At that moment, Lind was inspecting the Falling Star Valley Town outside Black Iron City.
Legend has it that during the reign of Duke Lars, a star fell here, but the so-called star was confiscated by the tower before Duke Lars had even taken a good look at it.
The only thing left might just be the name of this valley and town.
If given the chance in the future, Lind would still like to see what the meteorite fragments from this world looked like, but for now, Lind had to focus on farming.
This was true both in terms of symbolic meaning and literal meaning.
The guards did not dare to let Lind do heavy labor, but Lind still tried to turn over some soil and confirmed the fertility of the farmland here and the suitable crops for sowing with the accompanying Grand Druid.
If it weren’t for Lauri and White’s firm opposition, Lind would have thought about visiting the front lines, after all, some issues could only be understood by witnessing them on the battlefield.
However, this suggestion was strongly opposed by the generals; the war had already started due to the assassination, and what if something unexpected happened at the front lines?
Thus, Lind’s previous activities had not been extensive.
After the surrender of White Frost Fortress, the pressure on Lind’s side was significantly alleviated. After slightly digesting the acquired territory, Lauri’s First Army Group and White’s Third Army Group would be able to launch a general offensive.
As for the Fifth Army Group, Lind looked towards Ulanda, stationed not far away. To be honest, Ulanda’s position could be considered as a very perfunctory decision, but after all, she was one of the first to join Jefferson, representing the old noble faction. There had been no particularly suitable candidates before, so Ulanda had to take the position for now.
One could only say that a person’s fate does not only rely on personal efforts but also has to take into account the development of history. Ulanda, originally a small knight commander of Fasen Town, had now become the commander of the Fifth Army Group, albeit her role was largely symbolic.
Ulanda was also very aware of her ornamental position; the Fifth Army Group was still managed by Lind and Lena, as Ulanda’s significance in this position was greater than its practical significance.
“It’s so hot, isn’t it better to honestly stay in the study?”
Tia fanned herself with a fan while holding a book.
The Grand Druid of the Elf Clan, seeing Tia like this, couldn’t help but speak out: “Princess Tia, you should lose some weight.”
Upon hearing this, Tia immediately put down the book, nervously pinched her small belly, and asked Lind, “Have I gained weight?”
“I think it’s fine.”
Lind looked her up and down; at least from a human perspective, Tia hadn’t changed much.
Tia let out a sigh of relief but decided that she needed to pay a little more attention to her diet and schedule in the future.
At this moment, Lena had just returned from hunting and said, “Spring in the Northern Border is already considered a bit cool, it’s even somewhat too cold.”
On this inspection trip, Lind was worried that Lena was getting bored in Graywhite Territory; she shouldn’t be confined to the laboratory and military.
Thus, this time, Lind took Lena out to play under the guise of an inspection, refusing almost all social engagements along the way. Watching Lena’s smile become brighter, Lind couldn’t help but smile as well.
After boasting about the game she had hunted, Lena looked at the farmers working in the other fields.
Among these people, some were originally serfs of the local territory, while others were ordinary farmers, but now there was no distinction. The biggest difference was that serfs were generally thinner and wore less clothing, only a single layer.
Lena had organized donations during several previous inspections, but later found that it was merely treating the symptoms, and it was necessary for these serfs to become prosperous on their own.
However, Lind still strongly supported these kinds of donations, as it was greatly beneficial to Lena’s reputation. But donations couldn’t be held frequently, so Lind simply created a foundation under Lena’s name.
The purpose was not only for precise poverty alleviation but also to support talented children among the poor.
In the fields, besides Lind and his party who were there for the inspection, there were also the farmers and the nobles and officials who had rushed to the fields to put on a show after hearing that Lind was coming.
However, those officials quickly left to do their jobs after Lind kicked them a couple of times, giving the formalities a good kick in the backside, leaving only those nobles who wanted to show their faces in front of Lind.
But now those nobles in the fields were crying out in distress because Colin was staring intently at them from the edge of the field. Any noble who was not diligently farming would receive a warning glare with the whip from Colin.
Colin had been extremely unhappy recently; although Lind granted him the power to supervise the officials, Colin’s actions had gone a bit too far, often appearing behind an official like a ghost, questioning them about their loyalty to Lind.
Although most of the officials treated in such a manner were indeed not very loyal, these officials had not committed any wrongdoing themselves.
Not to mention that every move of these officials seemed to be monitored by Colin, Lind had received numerous reports from Colin, detailing even what a certain official ate daily and how much they defecated, with evidence to boot.
Originally, the examination system was already very strict, and with Colin’s unrelenting monitoring, some officials were overwhelmed and began to suspect that the servants they employed were all spies planted by Colin. The most terrifying thing was that many of these officials’ delusions were mostly true.
As a result, Lind had no choice but to step in and warn his brother-in-law, and some of Colin’s actions had indeed crossed the line. At the very least, everything needed to be handled according to the law, and private punishment was absolutely not allowed; Graywhite Territory did not engage in espionage politics.
Lind repeatedly emphasized to Colin that he was the supervisor of Graywhite Territory, not Lind’s hunting dog.
Colin felt as if his world had collapsed; he was merely a supervisor of Graywhite Territory, not a loyal hunting dog to his brother-in-law.
Now, Colin was boiling with anger, having shifted his rage from those officials to the old nobles. Although Colin obediently did not enact private punishments, the very identity of the governor’s brother-in-law was already extremely oppressive.
Colin’s gaze, which could almost kill, made Lind look at Lena, who had just returned from hunting, and then think of the well-behaved Ruby and reliable Sean, only to wonder how these four siblings of Lars managed to be so completely different from one another.
After inspecting the fields, Lind then went to see the soldiers of Doug’s army who were repairing water supply facilities.
Most of them were ordinary soldiers from the Beitang Defensive Line. At least they had strength and worked very hard, especially after the good news from White Frost Fortress.
Now, the infrastructure of Lind’s territory, especially in terms of roads, had been comprehensively rolled out. The railway projects, which had been stagnant due to manpower issues, were also gradually getting underway, all thanks to Doug.
Not only were most of the funds for infrastructure and railroads provided by Doug and the royal capital, but most of the people were also from Doug’s army.
Lind had read all the letters sent by Pierre of the Laurent Family, including those from nobles in the Northern Border.
For those nobles who still wished to sit on the fence, Jefferson probably had many words to say.
But it didn’t matter; Lind just needed to make an example of some nobles who were entangled with the Demon Clan. Unlike the Laurent Family’s merely strategic cooperation with the Demon Clan, these nobles were genuinely deeply bound.
When Lind concluded his day of inspections and returned to the temporary residence, Lucanus emerged from the shadows: “My king, there is intelligence from the royal capital and a letter from King An Zhu for you.”
“King An Zhu?”
Curious, Lind took the intelligence and letter from Lucanus’s hands. Since they were given together, it implied that the letter from King An Zhu was related to the latest news from the royal capital.
King An Zhu probably despised beating around the bush, as Lind saw a very straightforward opening as soon as he opened the envelope. In summary, it conveyed a single message: dear Northern Border Governor of the Cape Kingdom, I want to marry your sister.
