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Chapter 142 - 142 106 Have Subordinates Roll Up_1

142: Chapter 106, Have Subordinates Roll Up_1 142: Chapter 106, Have Subordinates Roll Up_1 The ups and downs of the Orc Empire have become a laughingstock in the Southeastern Province.

Although Hudson was also interested in current affairs, the change of succession of the Bimon Tribe in relation to him was clearly too remote.

Apart from the Orc Empire’s sudden invasion to the south, no matter how sensational other pieces of news were, they could not affect Hudson’s land development plans.

If one heir died, aren’t there countless more?

The Bimon Emperor was indeed blessed, his sons may have died one after another, but he had lots of grandsons!

Prince Alex alone produced over three hundred of them for him, adding contributions from other princes, even though they hadn’t reached four hundred yet, they weren’t far from it.

Along with his great-grandchildren, there was an estimation of several groups.

If Emperor Bimon lived another few decades, his direct descendants alone could possibly form an army, making him one of the monarchs with the most descendants on the Continent of Aslante.

There would certainly be none amongst the human world to compare to him, not to mention the Elves, Dwarves, Giants, Berserkers… with even lower fertility rates.

Presumably, only those species that produce litters at a time could challenge Emperor Bimon in terms of the quantity of offspring.

Fortunately, over ninety percent of these were odd races with uneven combat abilities, otherwise, none of the other races on the continent would have been able to compete.

In truth, there were only a few dozen races in the Orc Empire initially.

Only after various interbreeding did other races emerge gradually.

Even scholars who specialize in race studies couldn’t figure out how many races there were in the Orc Empire.

After all, though unusual like Prince Alex who loved to create new races was rare, there were still a few who were born occasionally.

No matter how advanced the scholars were, the speed of studying newly emerged races couldn’t keep up with their rate of creating new ones.

Compared to that, the human world was much simpler.

Even if it’s an inter-racial union, the children born are half-elf, half-orc, half…

creating a new race was not a high probability.

Thinking about this made Hudson realize…

nevermind, this sort of indulgence was not something a minor noble should ponder.

Observing the inefficient land development team, Hudson was secretly worried.

With this current efficiency, God knows when they would be able to get the Salam Mountain Range developed for the Lord of the Dawn.

Beyond the mountains was a vast marshland.

How far it could go if one traveled through the marshland was unclear.

Still, Hudson suspected that the edge of the marshland might be the sea.

The reason was simple, the Southeastern Province was already a coastal province.

The boundary line that divided it from the neighboring country was that marshland.

It wouldn’t be surprising if the marshland could stretch to the seaside.

The area was not included in either country’s territory probably because everyone was too busy dealing with that unique landscape.

The Alpha Kingdom has been facing threats from the orcs year by year, ignoring regular minor conflicts, every ten to twenty years or sixty to eighty years, the Orc Empire would initiate an invasion to the south.

The scale of the war had no logic.

Even a medium-scale invasion would inflict significant damage on the Alpha Kingdom.

The Salam Mountain Range remained undeveloped largely due to the war.

After all, whenever there’s a population boom, it was usually followed by the war.

There was simply no time to expand the population further.

Even Layton County, where Hudson lived, only started development over three hundred years ago and was truly developed for over a hundred years.

Some of the younger villages might have been founded only twenty or thirty years ago.

Small nobles had limited power, given a choice, no one would abandon the plain to develop hilly regions.

Even the hills were undesirable, let alone the marshland behind the hills.

The investment to develop the marshland would be better spent on excavating the potential of their own territories.

Not everyone, after all, was like Hudson who set grand strategic targets for himself right from the start.

Most small and medium-sized nobles had difficulty in outlining their development plans, often imitating their neighbors.

As for the other side of the marshland, it seemed to be the Black Stone Kingdom from the continent’s map, and the boundary was marked with four large words – “Black Forest Mountain Range”.

How was it specifically, Hudson didn’t know.

As it was marked on the continent’s map and there were reports of Magical Beasts sightings, it wouldn’t be small hills like the Salam Mountain Range, would it?

The scale of the marshland indicated it wasn’t formed by runoff from small hills like the Salam Mountain Range.

They couldn’t carry on like this, even without competitors around; they couldn’t waste time like this.

If the Orcs decided to attack one day, they wouldn’t have time to do their farming then.

Looking at the assembled sergeants, all clustered and discussing amongst themselves, Hudson said irritably, “Seems like you’re having quite a good chat, aren’t you?

You can’t keep the fun to yourselves.

Shouldn’t you let your Lord share in it?

If the progress of your development could be as efficient, I would be very pleased!”

The sergeants were scared straight.

Even though they held official positions, they were peasants, to begin with.

The only benefit was an additional ten pounds of rations per month.

As the amount of time was short, there wasn’t any special privilege yet.

There was no one to guide them in the land even if they wanted to pick up bureaucratic habits.