The siblings discussed for a long time, scheming—er, planning—on increasing the population by a thousand within the next few days.
To facilitate the planning, Althea taught Ansel the Tagging technology of this continent, which amazed the latter very much.
"So convenient," He said, awed, eyes staying on the various points on his map. Although Bull taught him how to exchange maps before, he didn’t know he could ’save coordinates’ and send it to others.
In contrast with just the maps, the tagging system could assist directionally as well.
This was actually more helpful to him, someone who didn’t have a stellar sense of direction, than just melding maps he may or may not understand.
In a game, it was like that arrow that showed up on front of the character and you just had to follow where it was pointing at.
"It’s amazing—some of the things that appeared here."
"Indeed." Althea said with some emotion. "While some returned to the ancients, some became more convenient in a way that we couldn’t have had imagined. Very magical."
Anyway, the two of them studied the expanded maps with the other territories Ansel had been to, namely: Vismont in the West and Bright in the Southwest.
She saw that the straight line distances between both Bright and Vismont actually weren’t far. Vismont was less than 50 km while Bright was a little over this.
Considering the terrain, the one-way trip to each one should take no more than a day.
Ansel looked at the map with a complicated expression. Judging by the map, he pretty much missed Altera many times during his travels! Like, he took one or two wrong turns and he ended up in the wrong territory!
"To think I took weeks to get here," he said, regretful he hadn’t arrived sooner. Maybe he could’ve been there when she was giving birth.
Althea smiled at him comfortingly. "Well, if you had, we may have a lot of trouble meeting the requirements, right?
"Nothing that happened needed be wasted," Althea said, sounding like an old woman. "Everything had its uses, and everything could be taken advantage of."
Ansel stared at her deeply before nodding, patting his chest. "Let me lead this mission, Althea. Well, maybe you can lend me Rowan."
Althea nodded, it was her plan anyway. Not only did Ansel know a lot about these territories and their lords, he was also a pretty good representative. Of course, she would still get Mathilda to send some of her officers to handle the diplomacy.
However, Althea had always been a forward thinker. She didn’t want the surge of population to be so dependent on an exodus which, especially after the Protection Period, would definitely be more dangerous than it was now.
"Other than attracting citizens, I have another task for you." She said, looking at him seriously.
Ansel leaned over, very interested in contributing. "Tell me: What do we need to do?" He paused, "I mean other than attracting citizens."
Althea traced over some path in her own territorial map—which of course Ansel could not see. As Ansel mentioned, although the straight line distance wasn’t that far, the terrain definitely made it impossible to just traverse it so directly.
So…other than attracting people, she wanted to send out another task.
It was to create passive guidance towards the territory. That was: Pathways.
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