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Such as "Is the Marshal planning to remove Commander Domit from his position?", "Master Domit is obviously the highest commander of the legion and should live in the parliament hall, but he stays in the camp" and so on.
After much deliberation, Domit finally decided to move into the parliament building with mixed emotions.
When he got up early this morning, he walked into the office as usual and began to review the documents piled on his desk.
After working non-stop for the whole morning, he picked up the teacup and drank the tea. He said with emotion: "No wonder all the commanders of the major armies were promoted to higher professional levels before taking up their posts. It turns out that it is because they have no time to upgrade their professional levels after taking up their posts."
The adjutant standing next to him thought about it and realized that it was true.
After the legion commanders of the major kingdoms took office, their strength rarely improved, so the kingdoms were forced to wait for the reserve professional level of suitable legion commanders to reach a certain level before appointing them to positions.
This is also the reason why the top professionals in each kingdom do not hold positions in the military, to avoid having official duties interfere with their studies.
Therefore, strictly speaking, legion commanders only join the army when they believe or the king believes that their professional potential has reached its limit and it is difficult to make further breakthroughs.
Domit seemed to sense the adjutant's thoughts and said with a smile: "The First Army, no, all the legions in the kingdom are different."
Zhang Mu's legion, or Lake's legion, naturally also needs professionals. After all, this is the mainstream force of the Thor Continent, and the upper limit is extremely high. There is no reason to abandon it.
However, after the introduction of the Blue Star industrial system, the importance of professionals will be somewhat reduced.
It is undeniable that the top professions have a crushing advantage over most of the modern weapons in Zhang Mu’s hands, but that is because these weapons are incomplete.
For example, missiles.
The disadvantage of missiles when facing high-level professionals is that they are difficult to lock onto, but if there is a satellite, the problem will be easily solved.
The adjutant nodded: "I believe in the miracle of the Marshal."
"That's not... um, never mind."
Domit was helpless. He had looked through the Blue Star science textbooks that Zhang Mu had given him and knew that as long as there were enough equipment, relevant knowledge and materials, thermal weapons could be manufactured.
It is different from the miracles that only God can give. Very different.
"Let's go, it's time for lunch." Domit didn't bother to explain any more, so he got up and walked out the door.
Just as he reached the door, a soldier walked into the office with a stack of documents and almost bumped into Domit.
The soldier hurriedly stepped back: "I'm sorry, Commander."
Domit didn't care. He glanced at the document in his hand, then looked back at the documents on his desk whose thickness had just been reduced, feeling very sad.
"Put it on the table. I'll come back later... By the way, what are these documents?"
"Oh, about the ranger."
Domit walked back to the table and sat down: “Bring it here.
Go and get me some food."
The adjutant took the order and left side by side with the soldier who had put the documents away.
Domit's expression became solemn and he opened the document brought by the soldier.
The public security in Kedun City has been unstable recently.
The reason for this is probably related to the rapid development of the city and the lifting of the ban.
Since Zhang Mu built schools and factories in Keton City, renovated the old city, and built new buildings, the city's economy has developed rapidly, the population has recovered rapidly, and there has been an endless stream of business caravans and tourists coming here to do business, creating a prosperous scene.
But the more buildings are built, the wider the dark corners become.
Since when, a group of knights-errant have gathered in the city. These knights-errant do not refer to those who travel around to do good deeds, but...
A scoundrel who wanders around the old streets and makes a living by cheating and deceiving others.
This group has been around for a long time. Their main business is to defraud tourists and caravans of their money. The old ban on "forbidden to use force in the city" is still in place, so even if the victims come to them, they are not afraid.
After the ban was lifted, the rangers were initially panicked. They were ordinary people without magical powers, and if they cheated in the future, they would probably be killed and their bodies dumped by the guards of the caravan.
Tourists usually travel alone, with two or three people at most, which seems easy to deal with. But the problem is, if someone dares to travel around the Sol Continent alone, don’t they have some skills?
The major ranger organizations were once in the dilemma of disbanding.
At this time, a ranger had no food at home. After being hungry for several days, he took a risk and robbed a grocery store. He was surprised to find that no one arrested him.
He happily ran to report to the leader. The leader was also a talented person. He immediately ordered the recall of the organization members and formed a team to rob shops in the city.
Of course, they were not stupid. They simply gave up on shops that hired their own security guards and focused on those shops run by couples or small shops run by a single owner.
After a while, the city lords who discovered the incident began to take measures to deal with it. They sent out a large number of guards to patrol various areas in the city in shifts.
You have to know that this is not the Blue Planet, where "law", "human rights", "criminals also have the right to live", and "humane law enforcement" are important. If you are caught in the act by the guards here, the only outcome is a simple and brutal beheading on the spot.
When the rangers saw this, they realized that this was not going to work. If they continued chopping down the enemy troops, they would all be killed. So they gathered together to discuss a solution.
After discussing for a while, I don’t know which genius came up with the suggestion.
He said that he usually observes carefully, even when he is in the middle of a robbery, and he has seen that poor people who are robbed are usually unwilling to report to the guards. We can extort money from the poor without worrying about being beheaded by the guards.
The leaders didn't quite understand and asked why.
He proudly explained that he pretended to be a passerby to inquire, and it turned out that the poor man was afraid that the guards would not be able to catch him and would leave, and he would be retaliated against.
After hearing this, the leader still had doubts in his heart and asked, what if someone took the risk to report to the guards?
The genius smiled and said that we can just give blackmail a name, such as "borrowing money."
We borrowed money and wrote IOUs. The guards can't chop off our heads for borrowing money, right?
The ranger leader's eyes lit up, what a good idea!
Afterwards, a ranger in a certain city first initiated the "money lending" business. After the news spread, other places followed suit, and it was very lively for a while.
If someone tries to resist, they will not hit or injure anyone, but will just stay in front of the store. When a customer comes, they will immediately come forward and cry about the store selling inferior goods, which has caused their family members to be seriously ill in bed.
After a few troubles, the stubborn shop owner had no choice but to endure it.
As the business prospered, they were surprised to find that not only the poor but also the slightly larger stores were also controlled by this method.
When big stores first encountered knights asking them to "borrow money", they were very disdainful.
You dare to come to my door and make trouble? Why don't you try?
The Rangers were really brave. Of course, they were not their own people, but orphans or beggars who were forced to be trafficked.
The big stores secretly killed orphans several times, but the situation did not improve at all. Because the rangers have plenty of orphans, if you kill one today, I will replace him with a new one tomorrow.
On the contrary, the big stores' own business was affected by the disputes. Customers felt that the store owners were incompetent and could not even handle such a small matter, and they were unwilling to come.
After months of competition, the big stores finally surrendered.
After the prosperity of Kedun City, rangers gathered here following the smell. When Domit learned about this, he was very curious. Many of the shops that were extorted were run by nobles. According to the nature of the nobles, they would definitely send people to kill the mastermind directly. How could the rangers be so rampant?
After investigating the whole story, we found out that the reason was not complicated at all - the rangers were too numerous to kill.
Rangers ultimately come from the lower class, the largest group in the population structure of the continent of Thor.
Even if we kill all the rangers in the city today, another group will appear in less than three months. Even though the nobles act quickly, they still have to wait until the target appears before they can act, right?
Therefore, the rangers could make trouble at least once, and the losses caused this time were far more than the money the rangers extorted.
The nobles were so disgusted that they simply gave the beggar money and got rid of him.
"What the hell is this? Retribution?" Domit shook his head and put down the documents.
The adjutant just walked into the room carrying a plate of food, and heard him mumbling, and asked, "What's wrong, Commander?"
"Didn't we capture a group of rangers some time ago?"
"Yes, I personally led the team to capture him."
"Some of those rangers came from nearby cities, and some were local poor people."
The two walked to the table against the wall and sat down. The adjutant held the soup spoon and thought for a while. He seemed to understand what Domit was struggling with. His face was solemn: "Before becoming rangers, they were indeed poor people, a group that should be cared for.
But after becoming rangers, they not only harass the nobles, but also oppress the poor like them, which is not right."
"Well said!" This compliment came from outside the house.
Domit was stunned, and he and his adjutant looked towards the door, where Zhang Mu was walking in, clapping his hands.
"Your Excellency Marshal!" The two men quickly stood up and saluted.
"Sit down and talk." Zhang Mu walked to the table and looked at the food on it. "I haven't eaten yet. Let's eat together."
"I'll go get one for you." The adjutant walked away quickly.
Zhang Mu pressed his thighs with both hands: "What's wrong? Do you think the Ranger is difficult to handle?"
"A bit..."
"Tell me why."
"I always feel that... they shouldn't be beheaded so roughly."
"Try to save it?"
"Want to try."
"No need."
Domit was stunned.
Zhang Mu put his arm on the table and tapped it with his index finger: "If it is peacetime, there is no external pressure on Lake. I agree with your idea. We can invest resources to slowly govern this group of people and correct them from their wrong path.
But Lake is in danger right now. To be honest, it’s not impossible for an epic attack to wipe us out in the next second.”
Domit was silent for a moment: "That's it."
"So, I don't have time to waste with the Ranger."
Zhang Mu picked up the upside-down teacup and filled it with tea: "Besides, they are not the only poor people. Why can other poor people cultivate land and grow crops?
Princess Avril introduced the subsidy policy, right? "
"Yes." Domit nodded, recalling, "I remember that... the ownership of the reclaimed land belongs to the reclaimer, and the kingdom will reward universal currency according to the area."
"Not only that, there are also free bread distribution points set up in major cities to ensure that farmers will not starve to death even in years of disaster."
The adjutant who served the meal returned with the tray, sat down at the table and said, "Although the taste of the black bread is hard to describe at first glance, it is still enough to fill your stomach."
Zhang Mu smiled and said, "It's not that I can't afford white bread. As long as a city opens a bakery, it will be enough for all the nearby farmers to eat free white bread three times a day."
The two looked surprised: "Really? Then why..."
Zhang Mu interrupted them and said, "The problem is...if the food distributed is too good, how can I ensure that the food will reach the people in need?