Dyon scanned the room silently, his gaze caused the ministers to feel a level of nervousness they had never felt before. Was this truly their King? When had his presence beco so overwhelming?
Whereas so had broken out into a cold sweat, so of the more elderly and quiet ministers who had participated in the debate silently nodded to themselves, happy with the growth of their King. It seed that every sovereign needed so pressure in order to grow.
Finally, Dyon spoke. “Bring a collection of every important event that had occurred up to ten years prior to my father’s death.” Luckily, Dyon’s grand teacher wasn’t to sadistic and had given him so fragnted mories. But, it was clear that it wasn’t nearly enough. “Include detailed information about everyone in our village, and all notable figures within our enemies.
“During this ti, prepare logistics,” Dyon would never forget sothing like this. After all, his mother was the head of Logistics&Intelligence, he always understood the importance of detailed intelligence and support. However, since Dyon expected the confusion on the faces of the ministers at this request, he had already prepared to give a detailed explanation. “This will include food rations enough for a year, manufacture tents of furs for weather and easy transport, carriages and beasts for safe travel. Do not forget to ration for the beasts as well, they are our ans of swift movent and protection, they cannot be neglected.”
A flood of commands sprung from Dyon’s mouth. Every word seed like a stroke of genius and insight that so of the ministers really felt like they were in a dream.
“We won’t be working under the sa laws as we would in peace ti. For the foreseeable future, unless I say otherwise, all decisions will be made through . As of now, these are the rules.
“No one is allowed to leave the village. You are only allowed to enter.
“Food is not allowed to be horded. Have the formation experts do a thorough scan of every inch of this village. The food will be redistributed appropriately by gender, weight and age.
“Everyone is only allowed three sets of clothing. As for other valuables, if they don’t have the ability to put it into a spatial ring, leave it. When those unable to fight leave this village, the only things they should be holding is that ring, their clothes, and their tent. Everything else will be handled by others. If you see anyone hording and smuggling valuables, 10 lashes is the punishnt administered by strength depending on cultivation level.
“As for the spatial ring, it is obvious that not everyone can afford such a luxury. As such, everyone will be given a 9 cubic ters spatial ring, taken from the rchants and paid for with our treasury.
“This move will occur in tomorrow. There will be no exceptions. As for tonight, there will be a curfew of 5pm. All businesses will be shut down.”
With a flurry of newly implented laws, Dyon shut down all avenues for chaos. There would always be those who tried to take advantage of the tis, so it was necessary that they controlled such an event.
The land was unaware that their end was weighing down on them, but as soon as such an announcent was given out, one could imagine the fallout.
The only decision that the ministers found odd was the fact that Dyon had said to pay the rchants. Much of these people were from the God clans, after all, how could a small land like this survive without trade? It was very likely that they were spies, wouldn’t it be better to kill them?
Dyon shook his head. “I understand what you are thinking, but you are wrong.”
Hearing these words, the ministers were shocked again. How had they been seen through so easily?
“Those rchants, it is more than likely that many of them are innocent. They have friends and family. Are we murderers without reason? No.
“However, I am not so magnanimous as to allow our enemies to run free.” A baleful aura erupted from Dyon, stifling the atmosphere in the room and heavily weighing down on the ministers. “They can be used. When they try to escape curfew tonight.” Dyon’s eyes flashed with sothing imperceptible. “Let them.”
After giving out these orders, Dyon imdiately proceeded to separate out the tasks. The good thing about being cultivators was that there was no need to write much of this down, their mories were near perfect. As a result, they could work efficiently.
There was a bit of a headache for Dyon, though. Because this was an ancient martial world society, it was suffice to say that there was little to no military organization. In fact, even advanced martial world societies hardly had such a thing. This made dividing up work much more difficult. As a result, it had to take a backseat to first reorganizing the military.
Luckily, it was very early in the morning, the sun hadn’t even peaked over the mountains yet, So Dyon had ti before curfew.
Seeing their King’s new arrangents, those adept at military matters had their eyes shine. How long had they spent pondering over the art of war? They had thought of so crude tactics to use, but often they were boiled down to simple surprise attack. At the end of the day, the martial world relied too much on strength to succeed in wars. However, Dyon flipped all of that on its head.
He couldn’t make detailed changed to the armies structure until he received the report on everyone that he asked for, but he could make a few structural changes to make the next few days more efficiently. By 6am, the eting was over and the ministers had a new light of hope in their eyes and the look they had for their King had multiplied several fold with overflowing respect.
“Make no mistake.” Dyon’s words caused the ministers to stop their movents and look toward him. “Not only will we save our future, we will also defend our holy land from defilent. The only mistake my father made in his life was being too magnanimous and conservative. Those days are gone. In mory of my father, we will crush our enemies and let the world tremble under the na of the Angel Clan.”
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