King-Chapter 1104 - 164, Can’t Go Back_2

Silver Moon Imperial Court had just seen off the leader of the Elephantman Clan seeking support, and the Silver Moon Wolf Emperor offered a cold smile.

"Daniel, did you see their true nature?"

"They are all a bunch of worthless creatures. Had they shown such determination during the Continental War, the outcome for the Northern Continent might have been different!

But the skill with which they’ve concealed their strength is indeed admirable. Without the competition for the Emperor’s throne, we might never have known how these guys managed to amass such a solid foundation right under our noses."

Daniel’s response made the Silver Moon Wolf Emperor shake his head.

"You are mistaken; their approach isn’t wrong. From the perspective of their own species, preserving strength is the top priority.

As for the situation on the Continent and the future of the Empire, those matters are merely talk and should not be taken too seriously.

The Bimon Tribe is a case in point; their contributions to the Empire have always been the greatest among all clans. Yet once they declined, they still ended up being homeless.

Were it not for old ties, they wouldn’t even have the chance to leave alive!"

The Emperor’s blunt explanation caused Crown Prince Daniel’s face to change greatly. Military genius did not equate to political strength, and in years past, he couldn’t help but consider issues from the Empire’s perspective.

However, reality was harsh. The Silver Moon Wolf Emperor shattered his preconceived notions: the Empire belonged to everyone, but one’s own clan was paramount.

"Father, treating the Bimon Tribe so harshly now, who will dare to dedicate themselves to the Empire in the future?

Although the previous Bimon Emperor had serious faults, Alex’s performance has been very good. To exile them to the front lines seems somewhat inappropriate."

Daniel couldn’t help but argue.

He could understand prioritizing the preservation of one’s own strength. But to let the clans challenge the Bimon Tribe, force them to give up their royal status, and to voluntarily go into exile was beyond his ability to accept.

"Daniel, you are wrong again, we owe the Bimon Tribe nothing; we have no obligation to provide them safe passage.

They indeed made significant contributions to the Empire, but in return, they were elevated to the position of the premier royal family.

Without the tacit consent of our families, how could the Bimon Clan with their small population have sustained their leading position?

They chose the biggest piece of the pie at the beginning, so they should be prepared for the consequences. Regardless of the Old Bimon Emperor’s actions, they have only themselves to blame for their current fate.

Remember, do not sympathize with the losers, never do!"

The world-upending words were spoken by the Silver Moon Wolf Emperor, leaving Daniel speechless.

All that had seemed reasonable was, in fact, long priced in the shadows. Instantly he understood why the Bimon Tribe had declined and why the Four Royal Families appeared so indifferent.

It wasn’t that they lacked the capacity for empathy; rather, for an Emperor, sentiments were an excessive luxury. Rationality was what they ought to possess.

Instead of spending a great deal to save the Bimon Clan destined for decline, it was better to seize the opportunity for a major purge within, easing internal tensions.

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New neighbors were coming, yet it had no impact on the development of the Snow Moon Territory. After the port was completed, coastal strongholds rose one after another.

The first batch of immigrants consisted entirely of young reservists, engaging in production during peacetime and taking up arms in times of war.

The smaller settlements had only a hundred or two people, and the larger ones had three to five hundred at most. It wasn’t that Hudson was reluctant to send more immigrants, but rather that the settlement points were destitute, lacking any facilities, and simply unsuitable for large populations.

After spending a month at the port, Hudson noticed an increasing number of ships coming and going. Apart from the Kingdom’s logistic supply ships, noble fleets often entered and exited.

Some nobles with territories in the rear had already mustered the courage to take the first step in developing their territories—choosing a site to build a castle.

Each of them chose the most conservative strategy, "build high walls, clear fields slowly," truly "playing it safe" candidates, reflecting the orcs’ deterrent power.

In comparison, Hudson was bold. He had double-digit strongholds in the coastal area and had yet to build his own castle.

Many speculated he was planning to place his residence within a walled city.

Fortunately, the Snow Moon Territory was the Kingdom’s core defense zone; aside from New Moon Port, more than a dozen fortress cities were planned, offering plenty of places to settle.

Building one less castle could save a considerable amount of money. Nobles from the Near East region could only envy Hudson’s choice.

Only a few fortunate ones had their territories near fortress cities, allowing them to settle within the city walls.

But fortune is intertwined with misfortune; having their territories within the city walls also meant they were on the frontlines, constantly under threat from the orcs.

As he stepped onto the wharf and followed the avenue into the city center, shops on both sides of the street were already open for business, brimming with all kinds of goods.

The sight startled Viscount Caryo. Were it not for the sparse number of pedestrians, he might have thought he was in a bustling metropolis.

"Young master, after drifting at sea for so long, everyone is physically and mentally exhausted. Why not rest in the city for a couple of days before continuing our journey?

I have already made contact with the city administrators. Marshal Hudson has issued orders that all immigrants newly arriving may set up tents in the resettlement zone, free of charge, for three days."

The steward’s words brought Caryo back from his stupor.

Admittedly, Hudson was quite generous in this respect. Not only was there no transit tax, but also the cost of lodging for immigrants was waived.

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