The rear is brimming with excitement, and the front lines go without saying.
To calm the people, Hudson directly dispatched a large army to exterminate two large nearby Orc tribes, scaring the Orcs within a few hundred miles into hurried migration.
A power vacuum appeared in the border area between the two countries, and without needing intervention from the Kingdom Government, the Noble Lords in the border regions spontaneously advanced the boundary marker.
Undoubtedly, the previous tragedy did not intimidate them; instead, it further aroused the ambition for expansion among these Noble Lords.
In the minds of the Noble Lords, encountering an accident is entirely due to their own lack of strength, and as long as the strength is sufficient, they can cope with any danger.
As the leading figure among the emerging nobility, Snow Moon Territory naturally is at the forefront of expansion. Relying on the name of Devil King Hudson, Orcs flee upon seeing the Dragon Bear Battle Flag.
If not for Hudson deliberately controlling it, Snow Moon Territory’s land could have been even larger. However, rapid territorial expansion would lead to decreased control.
Not only would it be unable to transform into strength, but it would also weaken the territory’s defense.
Snow Moon Territory can maintain restraint, but it doesn’t mean other nobles can restrain themselves. In the face of interests, too many people have lost their vision.
Looking at the information collected from various places, Hudson secretly frowned.
"Have Tom spread the word: the Kingdom intends to amend the law; in the future, recognition will be based on actually developed land, and merely flagged land will not be acknowledged."
Hudson doesn’t want to be the villain, but doing nothing is not an option. Allowing everyone to indiscriminately grab land is equivalent to planting mines for the future.
Out of a sense of responsibility, such matters must be warned against; whether they listen or not is beyond his control.
Anyway, once the matter is reported to the Capital, restriction laws will surely be enacted.
"Marshal, I’ll arrange it immediately!"
After a brief pause, Tom subsequently added:
"Marshal, several newly inherited nobles are already in the drawing room waiting, do you wish to see them?"
The succession of Noble Lords is quite common in the Alpha Kingdom.
Several unfortunate previous Lords were attacked by Orcs and died, but their hereditary titles cannot remain vacant.
Direct heirs would directly fill the position, and if there’s no direct blood relative, the title falls to the collateral relatives.
Only in very rare cases would there be a total annihilation, leaving no one to inherit the title.
"Arrange for someone to properly entertain them, I won’t be going over.
Additionally, provide each with a fine horse, ten sets of armor, ten carts of provisions, and Three Hundred Gold Coins. Encourage them to rebuild and restore the family’s glory."
He has witnessed countless scenes of life and death partings.
These gestures are only possible in peacetime; during war, there would not be enough sympathy to go around.
Compared to superficial exchanges, substantial support is clearly more helpful.
The circle of nobles has always been a circle of social relations.
If one has a broad network, by visiting several places to express grievances, enough startup capital may be gathered.
Hudson has experience in this area, having frequently utilized this method during his rise.
At that time, however, circumstances were different, as a distinguished rising star who had nothing to do with misfortune, it felt inappropriate to directly seek assistance.
Everyone encounters bad luck at times; as long as there’s no conflict of interest, it’s generally desirable to help within one’s power.
Offering goodwill in passing can also earn a good reputation.
The premise is that one must grasp the right balance, giving too little is unacceptable, and giving too much is equally so.
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Giving too little invites criticism of stinginess, giving too much seems too deliberate.
The Aslante Continent has a rigid class hierarchy; when a big figure offers favor, subordinates can only repay with their lives.
By not showing up in person, Hudson deliberately downplays his identity, trying not to pressure them.
Such operation, Hudson has been managing for years, already well adapted to the rules.
When it comes to these minor nobles, unless he can directly establish a connection, Hudson never shows up when extending favor.
The news of incidents at the border spread, arousing excitement among the various Orc Races.
Just a few corpses on-site dared the extermination of two large tribes, over ten small to medium tribes, resulting in the deaths of over one hundred thousand Orcs and displacing over two hundred thousand.
Such actions clearly provoke them.
Without any hesitation, the upper echelon of the Orc Empire immediately convened an imperial meeting to discuss countermeasures.
From the start, the meeting was filled with the angry cursing of the various Orcs.
While many cuss, few actually clamored for war.
A similar scene once played out in the Alpha Kingdom.
Now the tables have turned, and the situation is so absurd.
"If your curses could kill the enemy, then by all means, curse.
And to those casting curses, if you have the skill, take actual measures; anyone who could curse Hudson to death, I will enthrone him as the sole Beast Emperor!"
The Lionman King angrily scolded in the hall.
The odds of cursing someone to death from hundreds of miles away are almost zero; however, casting a curse art might still have a chance of success.
But targeting Hudson is enough to deter all curse masters in the Orc Empire.
Casting a curse requires a price; generally, the stronger and more prestigious the target, the greater the backlash force one must bear.
Most often, curse masters tactically arrange to have people fall into traps, thus diverting backlash force, rather than directly casting curses at persons.