two weeks

The following day, not much happened. No invitations were accepted, and I received only sporadic messages about rejections. If I remember correctly, there were about 131.

In the morning, I worked with Fynn on a new idea that had come to mind.

We put it into action.

It was a kind of bulletin board for royal decrees or requests. Quite simple. And there we posted a request for sellers.

Quickly, some interested parties emerged. While Fynn briefed them, I created a few more AI robots. Seven more for each district, with different tasks.

Two as receptionists in the bank, two as receptionists in the administration center, two for paperwork in the bank, and two for general administration. That makes eight robots per district, when you count the first one too.

Additionally, four for the throne room as crystal holders and guides.

However, in the military section, it was a bit different. There, I created an additional robot for overseeing the training, in case some decide to train as soldiers.

One can go to this robot to enroll. It then monitors attendance. However, it can only manage, so it cannot fight and only manages salaries and time.

That was a total of 33 more robots than before, which again cost a considerable amount of mana stones.

"Haaa," I sighed and thought aloud, "I really think I'm creating something that can generate mana stones."

"What do you mean?" asked my wife, who sat beside me in the grass.

I rolled onto my side to look at her. "We have blood skills, we're not really human anymore. And one skill allows us to create an object," I explained to her.

"That's true!" she said, surprised, pausing her weaving of flowers. "I often forget that I'm not a normal human anymore."

I laughed awkwardly. "Me too."

"You weren't one before either," she said dryly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear to continue weaving with concentration.

I couldn't let that slide, so I jumped up, grabbed Mia, and tickled her. She froze and tried to suppress it.

"Don't pretend," I laughed and moved my hands a little. "I know your weak spots!"

Then she couldn't take it anymore and started wriggling, giggling.

"Stop! ...Hahahaha... stop it... hihihi," she tried to defend herself, squirming away from me.

We rolled laughing on the grass until I received the message that the next people were coming.

I let go of my wife, who lay there breathing heavily.

"Get up, new citizens are coming!"

"Haaa Haa, how many?" she asked, getting up. She brushed the grass off her lilac dress and fixed her hair.

I plucked individual blades of grass from her black, silky hair and focused on the message.

[2315 invitations were accepted]

[Teleportation process initiated]

[2315 citizens will arrive in one minute]

I froze for a moment.

"2315?" I asked aloud, taking Mia in my arms and calling loudly for Fynn, whom we found just before the end of the countdown in the throne room.

With a small bow, he greeted me. "At your service, Your Majesties!"

We settled back onto our thrones and activated everything as before.

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"Haa!" I exhaled and stretched.

"How's it going, Fynn?" I asked.

"A lot has happened in the last two weeks. You know that, Your Majesty!"

I nodded and looked out the window. Leaning back in my chair, I gazed over the garden.

It had been two weeks since the invitations were sent out, and many were accepted, but there were also many rejections.

Currently, I already had 29,147 residents! That means I could improve my castle again!

About eleven thousand invitations were rejected, yet around ten thousand remained unanswered.

In my opinion, they could slowly make up their minds because it's exhausting to be on-site all the time, to welcome them, after a while.

I looked at Fynn again, leaning my head on my hand.

"We have already recruited hundreds of citizens for us, many who sell our food, but also old soldiers who want to train new ones. We have also recruited many who serve as doctors or teachers and teach children to read. We have 2,412 successfully completed specialists who are building their own businesses and want to buy some cafes, craft forges, or mines. Apparently, digital money is also integrated because the banks are experiencing a large flow."

"That sounds good," I replied, nodding. "Have there been any problems?"

Fynn thought for a moment. "Not many, but yes."

I looked at him expectantly, prompting Fynn to continue. "There have been some discrepancies between individual citizens, and there are still no soldiers to maintain order."

Speaking of which! I can create a new special personnel again, but for that, I need to farm some rare materials to make him stronger. After all, he's supposed to train the newcomers in the military district.

I scratched my head and leaned back, maybe I'd have to leave the castle for a few days, but what if a new batch arrives? They've been quite large lately!

"Ah! Maybe I can ask the universe!" I considered skeptically because looking into the future?

Well, I'll find out.

"*A question to the universe: When will the next invitations be accepted?*"

After a moment, I heard the neutral voice in my head.

(The universe has found an answer: Since fate is unpredictable, no one can know what will happen. However, one can make assumptions that suggest no one will come in the next few days, as the three warring kingdoms must maintain peace during the Conference of the Gods. End.)

"Aha…, so now or never?" I asked into the room.

I tapped my thighs and stood up. "Then let's go!" I left with Fynn, instructing him to handle everything for the next three days.

I asked Elias if he wanted to come, but he declined.

I asked Emma, knowing she would soon develop her system further, and she agreed.

Fynn stayed with her; they were a couple by now.

Sylvia, I knew she wouldn't come, so I was on my way to my wife.

She was in the kitchen cooking something with her mother. I entered quietly and hugged Mia from behind.

"Don't startle," I whispered in her ear.

She just giggled and said, "We heard you."

As I stroked her belly a little shaky, which was slowly growing, I asked, "What are you cooking?"

Sylvia jumped in. "A simple soup, good for pregnant women!"

"That's nice!" I smiled crooked. "I have one more question for you, Mia."

"Hmm?"

"I wanted to spend the next three days farming materials for the new person I'm creating. Emma is coming along. Do you want to come too?"

She then looked at me sparkingly. "Why did you ask Emma first?"

I laughed awkwardly. "She's soon developing her system and..."

"It's fine! I won't come; I'll have a good time with Fynn," she retorted, turning away from my embrace.

Sylvia looked just as surprised as I did, but took it in stride.

"Um..." I started.

Mia looked at me challengingly, with Sylvia beside her. A shudder went down my spine. A devil duo!

"You insensitive piece! Do you want to leave your pregnant wife here?" she attacked.

"I just asked if...?"

"Ah!" She held the ladle up to me. "Even worse! You want to expose your wife and unborn child to such danger? Outrageous!"

She looked at me angrily, and Mia just turned her head away with a "Exactly!"

I must admit, I was a bit overwhelmed and felt somewhat uncomfortable in this situation.

What should I do now?

"Off you go! Hurry, hurry! You're disturbing us! Stress isn't good for the baby, but you probably don't care," my mother in law said with a sweeping gesture. "We'll see you!"

Feeling a bit awkward, I was pushed out of the kitchen, and before I could gather myself to reply, the door was closed in my face.

Feeling lost, I scratched my head.

"And now?" I sighed as I walked through the hallway to tell Emma that we had to leave soon.