Also letting the cities surrounded by large farms become the main body of the national administrative units, requiring far fewer management personnel than in the past to govern these places.

With ample labor force perfectly facilitating the prerequisites for industrialization, all that’s left is for the Whale Oil Steam Engine to enter the scene, and factories can rise up from the ground.

Finally, Byron reclaims their land, redistributing it according to villages, able to win over the hearts of the people without spending a penny.

Of course, the basic principle of land distribution is: "Water Mining City land belongs to the state, collective housing mountain lands for self-retention."

Farmers only have the right to use the land but not ownership, cannot buy and sell, but can use it as a reservoir and flood channel under industrialization.

Even if workers leave the city due to periodic industrial cycles and revert to being farmers, they will not become wanderers and unstable factors due to lack of land for farming, significantly enhancing the stability of the whole country.

One fish, four meals, they personally prepared it and served it to Byron.

What kind of spirit is this?

Byron genuinely thanked them for their ancestors of nearly two hundred years.

So, no matter what the Land Nobles’ attitude is.

This annual pig must be slaughtered, 20% of the land must be taken, if not killed, his royal family cannot pass this year.

A group of Land Nobles thought they had gotten the new King’s promise.

But that [Banker] Hal Black, who had not personally tested the waters and was only glanced at by Byron, instantly felt like he was in an icehouse.

In the moment of eye contact, it seemed as if a Self-devouring Snake was opening its mouth wide to swallow him whole.

Coming back to his senses, he was already drenched in cold sweat.

"No, I must run!"

A clear-sighted observer, Byron merely repeatedly mentioned the word "legal", making him feel a huge crisis.

The Land Nobles lack this awareness, but the [Banker] who deals with contracts and legal documents all day knows:

"The law is the bottom line of morality, and if someone constantly boasts about being law-abiding, he might be a scum!"

You can imagine the position they hold in the new King’s mind.

Even if Hal Black doesn’t understand where Byron’s confidence in governing the country comes from, nor realizes that neither he nor his money can really run away, he knows that the Land Nobles are probably in big trouble.

But just as he stepped out, he stopped again, his face uncertain.

"Wait, the initial purpose of our ’Freemason Society’ was to become World Nobles beyond the state.

As long as this purpose can be achieved, relying on the Land Nobles or relying on royal power makes no difference?

A powerful, ambitious Monarch is also what we want, after all, only unprecedentedly strong national power can allow the Financial Empire’s iron hooves to trample across the world, wantonly promoting wool products and all kinds of goods.

That [King of the Wild Hunt] is not only the [Night Demon Monarch] of the Bloodthirsty Cult, the Pioneer Guiding Colonial Trading Company and Pioneer Bank in his hands have enormous influence in the colonies and on the Southern Continent.

These Bloodthirsty and Profiteers, are naturally the... leaders of the ’Freemason Society’, right!"

Thinking of the rumors equating Saint Byron with the [Holy Spirit], he finally gritted his teeth and made a decision:

"Back then, the ancestors betrayed and sold the descending [Holy Son], causing the Savior in the transition between the Mythological Era and the Silver Era to be nailed to the Cross.

And today, when the Silver Era and the Luanyan Epoch transition, the new Savior [Holy Spirit] descends again, we are once again at the Crossroads.

Sorry, allies and fellow citizens, I can only continue to respect the ancestors’ decision... sell you out!

After all, this is our tribe’s tradition, the Remit People’s belief is only in money, nothing else.

Don’t blame me, blame our ancestor who accepted the Thirty pieces of silver.

At that time I’ll act as an inside man, let the defeated ’Monetary Restoration Party’ transfer all assets to Hightins, to let [King of the Wild Hunt] Your Majesty see my sincerity.

Maybe I’ll also have the chance to drink the [Panacea] and become an immortal Night Demon."

In the eyes of this branch of the "Freemason Society", the identity of the Remit People is more of an identity recognition, after wandering for thousands of years scattered across various countries who knows how many times the bloodline has been mixed?

Compare their blood with those living on their homeland, it might turn out they are more authentic.

The so-called Remit Sect is just a skin to identify the identity, even if he changes religion and switches the object of faith, it doesn’t matter to him at all.

"This Remit People identity is useless!

For the noble goal, necessary sacrifices are worth it, for the greater good, only sacrifices can be made.

Oh no, it is sending you to meet the [creator].

We all have a bright future!"

Thinking this, Hal Black’s chest slowly swelled with pride.

Facing the direction Byron left in, he solemnly tapped his chest four times:

"In the vision at night, I watched, and there came one like a son of man, riding on clouds.

Led before the Eternal One, he was given authority, glory, and a kingdom, making people from all sides, all countries, all clans serve him.

His authority is everlasting, indestructible, his kingdom shall never be destroyed.

Praise Saint Byron!"

A faith anchor chain appeared out of thin air, extraordinarily thick.

Human beings always tend to seek benefits and avoid harm.

The actions of powerful people are just this simple, surrounded by all good people, all loyalists.