The two servants cleaned up the ashes in the hall and then left quietly.
Samwell vassals felt rather complicated when they saw their former colleagues completely disappear from the world.
But at the same time, they all felt the oppressive authority of the lord, and once again made it clear who the owner of the Island was.
Even the gods can't overshadow Caesar's brilliance in this place.
"The Gongga matter is a lesson," Samwell's voice echoed in the silent hall.
"Therefore, in order to prevent the management of the territory from abusing their power, I decided to set up a monitoring team to supervise the behaviour of all retainers, including the territory chief.
It will conduct an investigation, and the results of the investigation will be reported directly to me, and I will make the final decision."
Gavin was terrified, he could already imagine the heavy power of this monitoring team.
Of course, he didn't dare to oppose the lord's order, so he just asked carefully: "My lord, how many people will be there in this monitoring team? And who should be in charge?"
"Temporarily set up three members," Samwell said, "respectively Sir Lucas Dayne, Hal Hunter, and Lady Timett.
The term of office is one year. After one year, I will consider whether they will stay or be dismissed according to their work situation."
The three people who were named hurriedly stepped forward to salute the lord.
The rest of the people's faces looked different, and no one was surprised by Lucas Dane among the three. After all, this Dorne knight has always been valued by the lord, so he should be entrusted with important tasks.
But the other two are interesting.
Hal Hunter was the squire of Knight Todd Flower, and it would be understandable if he could represent the people of the Reach.
But Timett... Even if the lord is going to find a representative among the wildlings, it shouldn't be her turn.
Could it be that because of the case just now, the lord intends to compensate the female savage?
Everyone was thinking wildly, but no one dared to question it.
Samwell didn't intend to explain too much.
Whether this monitoring team can prevent the management of the territory from abusing their power, in fact, he has no idea.
But governance is to cross the river by feeling the stones, trying more, and improving after discovering problems.
After confirming the establishment of the monitoring team, Samwell looked at Priest Ivan again.
After Gongga was found guilty, the man remained silent, as if he had become a quail.
Perhaps seeing Dragon's great power, he completely extinguished the idea of fighting for power with the lord.
However, Samwell will not relax his vigilance against this person because of this.
The belief in Eagle Island cannot be controlled by the Church of the Seven Gods, and a competitor must be found.
"Everyone, let me introduce you." Samwell pointed to the red-robed woman standing on his right, "This is Melisandre from Asshai, a servant of the Lord of Light R'hllor."
Melisandre took a step forward and saluted everyone gracefully.
Samwell continued, "Vido, you are in charge of organizing people to build a Lord of Light's Temple in the territory.
LadyMelisandre will communicate with you about the specific temple style."
"Yes, my lord," Vido peeked at Priest Ivan and found that the other party was still bowing his head as if he hadn't heard the order at all.
"Lord Caesar, the Lord of Light will bless you," Melisandre also expressed her gratitude.
At the beginning, she actually hoped that this prophesied prince could completely convert to the Lord of Light and expel those messy beliefs in the territory, but after getting along and testing later, she found helplessly that this Lord Caesar was a very assertive man.
He is not willing to act according to her wishes, and also he seems to be wary of the Lord of Light.
However, Melisandre was not worried.
She believed that as the end approached, the lucky one chosen by the Lord of Light would feel his own insignificance and powerlessness more and more and thus completely surrender to the glory of the Lord of Light.
"Gavin," Samwell then called to his supervisor, "Tell me about the development of the territory during this period of time."
"The territory has developed very well, my lord," Gavin replied respectfully. "The population is increasing steadily, and the number has exceeded 70,000 so far. All the savage tribes within a few hundred miles have surrendered. Sir Cheman is leading an expedition to the northeast mountainous area. It is believed that the population of the territory will continue to maintain rapid growth. "
"The production of brandy has also increased, which can basically meet the requirements of distributors, and the previously planted vineyards have also begun to produce fresh grapes stably. In this way, we can gradually get rid of our dependence on foreign raw materials and get higher incomes. The mining and refining of silver is also proceeding smoothly, and the current output is stable at 270 ounces per day..."
Samwell listened quietly, quite satisfied with the development of the territory.
Gavin is indeed a competent manager, helping him take care of all the tedious affairs in an orderly manner.
Samwell felt that he should give this loyal servant an identity.
Although this person did not make any military exploits, his contribution to Eagle Island was no less than that of the knights who charged into the trap.
Just when Samwell was thinking about how to praise his manager, Gavin's tone suddenly became serious: "My lord, there is something quite difficult, and I don't know what to do..."
"What is it?" Samwell frowned when he heard this.
"The work points… My lord," Gavin said.
Samwell's trick of using work points to motivate the wildlings had been successful, but now it was time to fulfil his promise. However, he didn't have the necessary funds to pay off the work points.
The reason why Eagle Island had developed so rapidly was partly due to the success of the cash cows Brandy and Siver, the support of investors, and Samwell's ability to predict the future. However, the biggest liability was the work points he had issued.
Samwell had deceived thousands of wildlings into working for him by offering them work points, which held no real value.
These work points allowed him to build his castle in a short time. However, Samwell had promised that each work point would be equal to a copper plate, and he had assured the wildlings that they would be compensated once the castle was completed.
Unfortunately, Samwell had been unable to fulfil his promise. When he returned from King's Landing, he was faced with another war order from the Iron Throne, further delaying the fulfilment of the work points.
This delay was causing concern among the citizens of Eagle Island. While it might not lead to riots, it would certainly damage Samwell's reputation.
On the other hand, if he were to cash out the work points now, he wouldn't have enough funds to cover such a substantial amount.
Samwell told Gavin that he would think about the matter.
After the meeting, he returned to his room, which he hadn't spent much time in since the completion of his castle.
The room was clean, and the furniture made of purple paulownia wood gave it a decent, noble ambience.
Samwell decided to take a bath to relax.
Wrapped in warm water, Samwell breathed out comfortably, and the fatigue of the journey was instantly relieved.
Cleopatra didn't seem to like water, so she flapped her wings a few times before flying out of the open window.
Samwell was not worried at all. This white dragon was well trained by him, and unless provoked, it would not take the initiative to hurt people. It would only hunt wild animals when hungry.
He was lying in the bathtub, staring at the exquisite Myr tapestry on the opposite wall.
After an unknown amount of time, he heard the sound of the door being opened and thought it was a maid who came to add hot water, so he ignored it.
It wasn't until he smelled the familiar fragrance of roses that Samwell turned his head and saw Margaery Tyrell standing there charmingly.
The girl's facial features were pure and picturesque, and her skin was as white and delicate as milk.
She had just taken a bath, and her long, soft brown hair curled around her shoulders with moisture.
She changed into a light green long skirt with a low cut and waist, which highlighted her slender waist and the imaginative snow-white groove.
Coupled with a noble and dignified temperament and a sweet and gentle smile, she was really very attractive.
"Do you need help, Lord Caesar?" Margaery asked with a smile.
Samwell's throat tightened: "What can you help me with?"
"Cashing work points. ," Margaery said, "That's a lot of money. Do you need the Tyrell family to lend you some money?"
"Would the Tyrell family be willing to lend me money?"
Margaery shrugged, "We can go back and ask."
"So you want me to go back to Highgarden with you."
"Otherwise," Margaery pouted, "Don't you want to officially marry me?"
"Of course. But I was worried that if I went to Highgarden, Duke Mace would tie me up and give me to the Lannister family."
"No," Margaery looked at the man firmly, "Unless my father wants to lose his daughter. Don't you believe me, Sam?"
Samwell was about to speak but suddenly froze.
Because the girl in front of him suddenly untied the ribbon around her waist, allowing the long skirt to slide off slowly.
She was wearing nothing underneath.
The delicate skin had a pearl-like lustre, and the exquisite and perfect curves made Samwell's blood rush and his breathing quicken.
"Sam, let's be honest with each other." Margery had an intoxicating smile on her face, "Okay?"
Samwell couldn't say anything.
There was a familiar hissing sound outside the window, Cleopatra trying to get in.
Pa -
Samwell decisively locked the window and then pulled the girl in front of him into his arms.
The water in the bathtub swayed and splashed all over the floor.
[END]
NOTE-I just saw comments on the previous chapter requesting more uploads. Many readers have asked for it, so starting tomorrow, I will begin uploading 2 ch/day. 👌👍