240: Chapter 139: Unreliable Plan_2 240: Chapter 139: Unreliable Plan_2 If Hudson had outright said he intended to use these people as ordinary management, the assembled clanspeople would have likely fainted from shock.

These are minor details.

The army also has a rate of attrition.

If their natural abilities are insufficient and they get eliminated during training, no one can really say anything.

After all, one serving in the army could be sent to battle at any time.

Sending unqualified individuals to the battlefield would be irresponsible to everyone.

After being eliminated, they could continue their training towards the path of basic management – that would be Master Hudson showing familial consideration.

…

In the midst of a joyous gathering, the Koslow Clan achieved its first grand reunion in centuries.

The main achievements can be summed up in three points:

First, all knowledge held by the various branches of the family was collated and stored in the Mountain Domain to enrich the clan’s foundation.

All family members are welcome to come and learn for free.

Second, all branches of the family have contributed people and effort to jointly promote the development of the Mountain Domain.

Third, to enhance cooperation and exchange, especially regarding intelligence and military mobilization, in preparation for the orc invasion.

The specific implementation details were even more numerous.

In summary, they aim to enhance the clan’s strength as much as possible to prepare for the upcoming major changes.

The various branches with their own territories have also been assigned expansion tasks based on their actual circumstances.

On paper, if this expansion plan is completed, the total military power that the Koslow Clan could mobilize would exceed twelve thousand men.

Among the Kingdom’s intermediate aristocracy, this military strength ranks in the top five.

However, Hudson is not as optimistic.

A plan is merely a plan and its implementation will determine the outcome.

The Koslow Family can’t afford to maintain such a large standing army, so this large-scale force is primarily comprised of serf soldiers.

During busy farming seasons, they would definitely need to work in the fields.

Only during the slack seasons would the Lord schedule regular training drills.

Whether they trained daily, every three days, or once every few weeks depended on everyone’s actual execution.

If some were lazy, the intensity of their training might even fall short of that of the Mountain Domain’s reserves.

At the very least, Master Hudson manages to schedule drills for the reserves once every ten days.

What can be certain is that an army that has been trained is stronger than one that hasn’t.

Even if their only combat experience was accompanying the Lord on hunting expeditions, they would still be stronger than farm laborers who’ve just put down their hoes.

All of this is being forced out.

Who else, considering everyone’s unchanging dream to reclaim the ancestral land, would expect Hudson to come up with a feasible plan?

There is no doubt that the best course of action is to strengthen one’s own military capabilities.

As long as the Koslow Family has tens of thousands of elites at their disposal after the next Orc invasion, they can easily reclaim their ancestral land.

Undoubtedly, this is an almost impossible task.

They can’t even raise tens of thousands of troops now, let alone after the war.

The so-called ‘ancestral land reclamation plan’ is, in reality, just a mirage.

However, one must always have dreams.

If there were no dreams, how could Hudson paint this picture for everyone?

Without a lofty reason, why would every branch send their descendants to support the development of the Mountain Domain?

Matters related to family honor leave no room for choice.

Even if everyone harbors doubts about Hudson’s plan, theoretically it remains the most feasible one.

The Koslow Family has finally returned to the ranks of the intermediate aristocracy.

If they don’t take practical steps towards reclaiming their ancestral land, how can they shamelessly mingle in aristocratic circles?

Becoming an aristocrat and not behaving like one are two different concepts.

The former relates to capability and the latter, attitude.

Does anyone really think that everyone in the South is having a great time and they want to jump into the hellhole that is the Northland?

Perhaps the older generation, deeply influenced by family honor, truly regard reclaiming the ancestral land as their lifelong wish.

However, the younger generation, including Hudson, largely harbors no love for the Northland.

Not wanting to do something and not doing it are two different concepts.

Even Caesar III still passionately chants about reclaiming the kingdom’s old territory, right?

If even the King cannot free himself from the rules of the game, what about a small clan like Koslow?

…

In the Bimon royal court, Crown Prince Alex, famed as the ‘Emperor of the Stallions’, was busily sowing his seeds among his concubines.

His constant panting indicated that this Mongolian King’s body was not as strong as it seemed.

Work hard while you can; Crown Prince Alex has put into practice what it means to ‘die a Rosy Death’.

Even in death, he roams amongst the roses.

Xindell, who was serving at the side, despised what she was seeing.

Unable to bear it any longer, she wished she could intervene.

Unfortunately, her position as a concubine was limited.

Without the merit of offering the Water of Life, her presence here would still be uncertain.

Since becoming the Crown Prince, Alex had become more reckless with his entertainment.

This behavior was normal for him, but his most outrageous actions were at his parties where he held degrading games involving his concubines and guests.

For all the concubines in his house, these games were a nightmare.

Those who were chosen to participate saw the end of their peaceful days.

Their future now depended on Crown Prince Alex’s mood.

If he continues acting recklessly, Crown Prince Alex has a 99% chance of dying before the Bimon Emperor.

Xindell, who had been sent undercover, wasn’t sure if the clergy could bear these costs.

Persuasion was pointless; if she were to speak up, she was likely to end up in his bed.

Despite her disgust, Xindell had no choice but to fake enjoyment, something she struggled to endure.

If she could, she would have killed him on the spot.

Unfortunately, she was bound by her duty to the Clergy and had to prioritize her mission.

Control Alex and influence the decisions of the Orc Empire?

Xindell seriously questioned the sanity of the high-ranking clergy who made such decisions.

With the way he was acting, even if he inherits the Bimon throne, he’ll simply be a puppet ruler.

He might just stage a coup immediately after his coronation.

The principle of the strong ruling had seeped into every corner of the Orc Empire.

The Orcs wouldn’t accept a worthless emperor.

“All of you leave, I need to rest!”

This was Crown Prince Alex’s habit; no matter the fervor of his entertainment, he never let his concubines stay overnight.

After everyone had left, the lustful Crown Prince Alex’s demeanor shifted dramatically, his face growing cold.

After quickly getting dressed and opening a secret door, a flickering silhouette appeared in the debauched hall.

“My lord, please take care of yourself….”

Before the shadow could finish speaking, Alex waved his hand to interrupt:

“Enough, Silver Charm.

There’s no need for such repetitive, meaningless talk.

I’m well aware of my physical state.

I’ve played this debauched role for decades; it’s too late to stop now.

Besides, I don’t have the option to quit this game.

That old man’s days are numbered.

To maintain our father-son relationship, I must carry on this charade.

The palace holds no secrets, with spies from various factions.

In order to keep an eye on me, they’ve sent their trained elites here.

Since I can’t refuse their goodwill, why not just accept it?

How’s the preparation on your side?

I’m afraid that the old man’s patience is running out.

After years of eroding his scarce fatherly love, who knows how much is left?”

As he spoke, tears welled up in Alex’s eyes.

Despite his seemingly carefree days, an inner bitterness plagued him.

If it were possible, he’d prefer not to know the secret that changed his life; he’d rather drift aimlessly like his brothers.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t avoid it.

An unintentional intrusion and an empty coffin sparked his curiosity.

The resulting investigation revealed shocking information that changed his life.

The ambitious Alex was replaced by a lustful hedonist who surrendered to decadence.

He had hoped to indulge himself, live a mediocre life, and ignore the world’s criticisms.

However, a relentless inner voice wouldn’t let him give up.

To fight against his destiny and demand an explanation from someone he once cherished, Alex decided to rebel.

His plans have been in motion for years and now, it’s time to close the nets.

Still, inner turmoil tortures him.

With the mission at hand, fear and lingering affections torment him.

Apart from that unspeakable matter, the Bimon Emperor was an impeccable father to their brothers.