This was the first time he set foot outside the Red Tide Territory, onto other lands within his rule.
The reason, well, could be summed up in two words: too busy.
War, reconstruction, food, refugees, winter preparations, administrative systems, the Northern Territory affairs of the Calvin Clan...
Each one was enough to exhaust an ordinary person.
"But despite the busyness, I am still the Lord." He leaned against the carriage window, a rare hint of anticipation in his eyes. "I really want to see what the Cold Fir Territory has become under my policies."
If the situation was ideal, the people lived and worked happily, tax revenues were stable, and the grassroots officials were efficient.
Then he could confidently pat someone's shoulder and say, "Well done."
But if that wasn't the case?
"Hmph..." A smile played on his lips, "Then... everyone's getting removed and re-evaluated."
