How to Survive in the Roanoke Colony-Chapter 123: Birth of an Empire (2)

Looking to the side, Vicente was continuing to refute Harriot but was completely defeated and returned to his cabin.

And Harriot glares at Raleigh.

Raleigh had conducted two voyages in succession, and during the voyages, he had poured his energy into organizing gifts received from natives and trade goods obtained from England.

"Ah, somehow my head feels a bit dizzy."

And he's half dying.

"'My head feels a bit dizzy?' Is that all you have to say?"

"No... but didn't Nemo entrust me with an important duty? There must be some reason for that, and if I approach it lazily..."

"Or perhaps it's because you happened to be near him, so he entrusted you with trade-related duties."

Flop.

"You, what are you doing... cough... cough... kururu..."

As soon as Harriot covers Raleigh's shoulders with a blanket, Raleigh collapses and falls asleep.

Now in the room, there was one tablet, one laptop, and only one person still awake.

Harriot sighs, moves the chair Raleigh was sitting on to the side, and sits at the desk himself to continue the work.

After roughly organizing the accounts, he finally gets some leeway after having the sailors move Baron Raleigh to bed.

Harriot rises to the deck, hearing the crackling sound of his turning waist. As the sun rises from the east, looking at the opposite side, land gradually appears over the horizon.

They had arrived in Virginia.

==

Uh... hmm...

Are these corpses?

"You look terrible. Take care of your body first, Walter. The same goes for you, Vicente."

"...I'm sorry."

"Not at all. The system isn't properly established yet, so you had to overwork in the beginning. We should be the ones apologizing."

"That..."

"For now, both Walter and Vicente, please rest in Chesapeake while only handling office work. And sleep for more than 8 hours."

"..."

"..."

Seeing the two staggering out, it became even more certain.

As I just said, we need to establish a system.

...We should have developed in the French style.

"Everyone, what do you think about establishing trading posts in various regions?"

Let's try going the French way then.

At my words, everyone else nods and agrees. It seemed they had all thought about the need for people permanently stationed to manage trade.

It would be perfect to scatter 10 to 20 people in various places and assign them duties of managing inter-tribal resource distribution, multi-level system management, and logistics.

Just as it was about to pass like that... Hewett raises his hand.

"Excuse me, I have something to say."

"Yes, Mr. Hewett. Please speak."

"Well... how do you plan to find volunteers?"

"Hmm, if we say we'll give priority supply of luxury goods coming from England, there will be many who'd come."

"That's true, but first of all, the people who go there won't be able to have proper faith life, right? Will everyone want to go?"

"...That's also true."

It was the 16th century. A time when religion played a large part in life.

Especially in our community where religious authority operates greatly, everyone, whether European, native, or African, is enthusiastic about church life.

"Well, then Mr. Hewett, please select quiet and trustworthy people. Wouldn't it be good to have one such person in each place?"

"Quiet and trustworthy people? You're saying I should select them?"

"Yes. So as not to instill hostility about our faith among the surrounding natives."

That's right. If they're not quiet, they might cut down and burn sacred trees in the name of missionary work to the surrounding natives.

"Ah, it would be good if they could do paperwork decently too! They'll have to handle trade and logistics-related duties after all!"

"Hmm... I understand. I'll select about 30 people, including a few young people I've taught theology to."

"Good. And it would be nice if Mr. Hewett or someone else could supervise them."

"...Supervise (Bishop)?"

"Yes, bishop it is."

You never know. A church in a remote place, a mad clergyman... I've seen it often in horror movies. There needs to be a bishop.

With the trading post issue resolved...

"Um, seeing the Baron's condition made me think of this..."

"Mr. White? Do you have something to say?"

"These days, as the cultivated land in our settlement expands, the agricultural equipment knights seem to be struggling going back and forth. There are also issues with the activity radius of tractors overlapping."

"Hmm."

Now a problem with our settlement has been raised.

The jurisdiction of agricultural equipment knights...

"Then we should place agricultural equipment knights, tractors, and technicians who will repair and inspect the tractors in various locations."

"That's right."

That's an issue of placing tractors and agricultural equipment knights in various places, right? Like trading posts.

But how should this be operated?

Like an agricultural equipment rental place?

Or like a regional agricultural cooperative?

Hmm...

"Really like some agricultural cooperative (A.C., Agricultural Cooperative)...?"

Flinch.

"Hmm? What's wrong, Mr. White?"

"Ah, nothing. So you mean establishing headquarters for the agricultural equipment knight brigade in various places?"

"It's a bit grand to call it a knight brigade headquarters... but yes? While we're at it, it would be good to equip them with appropriate warehouses and various equipment."

"Hmm... I understand. Let's proceed that way."

Well, the problem seems to be roughly resolved.

Now, after throwing some encouragement for everyone to handle things well, today's work was over.

There was a lot of work today... Should I grill a steak for the first time in a while?

"Hmm? Aren't you all leaving?"

"We need to organize the conclusions of the meeting a bit before leaving. Weren't there many topics raised?"

"Ah... I feel sorry, as if I've given you homework."

They're trying to run this community on their own without me having to direct everything one by one.

Somehow... it feels heartwarming.

I believe everyone will do well.

Click.

==

After Nemo left.

"Finally, d-did he say to dispatch clergy to various places? Those who can do paperwork?"

"...That's right? It didn't seem like just talking about simple missionaries. Is my understanding correct?"

"It must be, Mrs. Dare..."

"...My goodness, Lord, my goodness..."

"..."

The meeting room was in chaos.

People opened their mouths one by one.

"There are clergy in various places, and he's placing supervisors (Bishops) too? Isn't that exactly like bishops or priests?"

"I was wondering what to call them, and that fits perfectly. Priests and bishops."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Father? What do you think, Father?"

"...'A.C.', what does that mean? What is it an abbreviation for?"

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"Ah, nothing. I was thinking about something else. I was pondering what he meant."

"Since it's the headquarters of the agricultural equipment knight brigade, isn't it an abbreviation for 'Agricultural Citadel'?"

"Citadel... indeed, that must be it."

Bishop... Citadel...

So they wrote down Nemo's words, organizing them well.

Since they seemed like very important stories, they underlined them several times.