Is this man truly only twenty-two years old?
The picture he painted with his words is not just a city, nor merely a piece of territory, but rather the prototype of a new Northern Territory.
It's a future she had never imagined.
Yet the brighter the future, the greater the need for a solid foundation.
Emily asked softly, "But... no matter how you plan, you'll need people to execute it. What will you do if there's not enough population?"
Louis's lips curled slightly upon hearing this, as though he'd long buried this question in his heart.
He raised one finger: "Firstly, refugees.
The war is over, but there's still a massive number of displaced people in the Northern Territory. I will set up citizen registration offices in all territories, and anyone willing to return, no matter which territory they're from, as long as they sign a household contract, I'll grant them land and cattle, provide tools and temporary housing."
"Household contract?" Emily repeated.
