Chapter 71: Stele, Doctrine (700 additional chapters)
After dealing with the monster, Rand expressed his special gratitude to Elsa for coming. He didn’t expect that she would come to help.

Then, accompanied by Olenna, he entered the confinement room again. Due to the previous conflict, many people died, but Baron Huyuan was lucky and did not die.

Not even seriously injured.

The solitary confinement cell is not as quiet as before. Before, everyone was loyal and no sound would be heard unless they were tortured. But now it is different. Everyone suspects that the people around them will turn into monsters, and the ghosts howling in the cells are everywhere.

Those whose cells were destroyed but who were not dead were like quails, wanting to escape but not daring to, and shaking on the spot.

Rand couldn’t stand the noise anymore, so he pulled the baron out of the confinement room alone, found a quieter place, and threw him on the ground.

Baron Huyuan is now terrified. He did not expect that the adjutant beside him is actually a follower of the God of Struggle and could turn into such a monster.

After being thrown to the ground by Rand for a while, the baron suddenly reacted and showed his shameless nature. He said with a shameless face: “Now you believe it, it was the adjutant who bewitched me. I was influenced.”

Rand sneered in his heart. He had seen Baron Huyuan’s face many times before. If this could allow you to shirk your responsibility, then there would be something wrong. A lifelong hard labor package was waiting for you.

In fact, Rand really wanted to kill him, but then he thought it was not right. If he killed him, what would happen if the Baron of Lake Source was replaced by a smart noble? That would be much more difficult to deal with than the Baron of Lake Source who knew everything about him.

Rand did not respond to his question, but just asked: “So, when did he show up?”

“recent.”

“The specific time.”

“About fifty days.” Baron Huyuan recalled uncertainly.

Rand motioned to Olenna beside him to record it, and then he pulled all the people out of the detention room, cleaned the blood stains in the detention room, and after some repairs, he locked these people back up. Although the decoration style of the detention room had become like a horror movie set, it was better than catching a cold and getting sick at night.

The next day, Rand arrived at the garrison camp of the hideout. The training ground was in order, and these people were no longer the new recruits who had walked out at the beginning.

Looking at these soldiers fighting for the hideout, Rand fell silent.

The total has exceeded the initial investment. It seems that Taner has also attracted a lot of people in the black and brown collar, but many familiar faces have disappeared.

Rand himself was the instructor when the soldiers first started training, so he was quite familiar with them, but now, many of them have died in foreign lands.

The atmosphere suddenly became serious, and Rand spoke quickly, saying in a loud voice: “No matter what they do, those who sacrifice for the den will be taken care of by the den, and their families and children, and they will also receive pensions.”

These people may not even know what pensions are, but Rand doesn’t care. The pensions he gives are not a direct lump sum of money, but a fixed monthly care for the families of the victims.

This is a huge undertaking and will be very costly, but it must begin now.

Otherwise, it will be more difficult to do it in the future.

It doesn’t matter if these soldiers don’t understand Rand’s meaning. Missionaries will explain it to them later.

The gifted students in the first phase of the literacy course in the den have already graduated. Among other things, they have learned the basic addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, and have memorized the three sheets of paper, Doctrine 1: Life Guide, Doctrine 2: Wilderness Survival, and Doctrine 3: Hygiene Awareness.

He is now able to spread the doctrine as a missionary. The Torch Church’s power is concentrated among free people and nobles, and Rand is ready to start preaching from the lowest level of civilians and serfs.

The most practical things combined with a little bit of mystery can achieve the effect of missionary work. Anyway, the core of the doctrine now is to believe in the Mother Goddess and have enough food to eat.

We can’t see any effect now, but in the future, it may be like a vast ocean.

After the soldiers on the training ground listened to Rand’s explanation, some of them seemed to understand, and their solemn eyes suddenly became clear, and they looked a little silly, obviously unable to believe that there were such good benefits. Most people in the world are ordinary people, and ordinary people only want honor, wealth, status, and family, but Rand will take care of all aspects of these people.

As long as they are willing to fight on the battlefield.

Since the discovery of the intervention of the Cult of the God of Struggle, it is estimated that the war will continue, and Rand must have sufficient military force.

And Rand’s military strength comes from these people.

Except for the knights and knights’ squires, the rest of the standing soldiers of the nobles in this world are not full-time soldiers. Most of them are conscripted serfs. These people have no morale at all.

But in Rand’s vision, the soldiers in the hideout would be completely different. An army with sufficient morale, willing to obey orders, and understanding of some basic formations would be enough to be called a strong army.

Then Rand took them to the center of the hideout, the most conspicuous place.

There is a huge, towering stone pillar made up of multiple boulders stacked together.

Originally, Rand wanted to replace it with a stone tablet, but he didn’t have the technology, so he had to use a stone pillar with many names engraved on it.

Rand said to the more than 100 people: “In addition to the actual benefits, the names of all those who sacrificed for the nest will be engraved here.”

I am afraid that the name won’t be able to be engraved on these towering stone pillars, which are taller than the iron golem when stacked together.

Rand sighed slightly, hoping that day would never come.

Finally, Rand smiled and said that the soldiers in the hideout would have a monthly ration of mixed juice, and if they wanted to buy it themselves, there was also an internal price. In short, it was much more affordable than buying it from outsiders.

Rand then went to the prisoners’ camp to give a speech. These people were not currently eligible for formal soldier benefits. They had to work and use force to make up for the losses in the hideout before they were eligible to apply to become soldiers or ordinary villagers.

Now their status is still prisoners of war. Only by becoming formal members of the den can they enjoy everything that the den villagers and soldiers have.

But Rand also arranged missionaries here, and soon these people will understand the benefits of the nest. Not everyone may be willing to work hard, but there will definitely be many who want to become a part of the nest.

Back in the lord’s hall, Rand sat on the stone chair without any image. Recently, he was busy fighting Baron Huyuan, arranging welfare and doctrine, which was a rare high-intensity work.

Olenna noticed Rand’s fatigue, walked up to him, half squatted down, and gently pressed Rand’s temples with her fingertips, trying to help him relieve the pressure.

Rand was already dazzled by Olenna’s breasts, but he knew very well that Olenna must have been working harder than himself during this period, so he reached out his hand and used the same technique to massage Olenna’s temples, hoping that Olenna’s fatigue would be relieved.

Ellie walked to the lord’s hall, saw this scene, blinked, and stepped back.

On the other side, Canwell, who was beside Taran, was hesitant to speak. After being visited by the missionary of the God of Struggle, he thought about it carefully.

Although the missionary painted a lot of rosy pictures and promised him many benefits, Canwell still felt that working in Crescent Moon Ridge was a thousand times better than being a cultist, fighting for life and death, and hiding in the mountains to play in the mud.
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