I was a knight in the Middle Ages

Alpha paused, his voice becoming even more forceful: "All eligible personnel will undergo Bruce's first round of selection. Those with exceptional magical and martial arts talent will enter the Magical and Martial Arts Academy for further study, striving to become future elite pillars; while those with slightly less talent but a solid foundation will enter the Magical Energy Academy for systematic upgrades. Ultimately, they will become fearsome magic spearmen who strike terror into the hearts of their enemies, forming the solid backbone of our army."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Gurus, the representative of the dwarves and master of military engineering, could no longer contain himself.

Gurus coughed a few times, his cloudy eyes flashing with a fanatical desire for weapons, and asked in a gruff voice, "Lord Alpha, since the main force of the future army will be the magic spearmen, then what exactly is the direction of our weapons development? Please enlighten us!"

Alpha smiled slightly, extended his finger, and answered clearly: "Given the current shortage of our magic lancers and the huge gap in high-ranking knights and mages, the current development direction of magic lances must be pragmatic. I require that they be primarily single-shot, high-precision, high-penetration, and small-caliber. What we need is cost-effectiveness, reliable weapons that can be deployed on a large scale in a short time, rather than those flashy but impractical 'high-end' magic lances that require extremely high talent to master."

Alpha changed the subject, looking at Gurus with eyes full of expectation and entrustment: "However, Gurus, this does not mean we can ignore heavy firepower. The development of large-caliber, high-burst, rapid-fire weapons must not be abandoned, as it concerns our future strategic deterrence and offensive capabilities. In this regard, your dwarven race has always been known for its ingenuity and craftsmanship, and I entrust this important task entirely to you!"

"Yes, sir! We will do our utmost!" Gurus straightened his chest and solemnly accepted the order.

Seeing this, Perov, the genius inventor and representative of the goblin race, could no longer sit still.

He stood up excitedly, his eyes gleaming with a fanatical light: "Great Lord Alpha, we goblins also implore you to approve the launch of the great research project left behind by our ancestors—the mech warrior! We want to restore the glory of our ancestors and forge steel giants!"

Upon hearing this, a hint of approval flashed in Alpha's eyes.

Alpha, well aware of the goblins' and elves' talent in magical machinery, immediately nodded in agreement: "Good! Granted! Your goblin and elf branches shall immediately establish a dedicated research lab within the magic academy to conduct in-depth research. I will allocate the best resources and personnel to provide you with all necessary support. Go ahead and get to work; I look forward to your results!"

The discussion on technology and military affairs has come to an end, and the specific details of research and development will be left to these experts to discuss on their own.

Alpha felt a little relieved watching them have such a lively discussion, but the hard work of the past few days also made him feel a bit sleepy.

Alpha got up and left the conference room, his steps unconsciously leading him toward Linda's tent.

After a passionate and tender moment, Alpha and Linda lay in each other's arms, both breathing heavily.

The lingering fragrance of the air still remained.

After calming down a bit, Alpha stroked Linda's smooth, jade-like back, his tone softening with a hint of probing: "Linda, Alice is here too. I've thought about it and decided to let her come with you. I trust you to handle things, and you can also train her properly."

Linda lazily raised her eyes, a hint of understanding flashing in her beautiful eyes.

She had already discerned Alice's subtle yet profound feelings for Alpha, but her heart remained largely unmoved, and she had no intention of interfering.

"If she's with you, then you'll have to take responsibility for her yourself. I don't care," Linda said with a light laugh, her words carrying a hint of coquettishness and nonchalance.

Alpha smiled, and then Linda's expression turned serious.

Linda changed the subject, raising a thorny practical problem: "By the way, Alpha, with Fatalia's current economic and material resources, it's really beyond our capacity to simultaneously support the expansion of the magic academy and the strategic development of the Greek region; resources are severely insufficient."

Alpha frowned slightly; he knew this was a difficult problem, but a decision had to be made.

Alpha pondered for a moment, then decisively said, "Then adjust the priorities. Fully support all reasonable requests from the Magic Academy and the Technology Academy, ensuring our future combat strength is not affected. However,"

Alpha emphasized, "The food and supplies security supply to the Austro-Hungarian region must not be interrupted. That is the foundation of our population and economy, and we must ensure that it is absolutely secure."

“I can guarantee that,” Linda nodded.

He then frowned, a hint of worry in his eyes. "However, there's a new development recently. The slave trade is rampant in some areas, and even many local people are involved. This has led to a significant increase in the birth rate of the Black population, and the rapid increase in numbers may pose a hidden danger."

Alpha's eyes narrowed. He knew this was a matter concerning social structure and the foundation of rule, and it had to be regulated institutionally.

Alpha sat up straight, his tone turning cold and authoritative: "Black slaves must be strictly controlled and not left to their own devices. I intend to formally divide our people into four classes: citizens, commoners, vagrants, and outcasts. Citizens will have the highest rights and enjoy all privileges; commoners will be next, forming the backbone of society."

Alpha continued to explain: "Refugees refer to those who have fled their homes and families. As long as they have lived peacefully in our area for five years without committing any major offenses, they can be directly promoted to commoners and enjoy the same treatment as commoners. As for the untouchables, they include slaves, prisoners, etc. They are at the bottom of society and must strictly abide by the rules and perform long hours of unpaid or low-paid labor before they can be considered for promotion based on their performance."

“Furthermore,” Alpha added, “to further refine management, each level is further divided into three grades: first, second, and third, to differentiate treatment and ensure clear rewards and punishments. Black slaves, in principle, belong to the untouchable class. Moreover, I want to stipulate that any offspring born from a union with a black person will automatically be demoted one grade in social status. That is to say, even if a high-ranking citizen marries a black person, both the individual and their children will be directly demoted to commoners. This is to ensure the bloodline and quality of our core ethnic group.”

Alpha looked at Linda with a deep gaze: "As for the promotion to first-class citizen, the threshold must be extremely high. Only those with outstanding military achievements or significant scientific and technological contributions can be promoted. Once a person becomes a first-class citizen, he and his family will be fully supported by the state and enjoy the highest honors and treatment. You can discuss the specific operational details yourselves and formulate detailed laws."

“I understand, this is indeed a long-term plan,” Linda nodded in understanding.

Linda knew that Alpha's move was to consolidate his rule. Although it seemed ruthless to black people, in that dog-eat-dog era, power and order were the only truths.

Seeing Linda's increasingly alluring appearance in the candlelight, Alpha's heart was once again filled with passion.

Alpha pounced again, and another tumultuous ordeal erupted inside the tent.

After a long time, everything returned to calm.

Alpha reluctantly got up, straightened his clothes, and with a mix of satisfaction and exhaustion, headed to his next destination to continue his grand plan of conquest and domination.

The night was as dark as ink, and all was silent. A waning moon hung in the sky, casting a cold, clear light.

In the dead of night, Alpha quietly left Linda's camp, finally stopping in front of Lilia's tent.

"Lord Alpha, you've arrived." The curtain was lifted, and Lilia was clearly a little uneasy when she saw the familiar, tall figure outside the door.

After not seeing each other for several months, a mix of unfamiliarity and awe filled Lilia's heart, leaving her feeling somewhat at a loss.

"What? After not seeing you for a few months, is my Lilia going to avoid me and ignore me?" Alpha's lips curled into a playful smile, and he stepped inside without saying another word.

Alpha strode forward, stretched out his long arm, and pulled the soft, fragrant body into his arms, then pulled her down onto the soft bed.

"Lord Alpha, you...you are busy with official business, please focus on the important matters." Lilia's cheeks flushed red as she hurriedly searched for an excuse, trying to break free from this dizzying embrace.

"The important matter? The important matter right now is you." Alpha's deep voice carried an undeniable magnetism. "We'll talk about the rest later."

Before the words were even finished, Alpha, with a hint of impatience, forcefully pressed down on it, declaring its desire through its actions.

After a passionate and tumultuous encounter, only the intertwined breaths of the two remained inside the tent.

Lilia, like a docile kitten, rested contentedly in Alpha's strong arms, her smooth back bare, listening to her lover's deep narration.

"Lilia, you must remember that our naval forces are still immature and unstable." Alpha's tone became serious and solemn.

"Your primary task is not to be brave and fierce, but to 'survive' and accumulate strength. You must never act rashly or engage in a decisive battle with a powerful enemy. You must understand that naval warfare is completely different from land warfare. It is another field full of unknowns and dangers. If you are not careful, you will be doomed. I don't want the naval resources I have worked so hard to build to be wasted."

“Lord Alpha, I understand.” Lilia nodded gently, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Rest assured, we have been working tirelessly. The Navy's first steel warship is complete! It is steam-powered, powerful, and incredibly sturdy, serving as the cornerstone for our journey into the deep blue sea!"

"That's good." Upon hearing this, Alpha's furrowed brows relaxed slightly.

"You need to have in-depth discussions with the experts from the Ministry of Science and Technology regarding the specific technical details and tactical applications, pooling our wisdom and efforts. As for the command and strategy of the naval battle, that is entirely up to you, and I trust your judgment."

Seeing the undisguised exhaustion in Alpha's eyes, Lilia felt a pang of pity and asked softly, "Lord Alpha, are you... are you still going to go and explain things to the others?"

“You will be setting sail early tomorrow morning, and there are some things I need to explain to you tonight,” Alpha sighed.

He longed to simply fall into a deep sleep, but the heavy burden on his shoulders did not allow him to slack off in the slightest.

Just then, the curtain was lifted again, and an unexpected figure appeared at the door.

"Lord Alpha, do you have any new instructions? Liv is here." It was Liv, wrapped in a clean white bath towel.

She stood there gracefully, her long, wet hair cascading over her shoulders, carrying the fragrance and moisture of a post-bath shower.

"I...I'll just go out." Upon seeing this, Lilia blushed deeply and instinctively pulled the sheet over her body, trying to get up and avoid the situation.

However, Alpha smiled and pulled Lilia into his arms, while his other hand did not let go of Liv either.

Al's tone was tinged with a mix of mockery and satisfaction: "Why run away? We're not strangers. Since you're all here, let's stay together tonight."

Nestled in Alpha's arms, the beauty breathed softly.

Alpha savored this rare moment of tenderness while entrusting Liv with her important task: "Liv, your main task remains commercial trade. Land affairs are handled by the regional heads, but the key lies in maritime trade. That is a golden road to wealth and power."

Alpha paused, his eyes sharpening. "You must understand that the seas are not peaceful these days. The Pirate Alliance's influence is everywhere, their warships patrol the waterways, ruthlessly robbing all non-alliance trade ships. That's why they're called the 'Pirate Alliance.' You must survive and thrive in this environment, transforming our merchant fleet into a force to be reckoned with."

"Liv understands, and will certainly not fail your trust." Liv nodded solemnly in agreement.

After all the matters were explained, the decadent music that made people blush once again rang out in the tent.

As dawn broke and the sky began to lighten, Alpha, feeling both exhausted and satisfied, finally fell into a deep sleep.

The next day at noon, the sun was blazing.

As the highest-ranking officials in their respective regions, Linda and Lilia bore heavy responsibilities and dared not delay in the slightest. They hurriedly took their leave and rushed back to their fiefdoms.

Their figures quickly disappeared on the horizon, leaving only a cloud of dust that spoke of the hustle and bustle of the place.

After seeing off the two important officials, it was nearly noon.

After tidying up briefly, Alpha headed towards Tasly's training camp.

Alpha's feelings towards this female knight were quite complex and difficult to express.

Tasri was one of the ten squire knights who accompanied Alpha when he first arrived in this world.

However, at that time, Tasly only had coldness and disdain in her eyes and looked down on this seemingly weak young knight.

When Alpha announced that they were granted their freedom, she was the one who left without looking back.

But fate had other plans, and Tasly was later rescued by Alpha when she found herself in dire straits.

Perhaps out of gratitude, or perhaps captivated by its hidden charm, she ultimately chose to stay and has followed it ever since.