Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 627 - 477: Completion of the Hydroelectric Spinning Mill_2

Chapter 627: Chapter 477: Completion of the Hydroelectric Spinning Mill_2

Compared to the hydroelectric spinning mill, Gaven was more concerned about this matter because it was the key to launching the comprehensive construction of the Three Rivers Region.

Without this key, he would be guarding a treasure trove without the means to exploit it.

It wasn’t that the Three Rivers Region had no natural immigrants, but the pace was too slow, far behind Gaven’s strides.

"The preliminary census work has been completed, and the number of those willing has far exceeded our original estimates. Just those registered already amount to thirteen thousand. Even accounting for those who may change their minds at the last minute, there will also be last-minute joiners. Once we truly launch, the number should fluctuate," Zalanda said nonchalantly.

"Thirteen thousand? That many?" Even with mental preparation, Gaven was startled by the figure.

How many people were there in Darama in total? This number was a full tenth of the city’s entire population.

"It’s quite normal. The plight of Darama is clear to anyone who isn’t blind. The speed of city construction can’t keep up with the pace at which citizens are gathering. Many newcomers have been pushed several kilometers beyond the city walls to set up camp. In the event of war, their safety cannot be guaranteed, especially since the Divine Root annihilation battle has left a deep impact on many."

If it weren’t for Lady Strategy’s incarnation descending, Darama would have faced a disaster, and those residents outside the city would be the first to bear the brunt.

This time, they were facing the Followers of the Evil God. Lady Strategy’s incarnation managed to descend, but the next time they faced ordinary monstrous threats, or wars within humans themselves, could Lady Strategy still send down her incarnation?

Zalanda had a very clear understanding of the mentality of the Darama citizens, "Another point not to be overlooked is that more than half of Darama’s population migrated from the surrounding areas in the past half year. In the process, they abandoned many things they couldn’t take with them. Although they are now called Darama citizens, they haven’t yet found a sense of belonging in the city."

"If we let them migrate on their own, many would hesitate, but when it comes to organized, large-scale migration with arrangements, the choice to join isn’t hard to make."

"How is the organization of the specific matters proceeding?" Zalanda mentioned these broader trends, but Gaven was not particularly concerned with them—after all, it was an event with vast implications, and they could not oversee every detail. They could only set major policies and directions, and leave the specifics and execution to the knights and officials below.

"The food has been gathered, and those supplies you sent are being urgently modified. In another ten days, they can be distributed and outfitted," Zalanda began ticking off on her fingers, "There are still a few major issues to be settled. One is the route of migration, and the other is the serious shortfall in horses, vehicles, and other equipment."

"You needn’t worry about the vehicles; I have already ordered people in Mesnoel to work overtime to produce them. Before migration, at least five hundred heavy-duty trucks can be made. As for horses, I’ve also started addressing the issue, but it’s unlikely they’ll be in place before the migration begins. However, they can serve as a fresh force, assisting with the final, most difficult leg of the journey. The exact rendezvous point will be determined once we finalize the route."

Gaven directly pulled out the Felen Grand Map he carried with him and said, "There’s no need to wait on this either; let’s settle it today!"

Zalanda, however, shook her head and said, "With so many people traveling such a far distance, there are too many variables. It’s impossible to have everything set in stone. We can only decide the next leg based on the actual situation, and if necessary, we may need to attack and seize fortresses. Everything depends on the subjective judgment of the commanding general. Most of the time, we will only be able to travel on back roads or through wilderness, as crossing through places like Thacel or Amu’s trade routes is definitely out of the question. The local rulers would never allow such a massive group to pass through."

One could easily imagine how enormous a group of thousands of people with their families in tow would be, already surpassing many small and medium-sized cities in size. Even with ten times the courage, those local rulers wouldn’t dare to grant passage, for they risked losing their cities to the migrants.

"That makes sense," Gaven nodded involuntarily, "I oversimplified this matter. When the time comes, we must choose a general who is quick-witted and flexible to command the troops. No, I must take charge of this myself, as it represents an excellent opportunity for me to establish my authority among the migrants and to bridge the relationship between the two sides."

This would be his human backbone. Even if he was busy with other matters, he couldn’t leave it entirely to others to manage. At most, he would need to select a few astute deputies to assist him from the side, allowing himself some liberty to deal with other affairs.

"Exactly," Zalanda nodded, "The post of migration commander could only be yours. Even I couldn’t take your place."

"I’ll make sure to get the class transfer sorted out before the migration plan starts," Gaven carefully calculated the timing. His previously adequate schedule was now a bit tight due to the extensive arrangements he’d made in Anfield Village. Some things might need to be sped up.

"We’ll deal with the details once the plan is set in motion," Zalanda said with a smile, "Let’s take a look at the fruits of our labor during this period."