The communication with Pittman did not achieve Gao Wen's initial purpose, but it had unexpected gains.

He did not understand anything related to the essence of magic from the druid's ritual spells. Originally, he thought that based on his time traveler's imagination and Gowen Cecil's knowledge, he would have an epiphany after witnessing the "magic wonder" of the druid spell, but it turned out that he was thinking a little too much. But on the other hand, he heard the other party's "small insights" about divine arts and magic from Pitman.

It is not that humans steal the authority of the gods, but that gods cut off the power that already belongs to humans.

To be honest, although Gowen Cecil is known as half a erudite, it is also blessed by the boastful elements. He does know a lot, but it is just because he has a wide knowledge and makes friends in the pioneering journey. A lot of knowledge belongs to the category of broad but not meticulous in his memory. For example, the history of Druids Gowen knew from his memory that Druids was a complete and unified religion three thousand years ago. Because of the "Fallen White Star" incident three thousand years ago, it was disintegrated from religious organizations and transformed into several academic factions. At the same time, in this process, natural divine magic also transformed into the current druid magic. However, in the details of this history, the memories he inherited were obviously not as good as Pittman, a druid who had received orthodox heritage (although it always seems very unreasonable).

Since all druid factions attach great importance to knowledge inheritance, "school history" has become a basic lesson that druids must master. In addition, the druid inheritance relies heavily on the elves, and their inheritance was not affected by the demon tide seven hundred years ago. The three thousand years of time difference made Gao Wen, the "ancient man", not particularly advantageous to Pitman in history, compared with Pitman, in terms of historical issues, so what Pitman knows, Gao Wen may not necessarily know.

It is precisely because he clearly knows how the druid priests used divine arts three thousand years ago and the process of the evolution of divine arts to magic that Pitman made the astonishing conclusion that “it is not that humans steal the authority of gods, but that gods cut off the power that already belongs to humans.”

Of course, Gao Wen knew that this conclusion was just one-sided by Pittman, so he naturally could not take it directly, but it seemed that it was not impossible to consider the ideas of gods.

...

After sending the Byron Knights out for several days, the plan to increase the population of the territory has finally gradually improved.

As Gao Wen had expected at the beginning, compared to recruiting refugees, recruiting craftsmen, promoting and introducing immigrants, etc., the only way to truly reliable and stable population is to buy serfs and slave labor.

Everyone is not stupid. Who would come to cultivate land and farm at the foot of the Dark Mountains if there is a little way out?

Far away from the border of civilization, next to the wasteland of Gondor, the entire New Cecil territory was completely built at the gates of hell. The decline of the southern border for a hundred years and the dark stories that have been circulating among the people have already dyed this land with a strong terror. Everyone firmly believes that this place is a deadly wasteland. The ancestor of the Cecil family led people here to open up wasteland because they were lying in the coffin for too long. His mind changed. Will people who have no problem come here?

Oh, someone posted two notices and then stood up and a propagandist shouted loudly, announcing that this place was safe and livable, and it also included food, accommodation and distribution. What a scam?

In this era, the people's numbness is beyond imagination, and their ability to endure poverty is beyond imagination. They would rather stay in their homes where they cannot maintain food and clothing than go to a legendary and fierce place to risk life, because they can neither see nor imagine what life in the distance will look like. For most people, the cost of taking risks once leaving their hometowns is so high that they cannot bear it once they make a mistake in their choice, they will be doomed.

Therefore, the first batch of people who came to the territory were all slaves, serfs, slave laborers, indentured slaves purchased from nearby territories by the Byron Knights and their subordinates. Thanks to the abundant funds, the number of people sent to the first batch reached as many as 300.

And more slaves are still on the road or in the cage of slave traders.

Of course, Gao Wen did not let these slaves enter the camp directly and mingle with the leaders. He had ordered people in advance to level up a large area of ​​open space near the forest on the west side of the territory, and built a large number of tents and simple fences. The slaves transported from the dock must first conduct basic identity registration and physical examinations in a temporary quarantine camp on the bank of the river, record their names and roughly determine their health before they will be taken to the new camp by the soldiers.

After that, these newly added populations will stay in the independent camp for at least two months. During the day, the supervisors will lead them to various workplaces, work with people in the territory, and in the process, they will use their personal experience to learn the basic order and laws of the land. At night, they will be sent back to their independent camp. Before going to sleep, they must listen to the "Cecil Basic Law" and the "General Chapter of the Labor System" read to them by the soldiers to understand the new personnel management system on this land, and most importantly

The way to gain freedom.

Gao Wen called this process "buffer".

After two months of adaptation and study, the expiration of slaves will undergo a simple investigation, which is actually a retelling of what they taught them on weekdays, and in addition, they will understand their work and adaptation from the leaders who work with them on weekdays. If both aspects meet the standards, an alien slave will be officially accepted into the Cecil territory. If one does not meet the standards... he will return to the "buffer camp" and continue to receive education.

The buffer system that Gao Wen thought of was just a prototype, which was used to prevent a large number of foreign population from rashly integrating into the territory and destroying the order he finally established. However, he knew that there must be many imperfections in this system. Whether it is the time required for buffering, the content of education and training, or the standards and accuracy of subsequent evaluations, they all need to be adjusted and improved slowly, but as long as this buffer system is available, at least the risk of out-of-control situations can be avoided.

The docks on the Baishui River are busier than ever before. Cargo ships hired from Tanzan Town are unloading a new batch of serfs and mine slave workers. The Cecil combat soldiers wearing a complete set of extraordinary armed forces stared at the scene with all their attention. Although maintaining order lacks a little "humanitarianism", the fact is that only when these soldiers are unsheathed can those serfs and serfs who are chaotic will know how to queue up and pass the gaps reserved on the dock fence in order.

Hetty led a group of people who were selected from the aid group of 100 people and who knew the numbers to register the basic information of the slaves here. When another slave left in front of her, she couldn't help but rub her forehead.

This is the third "Sam" she saw today.

Almost few slaves would have decent names, and no one would seriously name them (including their parents). Usually, slave traders would give them a name casually when they found a buyer. What good names can those slave traders who also lack much knowledge come up with?

The better ones give me a "Sam" or "Home", and the lesser ones call me a "fool" and a "big guy".

Moreover, the slaves could not tell their age and origin. When asked what they were good at, they could not think of any technology, but various answers such as "strong", "hard work", and "fast eating".

But she also has to continue the population registration work, because a lot of information is better than those who do not register.

Fortunately, my ancestors were foresighted and thought of numbering these people, even if their names are very repetitive, they are not afraid of repetition if they have numbers. Moreover, they only need to remember their numbers at present, so they will not forget this, right?

Hetty lowered his head and sorted out the few forms that had just been filled. At this time, an extremely tall figure blocked the sunshine in front of her.

She raised her head and saw Gao Wen's face.

She hurriedly wanted to stand up: "Ancestor, you are here!"

"You sit down," Gao Wen waved his hand and looked back at the dock. He found that there were fewer people gathering. It seemed that today's registration work was coming to an end. "How do you feel?"

"To be honest, I feel more and more that the 'organizational management' you told me before is really necessary," Hetty wanted to cry. "I never thought that writing a few forms would be so tired... How good would it be to hand it over to others?"

"General education and night schools have begun, and more and more people will recognize words in the territory. I have sent a letter to ask the Byron Knight to find clerks and teachers. Even if they have high salaries, they have to dig up a few, and the situation will improve."

"I hope," Hetty pounded his waist. "You have planned a large management organization for me, but 70% or 80% of the positions above are empty. You have to fill the staff. God knows how long it will take."

Gao Wen smiled and changed the subject: "Today is it only serfs and slave workers?"

"Yes, there are only serfs and slave workers," Hetty glanced at the table in his hand. "Oh no, there are also refugees... They are a family of three, probably because they have no way to live. They boarded the boat arranged by the Byron Knight with the mentality of no difference between dying in the dark mountains and starving outside the town. I have arranged their residences according to the standards of free people."

Gao Wen frowned: "Are there only three people..."

"There is nothing to do," Hetty sighed softly, "even homeless refugees, few people are willing to come to the Dark Mountains. They do not know the real situation here and dare not come."

"I have asked the Byron Knight to use his 'channel' to spread the news," Gao Wen's brows quickly unfolded. "For many people at the bottom of society, the news circulating in taverns and homeless people is always more reliable than the news posted by the nobles on the bulletin board. I believe that after the rumors spread, there will be refugees willing to come here to try their luck."

Hetty blinked, his face suddenly became strange: "It's the way you sent people to spread rumors everywhere when you went to the royal capital?"

She actually wanted to say "tricks", but considering that she was so old that she might be embarrassed to be chased by her ancestors, she used a neutral statement.

"Please call this influencing public opinion." Gao Wen reminded seriously.

At this moment, a lazy voice suddenly floated over from the air beside you: "You really can't see these strange words in your mouth."

Gao Wen knew who he was talking without looking back: "Amber, can you use a more normal way to rush on the road? Every time he had to run around in Shadow Strike?"

As he finished speaking, an amber gradually appeared in the air. The half-elf lady jumped out of the shadow state, not taking Gao Wen's lesson at all: "I tell you, the food is about to start in the camp. I'll be kind enough to come and greet you for dinner..."

As expected, this guy can only appear at mealtime.

Gao Wen glanced at Amber with amusement and tears, and was about to say something, but at this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from not far away.

Gao Wenxun looked over and saw that the last slave who was registering was standing in front of another registration not far away, and the noise came from the recording officer who was responsible for registration. The recording officer was very loud: "Name, I ask you the name, don't just sway it!"

However, the slave standing in front of the recorder just stood in a daze, as if he had some illness and could not maintain balance, constantly shaking his body slightly, turning a deaf ear to the sounds outside.

The recorder's voice became louder: "Hey, are there any problems with your ears?! I asked you for your name! Or do you mean you don't understand the common language?!"

The slave seemed to have finally reacted, but he just looked at the recorder with his turbid eyes, and his body shaking became even more violent, and even began to tremble significantly.

The recorder was stared at the other party's turbid, lifeless gaze, and couldn't help but feel a little shy: "You...what do you mean?! Soldier, soldier!"
Chapter completed!