Buffalo, Saint Aiven City.
The gradually turbulent waves in the Extraordinary World have not affected the developnt pace of the secular world.
With the gradual establishnt of the frawork of the new city hall, social order in this territory has begun to gradually recover.
At the sa ti, thanks to a series of asures adopted by Aiven, small regions with no advantages in traffic, resources, and population, as well as fringe cities heavily damaged in past years of tumult, were abandoned, and the population was concentrated in core cities.
Saint Aiven City, the developnt hub gathering a quarter of the territory's population, has begun to show signs of prosperity.
This is also the benefit of discarding rough and indulgent developnt, having comprehensive urban and industrial layout planning.
"Look quickly, the first batch of barges from our inland trade has returned."
Five flat-bottod barges filled with various fur goods were flowing downstream along the Hartson River.
Among the crew of the barges, part were early immigrants from Ilya in Buffalo, and part were already naturalized Huron aborigines. This combination works better in the Midwestern Region.
Dong! Dong! Dong!
As soon as the barges were docked smoothly, a large group of "Hartson Fur Company" staff, all wearing uniform work clothing and driving horse carts, rushed forward.
After unloading the barges in a sowhat ssy manner, they reloaded them with the trade muskets, gunpowder, lead bullets, sword oil, and Holy Salt Bombs brought by horse carts. The five barges then continued their return journey without stopping, towed by tugboats.
After the canal was opened, it took another month and a half for the "Hartson Fur Company" to genuinely establish contact with the Atrean people tribes living in the Midwestern Region.
While leaving personnel along the way to maintain the first 15 temporary depots, they finally completed the first full cycle of trade activities, mining the first barrel of gold from the inland.
Moreover, due to the continuous blocking of transportation by the "Spirit Tide," furs, as the hunting by-products of these nomadic tribes, had already piled up like mountains. Every minute of delay was a waste of money. When salary is tied to performance, not even beasts can block their enthusiasm for making money.
And these raw materials brought back by traders would enter the handicraft fur workshops in Saint Aiven City, be made into various finished garnts, and then shipped to the mainland.
Simply because Aiven understood that Buffalo purely as a raw material production place had no future; only through further processing to increase added value could the maximum benefit be obtained. Even establishing its own brand, gradually capturing the fur market.
Although currently, it is just a beginning, all employees of the fur company sincerely believe in the beautiful future envisioned by Aiven.
At the sa ti, another fleet that ca from faraway Tulip slowly docked at Saint Aiven Port.
The main force of the fleet was still trading ships, but the flagship of the escort fleet, the "Storm Horn," had not returned to the mainland since initially coming to the New Continent. Taking advantage of the last campaign opportunity, Aiven gave it an extended leave.
"Milan, over here!"
Possessing smooth wheat-colored skin, wearing a goose-yellow lady's dress, the Atrean girl, upon seeing a certain figure disembark from the "Storm Horn," suddenly brightened her big eyes, stood on tiptoe, and waved vigorously.
"Apsuya! How co you're here?"
Seeing the lover he thought about day and night, Milan leapt in a stride to the girl's side, lifted by the excited Princess Huron, spinning around several tis on the spot.
When this couple, who had been apart for half a year, was still passionately kissing and revealing their hearts.
More people disembarked from the gangway behind them.
"Big brother, is this our new ho?"
"That's right, although Buffalo is temporarily undergoing initial developnt, and Georgia is just starting. But Marquis is a kind lord, I believe under his leadership, this place will definitely beco the most prosperous in the New Continent!"
Gary, built like a tower, gently patted another young man who resembled him beside him, with his parents and four or five siblings who crossed the sea with him right behind.
Clearly, the whole family has moved, ready to "hang themselves" on the big tree of Aiven.
Moreover, Gary's situation is not unique. Not only did the entire "Storm Horn" crew return, but most also took this holiday ho opportunity to bring their families.
The ideas of these 350 crew mbers are simple.
As direct subordinates of Aiven, their various treatnts in the New Continent are much better than on the Kingdom Mainland. Plus, everyone feels that their fast-promoted to marquis captain will have a much broader future.
Having bought into initial shares, it's a well-known fact to seize opportunities closest at hand.
Subsequently.
They responded to Aiven's territory construction plan and moved their hos to Long Island, now demarcated as the Marquis's private estate, covering an area of 4,500 square kiloters. They would also be the first batch of subjects bound to the Galliot family, with relationships continuing through generations.
This is also the necessary accumulation of every noble household, exchanging generational loyalty and sacrifice for the lord's cultivation and support. Continuing for several generations, decades, it becos the most loyal and reliable backbone of a noble family.
In many great noble households, the butlers, personal guards, and even deathsworn often co from these connections, and many tis, these can be a force more reliable than kin.
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