Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 70: Reforms in the North

When the dry and cold air filled his nostrils, Figosin knew that he was back in the North.

After hearing about the cooperation between the church and the Drogo Group, she decided to return to the fiefdom immediately and not participate in the remaining weeks of the expo.

The North must reach cooperation with the Drogo Group as soon as possible. The earlier the cooperation, the more important it will be.

If they wait until they develop further, it is hard to say how much value the North will still have in their eyes.

In order to save time, many parts of the journey were teleported.

However, we did not choose to teleport directly. To reach places with poor magic facilities, we still have to travel by land or by boat. Teleporting all the way is too expensive.

It ultimately took eleven days to get back to the North, saving a week compared to the entire trip by boat.

"Ah!"

Figesin sneezed.

I'm back, the familiar feelings are back.

It's not a cold. In this unfortunate place where it can snow in May, the residents all have more or less respiratory problems.

It manifests as endless sneezing, nostrils that are sometimes blocked and sometimes unblocked, and a runny nose that seems to never stop when the seasons change.

What’s even more amazing is that as long as you go south, you will recover automatically, but once you come back, you will relapse immediately.

This disease that won't go away is like life in the North that will never get better; it will linger and stay with you for the rest of your life.

Can she really make a difference?
"Princess, we've docked." Master Zet knocked on the cabin door.

The guards followed Figesin off the ship. Although they were going home, they were far from being as excited as when they arrived at the Twin Towers City.

They don't love this place, they just can't leave it.

"Fei Fei!" At the port, a thin woman with lifeless white skin and white hair and eyebrows waved at them excitedly.

"Sister Gerda!" Figsin ran up to her and gave her a big hug.

"How come you are back earlier than expected?" asked Gerda.

"Of course it's because I miss you!"

"Don't be ridiculous."

"I have a big plan. Let's talk about it in detail when we get in the carriage. By the way, this is a gift for you."

Figosin took out the messed-up Rubik's Cube from his waist bag.

"This is a Rubik's Cube. It's a super fun toy."

Before leaving, she went to the famous "specialty store" in Twin Towers City, Drogo's Toy Store, and carefully selected the only toys that her sister might be interested in from among the many toys.

Drogo's Toy Store follows the tradition of having luxury versions of any toy, either to cheat customers or to meet the needs of distinguished customers.

The one that Figosin uses is made of obsidian, and the color is differentiated by the top-of-the-line version with crystal veneer.

"Is this a toy? I thought it was jewelry or a decoration."

The Rubik's Cube in Gerda's hand scatters colorful colors under the sunlight, which is very beautiful.

As for gemstones, the more they look like glass, the more valuable they are, assuming they are not glass.

"Of course it's a toy. It can restore all six sides to one color. I deliberately messed it up to see if you can restore it."

"Okay, okay." Gerda could tell at a glance that she was lying. For ordinary people, it's nothing to get embarrassed when lying, but for a royal family, this is a fatal flaw.

But she is far away from the center of the power struggle and may be trapped in the North for the rest of her life.

Maybe it's a good thing. At least in this shabby place where no one cares about me, I won't die in obscurity.

Figosin was indeed lying; she had scrambled the Rubik's Cube on the way and couldn't put it back together.

In Drogo's toy store, the time required to restore the Rubik's Cube has been reduced to less than one minute, without the use of acceleration magic. This is the record of a thief who is said to be an old acquaintance of Toto.

The people at the research institute derived the reduction formula, and Figosin copied it down, wanting to come back and show it to Gerda.

However, the boat was bumpy on the road and a cup of water spilled onto the paper where the formula was copied, and it was never restored.

Figgin originally wanted to dismantle it and put it back together, but she was afraid that she might damage the crystal if she used too much force, so she gave up. The sisters held hands, got on the carriage, and drove towards Winter City.

They are not biological sisters. Although old King Sutton likes to leave offspring everywhere, he still recognizes his own children.

Figesin was the king's illegitimate daughter, and Gerda was the abandoned daughter of a minor noble who grew up with her.

The reason for her abandonment was the color of her skin and hair. The official statement was that she was a girl of doom who was cursed by the devil and lost her color.

Of course, it's just albinism.

Now she is an all-round housekeeper who helps Figesin govern the North and handle various chores.

In order to show his compromise with democratic ideas, the king enacted a law to ensure fair competition in selecting the successor.

Although this is not democratic, because the heir to the kingdom can only be chosen from princes and princesses.

It is also unfair because the competition method is that each candidate is given a piece of fiefdom, and the construction status of each fiefdom is compared after a few years.

However, the fiefdom of Figesin had a serious population outflow and almost no pillar industry. Even the abolition of serfdom was only in name only, and it was not actually abolished completely in the north.

Construction? I find it a little funny when you mention construction.

"So, what's your big plan?" Gerda asked in the carriage.

“I want to raise an army.”

"Don't you have a personal guard?" Gerda knew that she had loved wielding swords and sticks since she was a child, and even her occupation was a barbarian, which was very inconsistent with her identity as a princess.

Moreover, she is of a high rank and has rich practical experience. Even the old border soldiers who have served in the army for decades praise her.

"Too little, not enough. I want to solve the bandit problem in the north."

"You're kidding again."

"I don't!"

Gerda looked at Figsin, whose expression was very serious. She had never seen her so motivated since she came to the North.

"The bandit problem is not so easy to change." Gerda said helplessly.

The entire society in the North is tied to crime, and joining a gang or becoming a bandit is a very common "employment plan" for young people.

The environment is like this and many people have no choice.

"But if you don't try to change, there will never be hope. I found someone who is willing to cooperate with the North, uh, the dragon. As long as we can make this place more stable."

"dragon?"

"It's the Drogo Group, a super business group that is rapidly rising in the Twin Towers. They have ways to allow the North to develop other industries. As long as people have safer means of making a living, there is no need to participate in crime."

Gerda understood, but she was still unwilling to give up and wanted to build the North to prove it to those in the royal city.

"But what about the biggest gangs? They don't have a choice."

The North is in a weird situation of co-governance between nobles and gangs.

Gangs would regularly pay bribes to nobles, but it was not the kind of bribery from the lower to the higher.

But if I give you money, you'd better accept it, so that everyone will look good. Otherwise, I have to help you look good.

This kind of bribery.

"That's why I want to build my own army, and only train those who have blood feuds with those big gangs."

"Where will the money come from to train a professional army? Our tax revenue is not enough."

"Use my savings, and then fight to support the war."

"What if it fails?"

"What's the difference between me and a loser now?"

With the sound of a horse neighing, we arrived at Winter City.