Extraordinary Voyage-Chapter 587 - 517: Dust Settles

Tap... tap... tap...

After a group of people walked into the main hall, Hawkins' group, who were busy organizing accounts and checking properties here, along with the clerks from the Governor's Mansion, immediately rose to greet them.

"General!"

This was personnel directly led by Hawkins.

"General! Miss!"

These were clerks who had come from Far Sails Territory for reinforcements.

"Good day, Viscount!"

Finally, there were clerks from the Governor's Mansion who would most likely work under Aiven in the future.

Clearly, the farce that had just occurred outside had subtly changed the mindset of these people.

Although the Viscount may be younger than the youngest clerk here, no one dared to entertain the absurd notion that "the young Viscount is easily deceived."

On reflection, those greedy fellows outside weren't entirely useless. At least, after today's lesson, the governance of the territory in the future shouldn't be too bad.

Moreover.

The members of the Upper House did not follow inside. They hurriedly left the Governor's Mansion at the first opportunity, busy returning the territory's assets they had embezzled. They had only one night's time, and no one wanted to personally taste the experience of the Garrison's jail cells.

Offending the Deputy Chief of the Garrison and hoping to come out of jail unscathed? No one was that naive.

Didn't they see the always rigid Colonel Robert transformed into a loyal dog, eager to seize the opportunity to make credit with people like them?

"Your Excellency, Viscount, that..."

The embarrassed Governor followed closely behind Aiven, lowering his stance considerably.

Although this confidant of the Queen was not involved in the large-scale corruption case, knowing he was destined to bid farewell to the land he had fought for years in the New Continent, he couldn't help but feel somewhat dispirited.

During this period, many things had not been taken as seriously as before, merely ensuring the territory was not in chaos.

However, as long as the handover hadn't occurred, the responsibility lay with the Governor, and that's serious dereliction on Child's part.

The greedy way the members of the Upper House devoured was like a heavy slap, shattering all his demeanor and pride.

"It's fine; Your Excellency, the Governor is busy with many affairs, a few small oversights are normal. As for the follow-up land handover, there shouldn't be any more issues, right?"

Being part of the core of the Royal Faction means that it's necessary to give him some face, relentlessly pursuing it doesn't make sense.

Moreover, as a trusted close official of the Queen, once Child completes the thorough handover of the territory, he would return to the homeland with his direct subordinates for a report.

No matter how short the development time, it's a vast land of 100,000 square kilometers. The specific handover process might need one to two months to be completed entirely. During this period, the Governor's active cooperation is still very important.

Several people took seats in the prepared rest area, while the clerks were still busy, but the verification work was nearing completion; soon they would be able to provide results after waiting a little.

Upon hearing Aiven's words, Child breathed a sigh of relief and assured repeatedly:

"No, no, please rest assured."

Subsequently, he preemptively adopted his new role, starting to introduce the various situations within the territory.

Realizing that the Viscount might understand the Upper House members better than himself, he quickly skipped over it.

He began from the foundation of territorial governance, explaining the layers of management personnel under the Governor's Mansion.

The administrative setup of Georgia follows the homeland, with 23 subordinate departments under the Governor's Mansion, including: Department of Commerce, Department of Finance, Budget Department, Department of Agriculture, Intellectual Property Department... and so on.

Most of the people employed therein are either local or permanently residing employees on the New Continent, who have long settled their families on this continent, unlike the Governor whose family is in the homeland working across continents.

Here.

People from the Old Continent, Nimansites, Creoles born in the New Continent but with white-skinned parents, Mestizos, and pure brown-skinned Aboriginal Atrean people jointly constitute the social hierarchy here.

However, compared to Far Sails Territory, Atrean people as freemen are much less in Georgia Territory.

This is a common situation in colonies of all countries.

However, the Kingdom permits owner colonies almost like independent kingdoms to appoint Governors and officials themselves and set up their legislative bodies and courts, enjoying all the powers the King possesses in Royal Colonies.

In the early development stage of the territory, except for industrial policy adjustments, Aiven plans to emulate the operations of the Far Sails Territory. Their management policy from scratch is also applicable to the current Georgia Territory.

Moreover, Olivia, who received a marquis' true teachings, can assist in the emulation, in internal affairs, as a girl inheriting from the Marquis, absolutely surpasses her eight miles. Viscount sir only needs to point out directions from behind.

Therefore, when Child was introducing the territorial situation, rather than Aiven listening, it was more like Olivia was listening, and the girl even proactively asked about some unclear details.

"Is there no overall construction plan related to supporting facilities, does that mean Georgia Territory is currently positioned as a raw materials supply place? What about roads, ports..."

Child did not dare to procrastinate upon hearing Olivia's sharp questions, some even required careful thought to answer.

After chatting for roughly twenty minutes, the horizon was already filled with the sunset's afterglow. During this time, the main administrative officers of various departments in the capital city and their deputies had all arrived.

Many principal officers represented the interests of their groups being "elected" by civilians, or simply acting as agents of the Upper House members. Meanwhile, the executive deputies, managed administrative and policy work within departments, maintaining political neutrality, and their appointments wouldn't be influenced by election tenures.

It's akin to the difference between civil servants and administrative officers.

By this time.

Hawkins, who had been leading a large team of tens of people and working all day, also stood up from a massive pile of documents and nodded at Aiven. This meant they had completed the approval of handover documents, confirming no issues!

Over half a month ago.

The first time the new fiefdom of the Galliot family was confirmed, Aiven had already sent messages to Bess and Hawkins, urging them to work together to grasp Georgia's specific situation.

The Seagulls, with intelligence most comparable to small children, understood nothing about finance, economy, management? It was Attendant Officer Hawkins all along leading people behind the scenes, remotely orchestrating.

And this attendant officer indeed has extraordinary abilities and has not let Leo down.

So.

Although they haven't personally gone to inspect warehouses and such places, they've long been well aware of the property's status in this territory, and all the missing figures in the transfer documents have been corrected by Hawkins and his team, one by one.

Leo himself is completely unworried about those people reneging on agreements, just like the King of Sea Monsters, Kraken, is not worried about him defaulting.

Currently, everything is within the rules, and the methods aren't exceedingly brutal. If they dare to play tricks and cross boundaries, it's actually something Leo would gladly see.

After all, his current role is a soldier, a pirate, and an adventurer, yet not akin to a mature lord. He's instinctively accustomed to straightforwardness.

But even so, Leo already has a reason to kick these greedy people out of the management level of the territory.

The Royal Family spreads itself thin, and requires the control from afar over the Black Sea, which inevitably disperses power too widely. Thus they have to rely on the support of these local forces to allow the colony to develop quickly, and let those who know not restraint grow bigger.

But henceforth Georgia will be his root, and the senior managers must never be the agents of big businessmen or large plantation owners. The merging of politics and commerce, acting as both athlete and referee, is surely the seed of tumult.

For both the ruler and the civilians, it's a catastrophe.

Though the territory to develop must attract capital investments in various industries, then leverage the chance to achieve its flight with borrowed means.

Based on Georgia for business is entirely fine, and he's confident in providing those wise investors with rich returns.

But all of it is premised on being under the rules he sets.

In this colonial land on the New Continent, wielding Tier 3 power is enough to suppress any dissent!

Then.

"Sir, please!"

Leo received the land transfer confirmation jointly organized by both parties, after roughly reviewing and confirming no issues, he took out his golden feather pen, writing his name in the transferee column, and stamped the Viscount seal.

Rustle...

Governor Child also followed by signing his name in the column authorized by the Queen's representative.

From then on.

The ownership transfer of Georgia Territory is completely accomplished!

Viscount Galliot has replaced the Phaletis Royal Family as the new master here! Besides honoring Isabella as Queen, enjoying all the Queen's rights on this territory!

The ambassador's arrival for official announcement in a month or two is secondary.

"Sister, you take care of it."

Leo closed the document, turned and gently placed it in Anita's hands.

By this point, no one needed to explain further, it was enough for the girl to understand everything.

Taking the document, even as a Great Knight with a physique comparable to a Demon, Anita still felt the light pages weighed as heavy as a mountain.

Especially with the Galliot Clan emblem printed on it, sparks of starlight already flickered in the girl's eyes.

This was the surprise Leo mentioned, a surprise never dreamt even in dreams.

"Viscount!"

Without any organization, all administrative staff at the Governor's Mansion already lined up in the hall, bowing in salute toward Leo in the middle, thus establishing new allegiance.

Because after the document signing, the allegiance of most of these administrative staff changed from the Queen to Viscount Galliot.

Leo naturally took Anita's hand, stepping forward to let all see her, because in this moment, the world belonged to the last two Galliot descendants.

"This is my sister, the eldest daughter of the Galliot Clan, Anita Garrott."

Through Anita's hairstyle confirming she's still unmarried, they respectfully greeted again:

"Miss!"

Having not heard this title for nearly eight years, Anita felt slightly surreal:

"Leo... Georgia Territory belongs to Galliot now?"

Though she became one of the notable Pirate Kings, the concepts of family, title, and land were still rooted in her heart, in the Material World these are the orthodox ventures.

"Certainly, and although our family is Viscount, the territory across from the Hesi family is just half bigger than ours, possibly the largest Viscount Domain in Kingdom history."

Upon Leo's personal confirmation, Anita could no longer restrain her emotions, leaning into Leo's embrace and quietly weeping: 'Father, Mother, did you see this?'

Just like most people living not for themselves, but for a sense of responsibility.

The responsibility as a fallen noble descendant, as an elder sister... all were released at this moment.

Beside them, everyone looked respectfully, none mocking her for losing composure, for their inner thoughts were nine out of ten:

'So envious, so wished the women of their own family also had this chance to cry!'

Soon.

Leaning in Leo's embrace, Anita self-murmured only she could hear:

"So even without resorting to force, we could marry the eldest daughter of a Marquis family?"

Yes, carrying forward the family responsibility still.

"What force?"