Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 48 Anya attacks again!

Now I really need to take a good rest.

Although Duncan led the British Legion to a series of great victories, he was no match for the Duke of Dintagill, who first suffered a major defeat and then a minor defeat. In addition, the two battles with Henges and Horsa were both real tough battles, facing the elite Saxons, and the casualties added up to a considerable number.

However, the most urgent matter was to disarm. Duncan cut off all the conscripted farmers, town militia, auxiliary corps, etc.

Divide the land.

All of you have to farm, cultivate the land, dig ditches. The city hall will lend you money without interest and will also provide you with the tools. Farm the land well and help boost the British economy which is on the verge of collapse.

When the empire ruled, the British Isles were quite prosperous and had a population of over three million.

As for now, it is not known whether there are more than one million people in England. Under the invasion of Saxon pirates, a large amount of land has been abandoned, at least one-third of the population has died, and many villages have become dilapidated with only dozens of people. The economy must be vigorously developed, otherwise there will not be enough food next year.

From God's perspective.

Duncan discovered new features in the projection page. For example, for his current Southampton, he can actually generate a simple town panel.

"Territory: Southampton (large port town)."

"Road: Muddy Road (Road condition is extremely bad)."

"Agricultural level: Low (rotating cropping system, lack of canal irrigation)" [Improving agriculture requires recruiting relevant talents. Currently, agricultural technologies such as canal irrigation and feudal manors are available.]

"Commercial level: Low (dilapidated markets, abandoned ports, underdeveloped fishing industry)" [Related personnel Anya is currently restoring commercial economic activities.]

"Technology level: low (backward forging technology, low education, no engineering technology)" [Recruitment of relevant talents is needed.]

“Environment: Extremely poor (no drainage channels, household garbage is randomly discarded).”

"Temple: Small Viking sanctuary (dedicated to Odin)."

This is basically the case in all of Duncan's territories.

Duncan was a farming family in his previous life.

Can this be tolerated?
How do you farm? Can't you even properly irrigate the land using irrigation canals?

It's not just one place that's like this, it's almost everywhere. There are muddy roads, a shifting farming system, declining commerce, and even no one to forge decent equipment.

“The construction level is really terrible.”

Duncan's first step was to develop agriculture. He used the disbanded troops to farm and the prisoners to do labor to dig ditches. In just a few days, the entire territory was bustling with activity. He even lent money out of his own pocket to those who received land, asking them to rush to cultivate the land.

Duncan even developed a military farm near Portchester Castle.

"With my current territory, it's enough to support an army of 3,000."

"But they must all be combat soldiers."

Severus personally recruited exiles from Gaul, and two groups of them had already arrived, totaling more than a thousand young and middle-aged men. These people did not receive direct land allocations, but instead cultivated the lord's land. However, after ten years, they could obtain ownership of the land and the corresponding freeman status.

If you want to speed up this process, it's very simple. You can hand over more food, spend money to buy it, hand over war horses, or have a family member join the army and make military achievements. As long as you behead a first-level soldier on the battlefield, it can almost be equivalent to ten years of hard work.

At present, only the first group of exiles followed, and Duncan granted them all the status of freemen and allocated land.

The reason is very simple.

It's better to curry favor with someone early. Clegane's rise to cavalry commander gave him an advantage. The earlier one follows Duncan, the greater the reward he will receive.

Inside the lord's mansion.

Anya looked hesitant and looked at Duncan and said, "Are those Saxons also being given land?"

Duncan said calmly, "Divide."

"Why not?"

Anya said cautiously, "I'm afraid if I give them some land, the British will be dissatisfied."

Duncan slowly stood up, his eyes cold as he said, "Anyone who is dissatisfied can come and confront me."

"Since I have incorporated them, they are my subjects."

"In my eyes."

"There are no Britons or Saxons, only loyal subjects who are loyal to me."

Duncan overruled all objections, and the Saxons were still allocated land and obtained the corresponding status of freemen.

However, this only applies to those who have been recruited or have made contributions. Many Saxon captives are still doing hard labor. To put it bluntly, those who are disobedient will be sent to build Hadrian's Wall in the future.

Anya left quickly.

Triss, the Raven Queen, glanced at her and whispered, "Southampton is dedicated to the sacred domain of the Germanic barbarians."

"The Avalon sacrificial stone that Dorset worshipped."

“There are churches in Cornwall and Wiltshire that have missions.”

"How are you going to deal with the issue of faith?"

Duncan pondered for a moment and said, "For now, don't worry about it. They can believe in whoever they want. The various sects and pantheons have their own methods. Whoever can attract believers will win."

"We just need to keep the world under control."

Freedom of religion.

Let polytheism and monotheism deal with each other on their own; Duncan has no intention of getting involved for the time being.

It is also impossible for him to destroy the holy land of the Norse gods to support the faith of Avalon. By then, the morale of the foreign barbarian legions might be shaken. It is best to maintain the status quo for now. The final result of the missionary work will depend on their own methods.

The Raven Queen, Triss, nodded slightly and said, "That's fine."

"It's not easy to attract the hostility of the Priory."

If the church here were suddenly destroyed, perhaps masters of the monastic order from the European continent would come over.

Duncan has his own plans, but now is not the time.

Only with a strong fist can you have the right to speak!
Duncan stood up and said, "Tell Anya to find a way to recruit some talents from the Italian Peninsula. Doesn't she have a manor?"

“Are there any people who are good at farming?”

"These Britons are a piece of shit. After all these years, they still haven't learned the Roman farming techniques!"

WTF.

Do you rely on the weather for your livelihood every day?
The land is not cultivated properly, business is not run properly, and the towns don't even have a decent sewage ditch. This has been going on for hundreds of years. The entire British Isles, except for the infrastructure built by the empire in the London area, other places are really in a state of disrepair.

No wonder the Romans looked down upon all the peoples of Europe equally!
The gap in civilization is so huge that it can be said that this place is even slightly inferior to the small Roman towns before the Common Era.

The British Isles are at least five hundred years behind. Give me some technological followers!

Duncan never had too many agricultural experts, armorers, engineering masters, etc. He could afford them all.

The Raven Queen, Triss, said softly, "It should be no problem. I can also send someone to recruit some talent."

Duncan nodded and said, "Do it as soon as possible."

"Don't give up on the indigenous people either. Let them learn more about Roman technology."

"Manor economy, grape cultivation, the Franks have learned it? How could they not learn it? It's not like they're missing a brain!"

Really take care of it.

For a moment, I was so confused that I didn't know where to start.

Duncan found that leading the army to fight was more suitable for him, as managing domestic affairs and economics was indeed a lot of trivial matters.

at the same time.

In the distant Italian peninsula, some rumors began to spread to the territory of the empire.

Inside a magnificent palace.

Under the watchful eyes of palace guards, a man who resembled a jester hurried into the main hall, then passed through a series of gates, reaching the innermost recesses of the Roman Imperial Palace. Inside, within a luxurious hall, maids and slaves were surrounded by lightly clad maids and slaves, while a voluptuous beauty danced in the center. A group of nobles in togas were frolicking and having fun. From the rooms on either side of the hall, even the faint sounds of panting and moaning could be heard.

Emperor Valentinian III was fond of sensual pleasures, and the Protector Aetius was basically in charge of the overall situation.

The ministers around him were all playboys and hedonists. Even after the rise of monotheism, they still maintained the empire's early tradition of indulgent banquets, but they covered it up a little.

A dead skinny camel is bigger than a horse.

It can be said that as long as the emperor of the empire does not commit suicide and does not murder the Protector Aetius later, the empire can still survive for a while.

But there is no if. On the one hand, Valentinian III was addicted to pleasure, and on the other hand, he was eager to prove himself.

"His Majesty."

The jester-like man quietly walked into the crowd of women, a strong scent of powdered cosmetics in his air. The decadence and corruption among the upper echelons of the Roman Empire was unparalleled, and their entertainment was no less than that of a feast. Even in the early days of the empire, when the master and mistress had sex, there were seven or eight female slaves waiting beside them, catering to their various needs.

"Oh, it's Quintus."

Valentinian III pushed aside the slave girl beside him, asked a maid to kneel at his feet, and said lazily: "You are back? Is there anything new recently?"

The man named Quintus looked around, followed the crowd, untied his belt, pulled a slave girl over and said, "Your Majesty."

"Aetius is allying with the Goths and Franks to fight against the Huns."

Hearing the name of Aetius, Valentinian III in front of him showed a trace of disgust. The Protector Aetius was a loyal minister as well as a powerful minister. The emperor could be said to hate him very much, but on the surface he had to bow his head to show respect.

As if sensing that Valentinian III didn't like hearing this name, Quintus immediately changed the subject and said, "Hiss!"

"There have been some rumors in Britannia lately."

"Your Majesty might be interested."

Sure enough, Valentinian III showed a hint of interest.

Quintus quickly told Valentinian III what he had learned, and then offered advice: "Hasn't your Majesty always been eager to demonstrate his abilities before the Roman people?"

“There was no opportunity before, but now the opportunity has come.”

Valentinian III's eyes lit up slightly, and he asked, "What are your plans? Tell me about it?"

Quintus shuddered, stood up, straightened his clothes, and leaned close to the emperor's ear and said, "Your Majesty. Although the British province has been abandoned, Duncan can make a name for himself in that barbaric land."

"Why not find an opportunity to appoint him as the Governor of the British province?"

"He is of Roman descent and one of your subjects. If he could truly unify the British Isles, wouldn't it mean that under your leadership, the Empire would have restored its rule over the British provinces?"

"We don't have to pay him any military funds."

"As long as you give him some fame and arrange some benefits, you might be able to win over an army loyal to you!"

Quintus continued, "I know a friend, Anya."

"She just sold the estate to me and seems to be planning to build an ocean-going fleet in Britain."

"She said that Duncan needed craftsmen, people with technical skills."

"We can give him all of these."

"As long as he remains nominally loyal to the Empire, his achievements on the British Isles will be a credit to you, Your Majesty."

"more importantly."

"Your Majesty can also find opportunities to gain fame in the army."

After hearing Quintus' words, Valentinian III's eyes lit up and he asked excitedly, "Really?"

Quintus nodded and said, "Absolutely true."

Valentinian III pondered for a moment, then waved his hand and said, "Give it all to him! Not only can I provide him with skilled craftsmen, but I can also provide him with military funds and supplies."

"If only he could take the British province!"

If the empire nominally restored its rule over the British province, without having to take care of it or station troops to protect it, and could gain an additional trading province, then he would have made a great impression in front of the Roman citizens.

As for the fact that Duncan was actually a vassal of Britain, that didn't matter, as it was a remote and poor place.

Replacement concept.

The Empire sent reinforcements to help recapture the British province, but the reinforcements only included Duncan.

Previously, only Duke Dintagill recognized Duncan’s identity.

Now that he has made a career, the emperor of the empire is ready to recognize him.

Quintus looked at the happy Valentinian III, reached into his clothes, and touched a deed to the estate.

He has already completed the task entrusted by Anya.

It's a pity that he never got to meet that stunningly beautiful Roman noblewoman. Quintus had been coveting her for a long time, but this woman had very high standards.

Although beauty is beautiful, he still prefers his career.

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(End of this chapter)