It had been two days since Claude arrived in Hyte Village, overseeing not only the relocation of slaves but also assessing the state of the iron mines.
The mines were in excellent condition, rich with iron deposits that could fuel Elysium's growing military needs.
After inspecting the operations, he met with the village head to discuss trade.
While he planned to halt most external sales and divert the iron to Elysium for the production of weapons and armor, he reached a compromise—30% of the village's iron output would still be sold to merchants from nearby towns.
After all, even a self-sufficient kingdom needed trade to thrive.
"You and your family will receive special treatment," Claude said, his gaze sharp as he addressed the village chief.
"You won't be slaves, but you will still bow to me. Understood?"
The village chief, a grizzled man named Norman, lowered his head in submission. "Thank you, Your Majesty!"
