when the food was not self-sufficient.
"Telegram from Eternal Peak, my king!"
On the first working day of the new year, the telegraph operator knocked on Snorri's office.
"The Hatred Conference?" The Lord of the Southland muttered as he watched. This year is the 6950th year of the dwarven calendar, and it is the right time for the Hatred Conference to be held once every fifty years. "Why are you notified so early? Shouldn't it be held at the end of the year?
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"Oh, that's because there was no telegraph equipment originally!" Snorri patted his head. In the past, the only way to communicate between the various mountain fortresses was through messengers, and the hate conference also required a lot of extra work in addition to summarizing hate articles.
These functions require time to prepare.
"Reply the telegram to me and I will attend in person!"
Snorri stroked his beard, and he should go in person for all reasons. Firstly, this was his first meeting after becoming king, and secondly, Karaz-a-Karak was his hometown.
It’s been a long time since I went back.
"I should leave early. Not only might I be late if I get stuck on time, I might also be robbed and killed by hostile forces!"
After sending Nori away, Snorri muttered to himself that the high-ranking dwarves attending the meeting had a history of being robbed and killed. The main culprit was an elf at one time, but now the Skaven have taken over the banner.
Having made up his mind, Snorri resumed his daily work. He needed to establish a system as soon as possible to ensure that the territory could operate as usual when he went to the meeting. If the dwarf lords directly arranged their blood relatives, it would be over, but Snow
There are no conditions for doing that.
The clan he came from suffered heavy losses in the Great Holy War, otherwise it would not have been the turn of Thorgreen, a side clan, to take over the throne. The only eldest brother is the lord of Shanhu Castle, and the remaining relatives are far away and cannot be appointed as the lord of the city.
heavy responsibility.
"Let's establish a Presbyterian system. It seems that this kind of political soil is more suitable now. But the problem of human beings needs to be discussed. How many seats should be given to them?"
Snorri began to knock on the table again. He felt that the total number of elders per fortress was seven, which was appropriate. No more, no less, and an odd number, which was more convenient during voting.
"Now let's give a quota and send a representative to build a communication bridge. Now humans have to focus on reclaiming the land. It won't be too late to make adjustments after they solve their own problems."
The lord's wishes were quickly implemented, and the order to elect a council of elders was conveyed in three cities and a large construction site. This news caused a large number of immigrants to move in, and the Southland, which was already undercurrent, was boiling.
The response from the compatriots was very strong. Didn't they come here all the way just to have more opportunities? There were overt and covert canvassing activities in the Plateau Castle where Snorri was stationed, not to mention the other forts.
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The newly built West Factory became active, and the dwarves still didn't know the role of the secret police. Many people didn't know that when they formed gangs and connected with each other in the tavern, there were pairs of sharp eyes watching secretly.
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"The means of struggle are quite primitive!"
Looking at the reports compiled by Andermg, Snorri showed a somewhat relaxed expression. What satisfied him was that the tribesmen participating in the competition did not use any despicable means such as frame-up or assassination.
Competition is still limited to the traditional public order and good customs of the dwarves.
"Based on the list I approved!" Snorri threw out a notice with twenty-eight names written on it.
"What about me? I can't afford the position of elder!"
Andermg was slightly startled. He found his name among the seven people in Plateau Castle, but his title was not "Governor of the West Factory", but the official head of the special ranger unit.
"Of course beard and skill are important references, but the era of using them as the guideline has passed!" Snorri looked at the young man opposite, and he inserted a few relatively young but capable guys into the list, Hull
Eric of the Hein clan is also on this list.
The time traveler knows what he wants, and he has to concentrate the power in his own hands so that he can accomplish the big things that follow.
What the Southland will build is a "municipal assembly" that implements its own policies, rather than the policy-making institutions of the old world composed of big clans and guilds.
"There are people from Cathay asking to see you!"
Halfway through the year, Snorri was observing the results of the council's trusteeship and packing the things he was going to take back to the Eternal Peak. At this moment, the messenger knocked on his office again.
"Please, I can go back with the caravan!" Whatever he wanted, Snorri was thinking about the gifts he wanted to bring back, when the Cathay people came to the door.
"Greetings to you, King Snorri!" Linghu Zhengde walked in with a cheerful face. It seemed that his future and money prospects were very bright.
"Long time no see, what can you do..." The dwarf king was attracted by the man behind the translator before he finished his greeting.
It was a gorgeously dressed Cathay woman who looked weak, but that was not the key. Snorri felt the power of darkness from her body.
"boom!"
He reached out and made a move, and the warhammer flew into his hand. Snorri weighed it, and the tacit understanding of his arms and fingers brought him a strong sense of security.
"snort!"
Gotrek was on duty today. Although he didn't smell the enemy's scent immediately, he reacted immediately when he saw the lord's movements.
"Vampire, what are you doing here? My mountains do not welcome you blasphemous creations!" Snorri pointed his hammer at the Cathay woman.
"Dwarf king with both wealth and wisdom, listen to what Wan'er has to say! I am the heroine of Bihai, Shangyi, and I am here on the order of Zongji!" The woman bowed her hands and sent them to this place.
Nori showed no hostility in front of him.
"Are there vampires in Cathay? Can the dragon gods tolerate you?"
"Vampire? It seems that this is our name in the West. In Cathay, we are called the Jade Blood Clan, serving His Majesty and his heirs." The vampire who calls himself Wan'er has learned the common language and communication in his long life.
