The First Magic World War-Chapter 656 - 621

Chapter 656: 621.

Attacking the Second Evil God Chapter 656: 621.

Attacking the Second Evil God Naturally, these nobles wouldn’t pack up and move to Ojibwa Island at this time, nor would they likely relocate there even after the war had ended.

They would continue to live their lives of luxury in Brittany, simply extracting large amounts of taxes from their domains each year to fund their hedonistic lifestyles.

These nobles from Inglima weren’t worried that Charles would refuse them, after all, the land under Duke Mecklen’s dominion was Song Spirit Island, not Ojibwa Island.

Although Charles acted as if Ojibwa Island was his own, even constructing a Great Temple of the Serpent of Destiny, every major noble needed vassals.

No great noble could manage such extensive lands on their own; they all required subordinates to handle portions of their territories, who in turn paid taxes to their overlords—a tolerable arrangement when considering that managing land was far more laborious than collecting taxes.

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This wasn’t solely an Inglima tradition; it was the same throughout the Old Continent.

Inside every domain of the dukes and earls, there was a host of lesser nobles who squeezed the residents dry and offered services ranging from tax collection to warfare.

They even provided family members—for instance, many ladies-in-waiting serving the wives of great nobles were of noble birth themselves.

Ordinary peasants’ daughters would not have access to such privileged positions.

Emperor Alfred Guillaume didn’t reject the requests but passed them all to Charles to handle as he saw fit.

Charles was quite straightforward and made a requirement of all the nobles seeking land on Ojibwa Island: they must send people to aid in the war effort.

The amount of land granted would be proportional to the population sent.

He even considerately explained that these didn’t have to be soldiers—any people would do.

When word of this got back to Brittany, Duke Mecklen’s reputation soared even higher amidst a chorus of praises.

Quite promptly, the prisons in Brittany were emptied by the nobles, with a prisoner fetching as much as a shilling and a half.

Then, it was the turn of the wandering homeless of Brittany, who were basking in the sun sincerely before being bagged in burlap sacks.

Even the common thieves and gang members, whose heads had become a precious commodity in Brittany, were dragged from their hideouts and sent off to Ojibwa Island.

This led to an unexpected, almost overnight improvement in Brittany’s already poor public safety.

The movement quickly spread to the children and adults of the impoverished, these ordinary individuals being transported onto ships bound for Ojibwa Island via various illegal and downright dismissive methods by the nobles.

Charles, undiscriminating, accepted all these people.

First, they were arranged to take baths, undergo health checks, and change into new clothes, before being sent off to cultivate Spirit Island.

After all, it was in Mecklen Duchy where there was a critical labor shortage.

The domain ruled by Charles was systems ahead of the Old Continent by several generations, which led to a perpetual shortage of labor, particularly for the insatiable maw of land development.

Charles did not “eat his words”; indeed, he arranged land on the inland of Ojibwa Island for the Inglima nobles, proportional to the number of people sent.

Of course, the lands that Charles allocated were mostly still within the domains of the Evil God!

Nonetheless, these nobles from Inglima would not come to Ojibwa Island and had no idea where their land actually was.

Given that it was wartime, they dared not inspect their domains, so they could only indulge in wild imaginations about their lands’ productivity based on Charles’ convoluted standards of super fertile, grade one fertile, grade two fertile! and the like.

Indeed, these nobles had no other strategies for managing their lands apart from running them as agricultural estates.

Cruz was now busier than ever.

Originally just the administrator of Cappadocia, he found himself promoted to managing the entirety of Song Spirit Island as Charles had become the Duke.

Charles had yet to issue a new title for him, but his authority had already expanded exponentially.

Because Charles had always been dedicated to combating human trafficking and never discriminated against the locals, particularly in how he managed Cappadocia, which benefited countless people, his prestige among the natives of Song Spirit Island was quite high.

After becoming the lord of Song Spirit Island, the island was filled with joy and enthusiasm, and there were no voices of opposition.

Well, there should have been some dissenting voices, but they all headed to the Agres Archipelago.

Charles’s continuous influx of a large population also led to a dramatic change in the population structure of Song Spirit Island, and no one cared anymore about where they came from.

Instead, they paid more attention to the industry they were in, as it was closely related to each person.

With another wave of population from Inglima arriving, Song Spirit Island also entered a period of rapid development, where Cruz, after wrapping up a day’s government affairs, sat on the balcony sipping tea and took a short rest.

A Great Act Devil gently approached and gave him a simple shoulder massage, making Cruz feel so comfortable that he wished to enjoy this moment forever.

Charles was never stingy with his subordinates; since Cruz and Simon did not have the opportunity to board the Holy Light Divine State Title or enjoy the pleasure of Hot Spring Mountain or Mount Gundis, he sent over a batch of Great Act Devils.

Officially they were female service officers, providing standard services to officials of various levels on Song Spirit Island.

Cruz picked out just one Great Act Devil, and now he found it difficult to part with this creature’s daily attire.

Nearly all the Great Act Devils, under the intentional or unintentional selection of Charles, were proficient in various skills such as massage, cooking, pastry, translation, playing cards, possessing super high memory, handling daily chores, and even bodyguard functions, primarily offering emotional value.

Just as Cruz was enjoying the rare quietude of the day, Simon burst into his residence, shouting, “Cruz, have you heard?”

“The Duke is about to launch an attack on the second Evil God again.”

“We must be well-prepared for the logistics, how is the collection of the grain, vegetables, and fruits you are responsible for going?”

Ojibwa Island is very barren, almost undeveloped, and incapable of providing everything a large army needs for a campaign.

All these supplies have to be sent from Song Spirit Island.

Song Spirit Island itself couldn’t provide so many resources, so purchases had to be made from various places.

Fortunately, the development of the Agres Archipelago was showing early signs of success, and a steady stream of resources transported from the Agres Sea greatly alleviated the crisis.

Kres smiled slightly and said, “I have already arranged everything.

A new batch of supplies will soon depart and be transported to Ojibwa Island.”

At this very moment, Charles was indeed preparing to force the second Evil God out of its domain.

Within its domain, the power of the Evil God was virtually limitless, and it had to be lured out to have a chance of being slain.

However, the Evil God he had chosen was quite cunning.

Despite Charles’s several attempts to test it, It remained unmoved, even preferring to endure the crisis of its domain shrinking rather than venturing out to strike.