Vargas kept tilting his head.

All Abel had to do was fill in personal information, so he wondered why there were so many questions.

"Why on earth are you doing that?"

"My thoughts and the interview results are completely different."

"What?"

"Wasn't that guy pretty good just now? The loyalty thing was a bit much, but his answer was spot on."

"Still, that won't work."

"Why?"

"Because he has a history of fraud. He lost it all gambling with money he stole from others and ended up here."

"Eh? But how do you know that?"

"My eyes and ears are everywhere."

Abel made excuses about Peltron.

Actually, he had just read the character information window.

If you said you had such abilities, who would believe you?

Besides, there was no reason to prove it.

System functions were more powerful when others didn't know about them.

Vargas nodded as if he understood.

"But why is it so quiet? It's about time for a counterattack."

"That's right. I thought the Soltri family would move right away."

The Senate, which had been hit directly, was left in a state of scorched earth.

A large number of influential nobles from the Duchy of Crawford were captured and brought in.

However, that didn't mean their power was completely broken.

They still had considerable influence over the government and the country as a whole.

"No, actually, it may have already started."

"Peltron said there would be no troop movement."

"The officials have started to go on strike."

"Ah, so that's why the workload in the Prime Minister's office has doubled."

"There were already a lot of them, but now they're reaching a level where I'm going crazy and jumping for joy."

"We can't keep working Shugle and Peltron like this forever."

"That's right. So I'm trying to select someone useful."

"Huh? Here? Aren't they all construction workers and loggers?"

"You just have to pick out the smart ones and bring them here to teach them. That's what they did in Midias."

Vargas was left speechless.

It seemed he had remembered that Abel had built an industrial city in the middle of nowhere.

Paul, the CEO of Dapan Industries, was also initially just a wage laborer at the Parviant farm.

But what about now?

Wasn't he doing a great job running multiple factories?

"You've proven so much yourself that it's impossible to refute your claims."

"Yes?"

"No one is coming now, so let's start tidying up."

"Yeah. I think I've pulled out enough."

Because it was such a small country, the number of poor people wasn't that large.

Of course, Abel didn't necessarily only let those who had difficulty making a living pass.

People's personalities were all different, regardless of how much money they had.

There could be great nobles, and there could be human scum among the poor and slaves.

Abel just used the character information window as a reference and filtered everything out.

It just so happened that most of the applicants were poor, so they were hired at a high rate.

"Okay, shall we begin?"

"What?"

"Do you know what those in power hate the most?"

"Their positions will be shaken."

"You guessed it right. So what method would be most effective?"

"A strong opponent? An assassination attempt? Isn't that something you'd be most wary of?"

"You're only half right."

"What's the reason?"

"If there's a problem with the identity of the person in power, then it's inevitable that they'll fall.

But that doesn't mean the system will collapse."

"Because someone will emerge as the new power."

Vargas nodded as if he understood.

But Abel had only admitted that he was half right.

It seemed the correct answer hadn't been figured out yet.

Abel opened his mouth with a big smile.

"I need to shake things up. I'm going to build a school in the Duchy of Crawford. I'm going to personally create talent to replace the bureaucrats."

"Oh! That's a really effective method."

Why did the bureaucrats resist and refuse to listen to him?

Because there was no substitute in the Duchy of Crawford.

However, if they had hired foreign workers, it would've only caused a backlash.

They would've said the Prime Minister was trying to sell out the country.

But what if they were to select people from the Duchy of Crawford from the beginning?

Abel wondered what the reaction would be.

Of course, building the school was a later project.

Because the priority right now was to establish a factory and system to process spirit trees.

To do that, an agreement with Mosra was essential.

After giving some instructions to the Dapan Construction Company employees, Abel headed to the back of Mount Berkal.

Mosra was looking around here and there, clearly enjoying the expanded territory.

Like a puppy running around excitedly, sniffing everything.

"Hey."

—Oh! You're here? You wonderful human.

It seemed like he was genuinely grateful that the annoying beings had been destroyed.

He greeted Abel with delight.

It would be nice if Shuguri and Peltron were as obedient as this guy.

But that probably wouldn't happen.

They were the type who always tried to climb the ladder.

"How have you been?"

—It's quite annoying when humans approach. But it seems okay. They're cutting down trees.

"Didn't you say that the energy of the earth is better felt when there are no trees?"

—But it's not necessarily a good thing. It has to be a place where plants and animals thrive so that the energy of the earth is also activated.

"It must be hard to live in the desert."

Abel had even considered taking this guy to Deliat, but he didn't think it would work.

Besides, there weren't many trees there anyway.

"Listen carefully."

—Huh?

"I'm going to divide this mountain into six sections. You'll move to each section in order once a year and create a spirit tree."

—Is that all I need to do?

"Humans will follow you, cut down the spirit trees, and plant new ones."

—Oh? It feels like I'm the leader.

In that case, it wouldn't be a bad idea to instill a proper sense of purpose.

Looking at Mosra's smiling expression, an idea occurred to Abel.

After all, wasn't this a business that was maintained by the power of a half-demon?

Then why not take advantage of that and instill a sense of purpose?

"What are you talking about?"

—Hmm?

"It might not feel like it, but you are the leader. The employees of the Dapan Group will only assist. You are the one who will lead and support this business."

Mosra's blank face slowly began to brighten.

His life, which had been plagued by powerful beings constantly looming around him, had completely changed.

—I'm... the captain?

Ddddddddddd!

At that moment, something clicked inside him.

Out of nowhere, the ground shook, and a bright light burst from Mosra's entire body.

Soon, the Tinkerbell-like creature grew to twice its original size.

His appearance changed significantly too.

'Wait a minute. I didn't mean for such a big change...'

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