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Chapter 13 Come, let us harvest (please read!)

The beast-like struggle continued until dawn.

The scorching sun gradually rose from the ocean, and the thick sea fog quietly retreated, leaving only the tragic battlefield under the light of the morning sun.

Yes, it's tragic.

After all, these warriors have not received any military training in any sense, and can only fight with the help of their imagination and their own courage. Apart from that, there is nothing that can be called a battle.

So their movements are very wild and they often bump into houses or other places due to unbalanced steps and excessive movements.

They were very brave and screamed as they eliminated all the invading fog spirits in one night.

But at the same time, seeing that there were four non-combat casualties and one combat wounded, Leon still felt that he was thinking too much to rely on the strength of one person on one island to fight against the invading Royal Navy fleet in half a year.

The mist spirits themselves are very fragile. They only have extremely strong supernatural coldness towards people with corresponding souls, and they also have attack methods such as soul assimilation.

However, their bodies were still made of material, and their structure was extremely fragile. They moved slowly and lacked any means of surprise attack. In Leon's view, with a certain level of military skill, a few men could simply stand still, aim at these mindless monsters, and stir the air with sticks to completely eliminate them.

However, Leon did not intend to interfere with the judgment of these humans. After all, he was not a god, and it was impossible for him to master and teach everything. If he did so, humans would probably give up thinking when faced with a crisis they were unaware of. This was not the result Leon wanted. A future without thinking was extremely dangerous.

However, after seeing the non-combat casualties of one person spraining his ankle due to a flying kick, another hitting the back of another person's head with a stone, and another trying to do a windmill and getting dizzy, Li Ang decided to just replace the group.

The only normal non-combat casualty was when someone didn't notice a pit on the ground and fell flat on his face, passing out.

Well, the beginning is always the hardest, right? At least they're still alive.

"You fought bravely."

Looking at the warriors who were applying herbs to their wounds and looked very proud, Leon carefully considered his words and whispered:
"You have protected our homeland and made the environment safer. You have the right to take the spoils that belong to you. These crystals are the treasures contained in the monsters you killed."

"Sir, if it weren't for your grace, we would never be able to do this!"

"It's not necessary, you deserve it."

The tentacles rolled, and countless small fallen objects that were almost invisible at night were gathered together under Leon's will.

These dazzling crystals, which seemed to reflect every soul, held a great attraction for ordinary humans. Just one glance at them, and the crystals, shimmering in the sunlight, were so dazzling that it was almost impossible to open your eyes.

The soul is the most essential thing for an intelligent creature. Artificial soul products created by the spirit of nature also have a fatal attraction to ordinary people. Everyone hopes to have a stronger soul, which can better satisfy their desires and minds.

Looking at the crowd whose breathing became heavy, Leon announced his distribution.

"One third of this belongs to me. Because I am your leader, I will take one third to prove my name."

"The remaining one-third belongs to those who did not fight. They are the ones being protected and need the nourishment and supplies of these crystals. This is something that belongs to them."

"And the last one third belongs to you who fought bravely. You are the protectors of the village, and you have to stand here to accept the reward that belongs to you. You can freely distribute the one third that belongs to you, as long as you can accept it. Are you satisfied with my division?" Without any objection, Charlemagne half-knelt on the ground respectfully, touching his chest with one hand to express his loyalty and complete trust.

Questioning the words of the gods, even if it means giving the crystals to the gods 100%, is absolutely disrespectful.

The most basic institutional rules are formed from this distribution and division, though they are crude and filled with certain assumptions, and will inevitably be abandoned after a period of time. But for now, planning all of this as the authoritarian and sole authority is the best option.

The reason why Leon did not intend to monopolize power was very simple, because he could not monitor everyone at any time and control everyone's fate and activities.

At least not at the moment.

In this case, the best way is to cultivate your own spokespersons and secondary branches to control these people on your behalf.

Although it doesn't mean much now, but looking at the crowd who were a little dazed at first but soon became grateful, Li Ang knew that his preliminary team has been formed.

Li Ang didn't know why other farming novels were so popular. It seemed so easy to open up wasteland and cultivate land. Just talking about a dream could quickly make everyone work hard. But here, Li Ang didn't find such a group of people who were so easy to deceive.

Even at this point, Li Ang could still sense some flickering glances from the crowd.

They don't believe in themselves and can't trust themselves.

In the eyes of these frightened birds, no matter how Leon behaves, they will always think that it is just another round of invasion and enslavement.

Because their thinking has been fixed and their ideas have been solid, because their past experiences have told them so, they also believe that past experiences can guide them to a safe place, even though there is no reason at all.

But Li Ang didn't care too much. He was more concerned about his real base.

If these androids were imbued with Soul Stones and gave birth to children, would they truly be considered human? Would new life be born for the Silver Gate?

Looking at those humans in the crowd who were no different from other humans, except that they cheered and put the soul stones in their hands or in their mouths, Leon gave another order to these humans who had regressed to the Neolithic Age.

"The rewards are over. Now go eat. After that, you still have to build your home."

"We strive to fill up this island as quickly as possible, and we strive to complete our progress as quickly as possible. At the very least, we should become a group of human beings, rather than a group of half-naked savages."

"Let's get to work."

Looking at those people who seemed to finally have some hope and had the most basic exchange, Leon gave his orders.

'System prompt: You are about to research technology, pottery!'

'System prompt: You are about to study culture, chiefdom!'

(End of this chapter)