Sor Sogon wiped the tears in his eyes, he lifted his head and saw Roy smiling directly at him, the kind of smile that parents wore when they child spoke it's first word.
Roy nodded slowly, Sor Sogon immediately stoop up, still wiping his eyes with his dirty sleeves, and performed a deep bow toward Roy, and exited the fortress.
They watched Sor Sogon's fading figure until it disappeared onto the distance.
Another Leader stepped forward, dropped onto one knee, and spoke toward Roy.
"Lord Zudra," the Leader spoke, voice steady and firm, "My name is Bong Bo, I was once a merchant who had traveled the lands delivering and selling goods onto countless regions. But when the civil war broke out, the routes that i usually took were blocked by southerners and robbed our goods. I fled toward the mountains and bumped into seven hundred hiding refugees."
Roy listened to every word, his lips curved into a soft, gentle smile.
When the Leader finished, he lightly tapped the Leaders shoulders and spoke in a calm, steady voice.
"Good, then you shall be appointed as the new minister of the Trade and Market Ministry. Your responsibility is to handle local goods and sell them onto various regions ,and delivering supply for the soldiers of the Military Ministry."
Bong Bo lowered his head, accepting the command with respect and obedience.
Soon, the other leaders also dispersed and exited the stone fortress, each were given a specific title of a ministry, handling their own expertise and help stabilize the village.
Only one person remained standing on the fortress, it was Roy.
Roy's mind surged with endless calculations, how would the newly appointed ministers handle such responsibilities.
Just as he was thinking this, a young woman came sprinting inside, staggered slightly before speaking.
"Lord Zudra," The woman spoke, breath heavy and panting, "We should also establish a Holy Ministry. The Ministry will recruit servers to serve under Lord Zudra."
Roy though about this for a moment, even though he has Godlike powers, he really doesn't want to be buried with paperworks, signing request and reading reports would drain him to death. He needed secretaries, assistants, and managers.
So he lazily waved his hand and the woman immediately dashed off.
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Sor Sogon stood on top of a wooden makeshift stage, his voice loud and clear, and before him tood hundreds of armored men, not soldiers, but villagers who saw death and war with their own eyes, and decided that wearing iron would help them be protected against chaos.
The armored men listened obediently and respectfully to Sor Sogon's words. They had followed him through countless mountains and treacherous terrains, they had pushed themselves to the limits that others simply lost the will to live, but continued on. No matter how small the possibility of survival, it is still worth the risk, rather than dying pointlessly in the wild.
Being a real general was also Sor Sogon's childhood dream. But before reaching adulthood, he had abandoned that dream because he had learned that being a General also has a great cost.
You will have to watch your men die, your beloved brothers be sent onto the battleground–not as heroes, but as sacrifice.
Anxiety creeped onto Sor Sogon's chest, he clenched his fist, he did not want to see his own men be sent onto a battlefield only to get killed because of strategy, because it was an order to throw themselves onto war and die.
Seeing Sor Sogon's face, the armored men exchanged glances, and shouted in unison.
"We will follow big brother Sor Sogon to the death!" The armored men shouted, voice loud and echoed across the field.
"Even if we are sent onto the battlefield, we will never abandon big brother Sor Sogon." Another armored men shouted, voice hoarse but firm.
"No matter how treacherous the terrains will be, we will conquer it for the sake of big brother Sor Sogon!" Another armored men shouted, raising his voice deliberately until it reached Sor Sogon's ears.
Sor Sogon's heart immediately softened, the earlier gloomy expression he wore now replaced with brightness and relief.
Roy watched this will full delight, amusement visible in his eye.
He exited the mirror and grabbed a gold nugget from a small ball of thin cloth, barely the size of a toddlers hand.
He tossed the gold nugget right beside the gathering armored figures and entered the mirror again.
The soldiers were still cheering loudly when a loud boom suddenly echoed several meters away, dirt and stone flew in all directions, it hit their iron armore with a metalic clang.
When the dust settled, a giant, buttery-yellow stone appeared.
An enormous gold nugget, the size of a giant boulder has suddenly fallen from the sky.
Roy once again appeared at the center of the village, he strode toward the the area where the gold nugget had landed with a calm, unhurried pace.
He approached Sor Sogon and tapped him lightly on the shoulder.
Sor Sogon shuddered violenty, he spun around and saw Roy standing right behind him, smiling, almost teasing.
He immediately bowed in one knee, the armored men followed suit, then, Roy cleared his throat and spoke in a loud, but steady voice.
"Use this gold to recruit more soldiers, use it to buy shields, armor and spears." Roy said, his voice echoed all across the field, "We will create an army capable not just protecting the people inside the village, but the scattered civilians that are suffering from chaos and war."
The armored men all shouted in unison, their voices boomed all across the village, reaching the nearby construction site where the laborers instinctively staggered slightly, thinking another army has appeared and that danger has once again been lurking in the shadows.
The workers deliberately let go of their hammer, preparing to dash off toward the Immortal Mansions, not knowing that another army have joined the war, not for power, not for the territory, but for righteousness.