Lord of Winter: Beginning with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 563: Chapter 339: The Lighthouse of Civilization

In the early morning of Red Tide City, the Main Castle had not yet fully awoken, but lights were already lit in the City Lord’s study.

Bradley stood in front of the desk, waiting for the Lord whom he hadn’t seen for a long time.

Louis walked into the study and nodded slightly when he saw Bradley, “You’re up even earlier than me.”

Bradley smiled and saluted, “That’s what I should do, my Lord.”

“Hmm.” Louis sat down and asked, “How has the situation in Red Tide been in my absence?”

Bradley opened his notebook and began to report:

“Overall, there has been no major upheaval, all departments are operating as usual. The City Defense Department has completed the registration and troop deployment for the four-ring residential area in Red Tide, and the new residents have moved in smoothly.

The main city’s sewage discharge system has been fully revamped, and a new diversion setup is now in use, running smoothly.

As for road construction, the main road to Mai Lang Territory is fully connected, capable of transporting large grain carts.

The mountain road towards Star Forge has been completed one-third, its progress slightly delayed due to complex terrain. The road to Dawn Port has completed its initial phase of hardening, and the work team is pushing forward.”

Louis listened while flipping through the documents handed over by Bradley.

The papers were neatly written, packed densely with content, and included several reports and personnel allocation lists.

He skimmed over the key points, mostly nodding his head.

Occasionally, he raised questions, and Bradley could respond with precise figures without flipping through pages.

“The Cultural and Educational Department’s literacy plan has been advanced to thirty-seven blocks. The evening street courses have been well received, especially in the workshop areas.

The first phase of the affairs assessment hosted by the Internal Affairs Department is completed, recording forty-two qualified officials, who have been assigned to various administrative nodes.”

“In terms of security…” Bradley turned to the next page, “there have been no major incidents in the past two months, and incidents of theft and street brawls are on a downward trend.”

The report was far from over.

From the Knight Order’s training progress to the city’s potion reserves, to the recent grain warehouse inventory…

Bradley proceeded smoothly, item by item, able to recount the general situation without needing to flip pages.

Louis continued listening, occasionally furrowing his brows then relaxing, overall things in Red Tide Territory were still moving in a positive direction.

“There is one more thing.” Bradley took out a brief report stamped with a red seal and handed it over.

“Over at Hamilton’s side, the loom has been finalized and entered small-batch production. It is named Loom Type One, powered by steam, with efficiency six to seven times higher than manual work.”

“Eight units from the trial production have been assembled. The western area of the workshop has been cleared to serve as the site for the first weaving factory. A draft recruitment list is prepared for the initial round of skilled worker recruitment.”

Louis took the paper, saying with some affirmation, “Looks like he didn’t disappoint me.”

Bradley smiled, “He also said that the time and trust you gave him is his way of repaying.”

“Good.” Louis placed the paper on the table, “Let’s not announce this yet, I’ll go back when the factory opens.”

“Understood.” Bradley paused, then continued, “Moreover, coordination between various departments is steadily stabilizing, tax collection at city gates and workshop supplies are clearly documented, no signs of disorder.”

“Overall steady, new policies advancing smoothly.” The old steward’s tone was calm, but with a sense of pride on his face.

Louis gently closed the file on loom production, pushed it aside, and leaned back in his chair.

“Bradley, I have a question.” His tone suddenly softened, “I’d like to hear your thoughts.”

The old steward immediately straightened up: “Please speak, my Lord.”

“About Border Guard Village, you are aware, even with the smooth operation of new laws, it ultimately only suppresses the surface.

The cost of reforming adult Barbarian Race is too high… then start with the next generation.”

Louis’s words carried a thought not belonging to this era:

“I want to bring those loyal Barbarian Race youths to Red Tide, not just to train their hands, but to teach them to become civilized people.”

“If the children of the Barbarian Race learn, they will teach the next generation, and the generation after that, until they no longer see themselves as the Barbarian Race.”

Bradley was silent for a few seconds, furrowing his brow slightly, his tone gentle yet hesitant:

“You mean to cultivate them into habitually listening to Red Tide? To fundamentally change their wild nature?”

Louis shook his head, neither confirming nor denying: “Bradley, this is not about taming them.

I want to try to see if a set of systems, an educational method can completely reshape the future of a tribe.

If successful, not just the Barbarian Race, I can use this method to educate elite young people in other parts of the Northern Territory, the entire Empire, even other countries.”

“I want to make Red Tide a lighthouse of civilization.”

After saying this, the study room fell into a brief silence.

Bradley’s expression changed slightly; he certainly understood the weight behind these words, yet for a moment couldn’t find how to respond.

He ultimately lived in this era, knowing the gambles among the nobility.

But the idea of “civilization lighthouse”, “restructuring tribes”, “educational systems rewriting the world”, was somewhat too complex for him.

He finally only softly asked, “My Lord… can such a thing really be done? Can we bear… all this?”

Louis offered no rebuttal, only a faint smile, “Just because others can’t do it, doesn’t mean I can’t.”

Bradley bowed his head, asking no more.

He didn’t quite understand what kind of future this young Lord wanted to build, but he was one hundred percent obedient.

Because the past few years had already proven that nine out of ten decisions by Louis were correct.

Then Bradley shifted his tone, slowly suggesting: “If so, perhaps some ceremonial rewards could be established, such as an honor title like ’Child of Red Tide Citizen’…”