Unbeknownst to ti, it was already the autumn of the year 186 in the Sea Origin Calendar.
The first Sunday of August.
Georgia Territory.
Brunswick, the largest city and the capital, a port city—the Governor’s Mansion.
In Aiven’s room, cascades of black hair spread over the white pillow, and a girl in a white nightdress slowly opened her sapphire-like beautiful eyes, the first thing she saw was the handso face close to her.
Pop!
She gave a routine morning kiss. Olivia stretched lazily like a kitten, combed her cloud-like hair with her hand, and greeted:
"Good morning, Aiven."
Looking at the girl in his arms, Aiven couldn’t help but smile tenderly.
Although there were occasional ups and downs recently, on the whole, things were going smoothly.
They had just dealt with a formidable enemy affecting the fleet’s developnt, cutting off an arm of the Hilus people, and the matters concerning the Viscount Domain had been completely settled. Most importantly, he had this like-minded girl fighting by his side, holding her felt like holding the whole world.
But Aiven couldn’t resist teasing this still sowhat sleepy and adorably unique young girl:
"What morning, in the morning you should say: Last night was really..."
Before finishing his sentence, his ribs were punched by the blushing Olivia.
"Ow!"
With an exaggerated cry of pain, the two of them were fully awake. The girl threw off the lightweight blanket, jumped barefoot off the bed, quickly changed out of her nightdress, and into the major’s uniform hanging on the rack, which belonged to her.
Aiven lay there without moving, propping his head up, admiring the shy beauty of the girl at this mont.
Georgia Territory belongs to a typical subtropical monsoon humid climate, with warm oceanic waters near the Golden Sea, having pleasant weather year-round. At this ti, a few pale yellow orchids with pink spots were blooming splendidly on the bedroom windowsill, their delicate fragrance creating a soothing sense of ho.
"Today I also have to go to the port to receive the steam-powered textile machine you bought from the holand, to demonstrate for those big businessn still on the fence, have breakfast by yourself. Nyaa..."
Olivia, who quickly changed into a capable female officer, regained her usual color and cutely stuck out her tongue at Aiven before pushing the door and walking out.
At that ti, the sun was gradually rising from the eastern sea surface.
In the expansive Governor’s Mansion, the remnants of a grand banquet held the night before had mostly dissipated.
So well-dressed and well-trained servants and maids were dealing with the last bits of the evening’s aftermath.
Seeing Olivia walking by, they all bowed and greeted:
"Good morning, Miss!"
The lighthearted and bright girl responded with a smile:
"Hello, everyone!"
There was no doubt that these people were all borrowed personnel from the Aimoer family.
Additionally, after the banquet ended, guests including the Queen’s special envoy, colonial administrative officers, mbers of Parliant, Aiven’s Navy colleagues, and their families were in attendance.
Aside from a limited number of distinguished guests, Aiven didn’t need to worry much; personnel sent by the Marquis family would naturally handle the hosting.
Yesterday, Her Majesty the Queen’s envoy had set off heading north.
The envoy, in addition to officially announcing the ownership of this territory on behalf of Her Majesty the Queen, also needed to inspect various locations to solidify governance, not wasting ti in these lands that no longer belonged to the Royal Family.
The original governor of the Georgia Territory, Child, familiar with the New Continent’s colonial situation, accompanied him.
The envoy’s arrival also marked the complete end of Child’s term. After completing their inspection tasks here, they would return by ship to report to the Queen.
Many dignitaries from various colonies within the Tulip Alliance ca personally to attend the banquet, and those who couldn’t make it in person sent representatives.
Yesterday, Aiven and Olivia had already entertained a batch of prominent figures; the remaining ones might stay in Georgia for two days, touring the Kingdom’s youngest colony while establishing new communication channels with the hosts here.
And after organizing last night’s banquet, a portion of the well-trained servants and maids from the Marquis family remained here to enrich the Galliot Clan’s heritage, as they were an important part of the noble façade.
Despite the Galliot Clan having two Great Knights and having top-tier strength among the nation’s powerful families, they had declined for many years, no longer reflecting the deanor of a noble house.
In fact, before the envoy arrived.
Aiven had already served as the governor of the Georgia Territory, like Marquis Yuanfan, personally taking on the role, while appointing Olivia as the Chief Governor of the Georgia Territory, ranking above the governors of the territory’s various cities.
An 18-year-old girl, young and lacking experience, was not a problem; the Marquis family’s think tank would naturally help her fill in the gaps.
Obviously.
When it cos to exploiting the Marquis’s resources, the Viscount is serious, consistent, and unwavering.
Now Olivia has gone out to execute the first step of the territorial industry developnt plan, cotton planting, and cotton textile industry.
Apart from the batch of steam-powered textile equipnt that Aiven commissioned his friends from the "Violet Eye," especially Delis, the young lady from Phaletis’s "Light of Alchemy," to purchase.
The plantation industry has also begun simultaneously.
With the Seagull’s "Mind Network" assisting in its massively expanded scale, it’s as if we’ve obtained a series of multifunctional remote sensing satellites.
In addition to military intelligence, it has been widely used in agriculture, forestry, oceanography, land, environntal protection, teorology, and more, making land asurent a breeze.
Under precise mapping, thousands of farm regions have been planned on this vast land, just waiting for a population influx.
Located in the cotton belt that runs across the east and west of the New Continent, wouldn’t it be a sha not to collaborate with Far Sails Territory for joint developnt and greatly expand the scale of the cotton textile industry?
Of course, even with the help of Dad’s think tank, Olivia is not willing to be outdone. When appearing in public as the Governor, she usually changes into the crisp School Officer’s uniform to conceal her age and overly outstanding appearance.
Therefore, Olivia had almost beco a resident at the Governor’s Mansion in Georgia Territory, only occasionally going back ho.
Although the relationship between the two was already implicitly acknowledged, Nymph was still sowhat jealous of her beloved daughter’s behavior of siding several hundred kiloters away.
However, the only way to solve worries is... to get rich quickly!
During this period, the first batch of organic gemstone transactions she handled has already been paid for.
Although the price was only half that of natural gemstones of the sa quality, the profit margin still reached two thousand percent. Moreover, the discerning individuals within the "Gem School" could see the profound significance behind these "Standardized Gemstones."
Nymph, being an Upper-Rank Wizard herself, also holds the sole supply of organic gemstones.
With both power and wealth paving the way, she imdiately beca a sought-after figure within the entire "Gem School," and it wasn’t impossible for her to contend for the next School Chief.
Additionally.
Despite the fact that there are only five or six hundred "Gem School" Wizards in the entire Material World.
It’s safe to say that none of them co from families without substantial ancestral wealth, possessing imnse influence even within the entire human world.
By leveraging this revolutionary technology, an impact on these individuals could generate an invisible power that even the king of a major nation must sternly acknowledge.
Thus, not only is Olivia rarely seen at ho now, but the Marchioness, reveling in the dual harvest of wealth and career, has begun a transcontinental journey with no set return date.
Marquis Duke: ...
Another event of far-reaching impact cannot be ignored.
It’s been exactly one month since the mishap-laden "treasure hunt."
No matter what initially caused the mêlée, the most direct consequence was the devastating blow to the pirate power on the "Golden Sea." Particularly, the core Extraordinary under the "Oathbreaker" were almost wiped out, and the Pirate King "Oathbreaker" Bradley mysteriously disappeared.
This also cleared obstacles for Phaletis Kingdom’s "Overlord Disqualification Plan."
In comparison, the enfeoffnt of Georgia Territory turned out to be rather unremarkable.
Following Aiven and the others, the last core subordinate of the "Oathbreaker" who escaped the maze, Onions, had witnessed Bradley’s fate firsthand. Naturally, it was impossible to return to his forr employer, so he simply joined the now-thriving "Dragon Cavalry."
He also fully exposed the "Oathbreaker."
Therefore, although Aiven and the others didn’t end up with the Kuma Empire’s leftover treasures, a pirate king’s years of accumulation were enough to satisfy them abundantly.
Due to the travel constraints, they only violently excavated a few limited treasure sites of the "Oathbreaker," and the total value is yet uncertain, but the initial funds for the major territorial construction are certainly sufficient.
At the very least, there’s no need to overly compromise on economic policies and privileges with those rchants, large trade associations, or in the Bank Group...
At the banquet the evening before last, Anita, another mber of Galliot Clan, appearing stunningly in a lavish attire, briefly showcased herself in front of all the high-ranking officials or envoys from the Tulip Colony, before reverting to her Pirate King persona and continuing with Onions to seek the remaining Pirate King treasures.
Moreover, up to today, facts have proven Aiven’s earlier wisdom.
None of the ships daring to seize anything from that island were able to reappear on the open sea, and those hiding gold or gemstones vanished into the mist in full view.
Their fate need not be detailed.
Aiven, feeling exceptionally pleased, leisurely got out of bed, enjoyed a breakfast ticulously prepared by the Marquis Family chef alone.
Snap—!
Activating the [Black Cavity], a single stride brought him to Waterfall Hill located in the central part of the territory.
Amidst the large expanse of green coniferous forest, a Gothic-style Wizard Tower has risen on the mountainside where the Honey Mushroom resides.
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