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Chapter 701 - 701 16 The Inspiring Spy_3

701: Chapter 16, The Inspiring Spy_3 701: Chapter 16, The Inspiring Spy_3 “My lord, why not let Hudson step in and help…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Redman’s face contorted in reprimand, “Silence!

Ignorant fool, are you proposing a marriage alliance or inciting a feud?”

“Sweet alliances have been the foundation of familial bonds since ancient times.

Forcing someone into a marriage is unheard of!”

“Enough of this talk.

I better not hear it again, I’m warning you!”

A fierce glare, filled with anger, made Mrs.

Anna jump in fright.

She knew well enough, Redman was genuinely furious.

In their twenty years of marriage, instances of Redman losing his temper were few and far between.

Each outburst forewarned a significant incident.

Perhaps seeing Mrs.

Anna get frightened subdued Redman’s anger.

The Koslow family had just managed to regain its glory, and he couldn’t risk a reckless act hampering the clan’s progress.

Lately, he had been working tirelessly to forge connections and arrange marriages for the clan’s younger generation.

Although the proposed alliances were minor nobles, the Koslow clan was large!

If they couldn’t compete with the Dalton Family’s legacy, they could at least outdo them in numbers.

Given the Koslow Clan’s fertility, they would undoubtedly have an explosion of birth rates if provided with a stable environment for development.

Perhaps, they wouldn’t have to do anything else.

A few decades later, all the nobles in the province would be relatives of the Koslow family, thus stabilizing their base.

To execute this plan, each marriage alliance needed to build relationships, not cultivate enmity.

As far as others knew, Hudson was the only one privy to this plan.

As the executor, Redman would not allow anyone to sabotage it.

After all, this was the most significant contribution he could make to his family and the value he held for his life.

…

“Hurry up and load the cart, we leave tomorrow, slowpokes!”

From the inception of the land swap plan, this scene was continuously being enacted everywhere.

The serfs were hesitant to leave their familiar lands, but their resistance was inevitable.

Despite being nobles, they couldn’t influence the plan’s implementation due to their limited wealth.

Procrastination was the peasants’ last act of defiance.

After the relocation Baojia leaders from the headquarters handled conflict resolution, their patience gradually wore thin.

A reprimand was considered gentle; those with a bad temper would resort to kicking.

Initially, patrolling soldiers tried to intervene, but as progress lagged behind, they fell silent.

Under the enforcement of compulsory high pressure, the relocation work began.

There were several minor hiccups along the way, but no major chaos ensued.

Undoubtedly, this was not due to the Mountain Domain’s strong organizational capabilities.

The primary reason was Hudson’s recruitment of a twenty-thousand-strong-army to assist in the process.

The migration of fifteen thousand people, safeguarded by a vast army.

Any disorderly incidents would suggest a problem.

Without a doubt, these fifteen thousand inhabitants did not represent the cream of the crop.

These territories had all become ownerless as a result of warfare.

The previous lords had lost their lives on the battlefield, and naturally, there were only a few serfs who survived combat.

The massive loss of healthy and young men mostly left behind the elderly, frail, and women with children.

Most lords would find this problematic.

However, the Mountain Domain was an exception.

During the war, Hudson managed to bring back a substantial number of robust soldiers.

The one-time mobilization of an army of twenty thousand was no feat the original inhabitants of the Mountain Domain could achieve.

This land swap represented not merely the centralization of domains but also an extensive human balancing strategy.

Looking at the long procession of migrants, Andrea wore a face of discontent.

This unfortunate city lord had only been in his position for a little over three months and was already required to move.

He had no choice; the Snow Moon City was too far from the Mountain Domain.

He had initially hoped to make considerable achievements here, using them as leverage for a better position on his return.

Now, however, optimism was fading.

Reflecting on his disappointments—he had not succeeded when he was in charge of intelligence and had no significant achievements as the lord of Snow Moon City—he felt dejected.

As the number of capable people in the Mountain Domain is increasing, and he can’t make a significant contribution, it was getting clear that if he continued this way, becoming marginalized was inevitable.

If it were only him, he could tolerate being sidelined, but he was here on a mission.

He had finally managed to infiltrate the domain’s higher ranks.

If he was ousted from the power center due to his ineptitude, he would have no way of answering to his boss behind the scenes.

With a deep sigh, he knew he couldn’t remain passive.

He had to make a name for himself in the upcoming transition, or it wouldn’t be just his downfall; his family would also be doomed.