"Perfect, perfect." Faced with his father's serious questioning, Galen appeared confident, and everything went as he expected.
"Father, I understand what kind of trolls I will be facing. They are primitive, barbaric, cruel, and will even devour us humans," Galen said, feeling a little agitated.
Galen, who played a troll druid in his previous life, held no prejudice against the troll race. He knew that the trolls in the game were just a small and relatively enlightened tribe of the Darkspear, and he also knew that in the game's lore, some trolls ate everything, including humans and even their own kind.
After traveling to Azeroth, he was in a real world and could truly feel it. The trolls who ate people were no longer a virtual game background. He had heard about it and seen it in the troll's baggage cart.
He couldn't accept it.
The troll's diet included humans. They ate the people of the kingdom, his future people. He had the ability to change these things and must change them.
"Father, more than ten days ago, my guards and I encountered a group of twenty trolls in this mining area and annihilated them. We identified two of these trolls on the kingdom army's wanted list. One is the troll witch doctor Toby, and the other is the great warrior Atadin. They are the backbone of the Deadwood tribe and have led the team in attacks on our village on numerous occasions."
"I personally cut off those heads, Father."
Galen said this last sentence to Thoras in a firm tone.
There was a brief silence in the study.
Thoras seemed to perceive Galen's determination in his words. After a long silence, he said, "I agree."
These words were like the sound of nature. After hearing them, Galen suddenly raised his head and looked at his father with burning eyes.
"Thank you, Father."
"Don't be too happy too soon." Seeing Galen's happy expression, Thoras immediately poured a basin of cold water on him.
"That mining area is the ancestral property of the Trollbane family. I can grant you the mining rights to that area. As for the fief, I will give it to you when you reach sixteen years old."
"I will give you a cavalry regiment to expand your original guard. Apart from that, I have no additional support to offer you."
Galen was stunned to hear this. The first half went according to his script. He got land and men when he asked for them, and it was an elite team like the Highland Cavalry Regiment. Although there was only one regiment, the selection standard for the cavalry regiment was to have at least intermediate strength, and the weakest among them was at the fourth level.
I guessed the beginning, but I didn't guess the end.
It didn't matter whether the land was granted or not. Galen only wanted a superficial army to cover up the military units trained in the base.
It would be fine if they had mining rights. The army could make its own decisions and recruit mining personnel. Then it would be very easy to add sand to the army and the mining area.
But Thoras had no support other than a small cavalry regiment? No financial support? Didn't he want to give some money? Could he give him a little at least? It's okay to just show his appreciation.
"Father, why don't you support me with some gold coins? Could you give me some initial capital?"
Galen couldn't accept it. He used 10,000 gold coins to recharge the base, but he couldn't even make a sound. At most, he could train more than a hundred infantrymen. He needed Thoras's financial support. He really needed the money.
"The kingdom's treasury has no gold coins. It is necessary to replace the army's weapons and equipment, and an order has been placed with Ironforge. This is a huge expense. The Wall of Thoradin needs to be repaired, and farmers need to be recruited and paid. We can no longer allocate funds to you."
"Nothing?"
"The next tax will be collected after the autumn harvest, which will take some time. After the autumn harvest, the surplus grain will be traded, and then we can allocate a sum of money from the treasury to you."
"Don't you have your own caravan? You must have saved some money over the years. You should manage on your own at the beginning. Now is the time to test your abilities."
Seeing that Thoras really had no money, Galen had to give up the idea of asking for land, people, and money. Although he only achieved half of his goal today, he still felt very happy.
Mining rights alone were something exciting. Since ancient times, where there are mines, there is wealth. See, the phrase "My family owns a mine" can best show others that my family is rich. Am I a rich man?
No one can refuse minerals that come to their door, and since Thoras didn't mention taxes, Galen assumed that he didn't need to pay taxes to his father.
If you don't say yes, then you don't want a no, there's nothing wrong with that.
Others might have a headache over the initial expenses. When recruiting workers, they must first pay them an installation fee and then pay their wages. But there was no need to worry about these problems. As long as he used the farmers trained in the base, he wouldn't need resettlement money or wages. He only needed three meals a day.
I, Galen, will be the largest landlord in the Arathi Highlands in the future. What I don't lack is food.
His biggest problem now was that the base mine was full of mining, and he needed to open a subsidiary mine.
However, it was still necessary to prepare some initial funds to speed up the progress of the base. Relying solely on the money-generating speed of Galen's own caravan was just a drop in the ocean.
The farmer's collection speed was ten units of resources per hour. Galen had already experimented with it and found that ten units of gold was equivalent to the value of five gold coins. This speed was quite surprising.
But this was useless. The base only allowed the entry of money but not the exit. Galen had not found the option to convert the gold mined by the farmers into gold coins. Moreover, Galen found that the gold resources defined by the base could not only refer to gold mines.
Including rare minerals associated with gold mines, or collected copper mines, silver mines, etc. After the farmers had collected the energy, the town hall would absorb it all and convert it into the energy needed by the base. The base simply and crudely named this energy gold.
This was really difficult for the great god of the Heart of Origin Base, and Galen expressed his admiration.
There was also wood. According to repeated observations by Galen, it took a farmer approximately one hour to cut down a century-old tree that was so thick that one person could hug it, process it, and move it to the logging site.
The original forest where the base was located, these century-old trees were about ten meters tall. The farmers would remove the branches and cut them into one-meter-long pieces, and then transport them to the logging site. The base wood was displayed as +1.
Galen was quite satisfied with the speed at which the farmers collected resources.
Moreover, the more farmers there were, the speed of resource collection would increase exponentially. There was no population limit for the base. As long as the pace of farm construction was maintained and there was no food shortage, training a large number of farmers was a way to increase the current strength.
The mines in the base were already fully occupied, so Galen had Cliff divide the miners into two shifts so that they could collect gold more efficiently.
Originally, Galen hoped that his father would support him with some money, so that he could go to the town hall to recharge and then recruit some farmers and infantrymen to open a subsidiary mine in the southeastern mining area, which was the location of Stonefist Hall.
That idea had now been shattered.