Volume 2: Funeral Song of Crows Chapter 3 First Citizen
The day after William came here, he found that he didn't seem to need to sleep anymore.
His strong mental strength made it difficult for him to feel mental fatigue. Even if he read historical documents intensively for several days in a row, the mental burden on him was no more than the need to yawn a few times.
The only time he felt a little tired was when he was testing the upper limit of his magic power. After renovating the underground training range of Offa University dozens of times with various magics, he finally felt a little sleepy.
But it was also to the extent that it was completely eliminated after a few minutes of meditation.
Later, he asked Vincent and others and learned that basically after one's mental strength reaches the master level, the need for sleep can be replaced by meditation.
Before traveling through time, William was a night owl. It was not until he reached middle age and his body began to suffer from it that he gradually improved and adjusted his work and rest time. Now that he has such a talent, he will definitely use it to his advantage.
After finishing the follow-up work related to the ceremony, William first worked with Vincent for several days to deal with the administrative problems of the Rose Palace, which was basically in a semi-paralyzed state, so that the operation of the government gradually returned to normal. After that, Vincent easily got the hang of things.
After all, when the undead tide hit, Vincent had naturally taken over the leadership of all the armed forces in Thorn City. In addition, he himself was the strongest magic caster in Thorn City. After Duke Simon was declared "missing", it was natural for him, the chief adviser, to serve as the "temporary" leader.
Of course, this still involves the issue of how to deal with Simon Wald's last family members.
Mrs. Simon died of typhoid fever in her early years. The only descendant of the Wald family is Simon's son. He was previously in charge of the Source Silver Chamber of Commerce in Thorn City. Before William went to the Holy Tomb, that man had instructed Vincent to remember to control the undead tide immediately after it receded.
Afterwards, William went to the secret dungeon in person to meet him and confirmed that the other party was a good-for-nothing who had no outstanding qualities except drinking and playing with women.
At first, William was very confused as to why Simon, a man who had been able to endure and plan for more than 20 years and was worthy of being called a hero, would raise such a textbook-like playboy.
But then he suddenly realized that since Simon planned to obtain the authority of Vera the God of Death through the King's Ceremony, he had never considered the issue of an heir. Rather than teaching his child a bunch of ruling techniques that he would never use until his death, it would be better to let him live a life of drunkenness and dreaming in a place like the Source Silver Merchants Guild where he could just lie down and collect money.
It's just a pity for those ministers who thought that as the Duke's only child, he would definitely succeed to the throne in the future, so they kept trying to curry favor with him.
However, there were some differences between William and Vincent on how to deal with the last bloodline of Wald.
William meant that it would be better to eliminate the trouble once and for all, but Vincent wanted to give the other party some money and let him hide his identity and disappear like his father.
But in the end, William agreed to Vincent's solution.
"Thank you for your kindness. I thought you would insist on this matter."
Vincent asked this question in confusion, after feeling relieved.
He knew very well that William's approach was the safest and least troublesome plan, but if he really had to wipe out the last bloodline of his old friend from this world, he really couldn't do it.
But William shook his head when he heard this:
"Mercy? No, I just suddenly realized that there must be many people in this palace who don't agree with your rule in their hearts, and with the promulgation of new policies in the future, there will be even more such people. It will be too troublesome if they jump out one after another, and I definitely don't have that much energy to spend here, so it's better to leave such a banner, and wait for them to jump out by themselves, and then solve them once and for all."
There is no way to educate and select management talents in this world. Basically, there are only two ways to become a manager - bloodline and force. Of course, most of the time, these two are the front and back of the same coin. So even though William thinks the current management methods of the courtiers and nobles are extremely inefficient, he has to admit that they are the most experienced group of people in management. At least the basic order at the moment still needs to be maintained by them.
Among these people, there must be many people with their own evil intentions. How to filter them all out is also a big problem. Although William can work 24 hours a day now, he doesn't want to spend his time on such a high-input, low-return thing.
So instead of actively screening, it is better to wait for them to jump out on their own.
After hearing what the other party said, Vincent felt cold sweat on his back. He hesitated and said:
"If he really wants to remain anonymous..."
"Then he can really live a peaceful life, and he won't even die from being framed by others."
As William spoke, he looked outside the Thorn City and saw the fat man in a gray robe riding a black horse gradually going away.
And the [Ghost of Death] floating closely behind him, which no one could see except William himself.
As long as he is not besieged by three or more legendary magic casters, his safety can basically be guaranteed 100%.
William thought of this and withdrew his gaze from the ghost holding an invisible sickle. Then he looked at Vincent and said:
"But I doubt he can do that, so I suggest you be mentally prepared. But don't worry, you won't be ."
He patted Vincent's shoulder as if to comfort him, then walked down the stairs of the city wall.
Vincent was silent about this. If things were really as Lord William said, then even he would have no choice but to make that choice.
I hope not...
At this time, William, who was halfway down the stairs, suddenly turned around and said to Vincent who was lost in thought:
"By the way, now that you've sent that person away, have you thought about your new title? You can't always issue orders in the name of Chief Advisor or Regent, right? That will make you more and more passive in the future."
"But since you don't want me to call myself the Duke of Thorns, and you also rejected my proposal to be crowned the King of Blackwater, I really can't think of a better title for the time being."
Vincent said strangely.
It is understandable that he is unwilling to continue to inherit the title of Duke of Thorns. After all, this title, which is conferred by the Royal Family of Riel, represents the rule of the empire. But this man is obviously a hero from the era of the Seven Kingdoms a thousand years ago, but for some reason he seems to hate the title of "King".
"Uh...yes, let me think about it..."
The other party replied.
Then the man stood on the stairs and thought for a while, during which time Vincent vaguely heard him muttering several words he could not understand.
After a while, he asked, "You are now calling all adults who live in the city and have registered their household registration information citizens, right?"
Vincent nodded.
"How about the new title be First Citizen?"
Strange title.
But it seems... this is a very suitable choice? It doesn't seem to be overstepping one's bounds nor does it seem like one is using someone else's power.
Vincent pondered the title for a moment, and the more he thought about it, the more it seemed appropriate.
Whether it is for the nobles in the Rose Palace today or for the hundreds of thousands of residents in Thorn City, it will not be too difficult to accept.
At least it won't cause a violent backlash.
If he crowned himself the King of Blackwater right now, there would be several conflicts. And if he couldn't calm them down quickly, it might even lead to a civil war.
"Your Excellency, I think this should be fine. No, there is probably no better choice than this at the moment."
After hearing what he said, that person suddenly smiled as if some little trick had been accomplished.
"That's good. That's good."
The other person turned around with a smile and continued walking down the stairs.
Vincent asked subconsciously:
"My Lord, where are you going next?"
The other party replied:
"Go to church, and deal with the trouble caused by lending things out casually before."
