Barov returned to his city hall office and immediately locked the door behind him.

My God, he touched the God's Stone on his chest. His Highness was truly possessed by a demon. Before, it was just a vague guess, but now he was almost certain that the person he had just spoken to could not be the Fourth Prince.

A drastic change in personality or strange behavior could be understood, but suddenly comprehending things he had never been exposed to, mastering knowledge he had never heard of? Such things only happened in mythical biographies, but legends were about gods possessing mortals to lead humanity out of difficulties. When did demons start doing this?

If Roland Wimbledon ran his territory like the royal capital (though it would be difficult), Barov wouldn't be surprised. It was said that the Fourth Prince was ignorant and incompetent, but personality could be faked, and perhaps someone was secretly teaching him how to govern a city, or even a country.

But the ideas and plans that the prince spoke of were completely unheard of by the Minister's Assistant. He had spent twenty years in the city hall of the royal capital, as an assistant to the Minister of Finance, and he was very familiar with the structure and operation of the city hall. Ministers were in charge of various functions, and except for privately reached agreements, no one usually listened to anyone else.

After the king issued a decree, the minister who received the order would assign it to his subordinates. Each minister had his own power, and their styles of doing things were also different. For example, the Steelheart Knight, who was in charge of the defense of the Graycastle royal capital, controlled hundreds of patrolmen and mercenaries. He also had considerable influence over the shady underground organizations in the city. When he handled affairs, he would bring his men and horses to rampage around. Any criminals targeted by him, even nobles, would find it difficult to stay in the city, either leaving the royal capital or waiting to be locked up in prison.

This was the case not only in the royal capital but also in other cities.

Therefore, to become a subordinate of a lord or king, one must first be a noble with a large family and a great business.

If there was not enough money and food to recruit subordinates, would you have to do everything yourself? And the more people you had, the more you would be valued by the superiors because everyone understood the principle that more people made things easier.

But the prince's approach completely subverted Barov's concept. Whether it was ministers or their subordinates, all were recruited and paid by the city hall. In other words, even if a minister was gone, a new one could be replaced, or even someone could be directly promoted from below.

This was a completely new system. Barov was sure that the prince wanted to create a political system that was completely different from the upper echelons of Graycastle.

Perhaps some would think that this was just Roland's fantasy or the conceit of an amateur? But the Minister's Assistant did not think so. He picked up a quill and recorded the prince's requirements one by one on the paper.

Look at these plans; they were interlocked and considered every detail.

First of all, it was management down to eating, drinking, and excreting.

Barov naturally knew that the stronger the control over the people, the faster the various instructions issued by the lord would be implemented. But in this way, it would also greatly increase the number of managers. Where would you find so many people who could write? And the extra salary would be a heavy burden on the lord's subordinates. Not many people were willing to do this.

Then look at the other two points of His Highness: recruiting civilians into the city hall and launching education for all civilians.

When he scanned these two lines of words with his fingers, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

If His Highness realized these two points, what would Border Town become?

Any civilian could write, and the city hall could find a large number of suitable personnel at any time if it wanted to expand its scale. And this would in turn promote the popularity of education. Those who received education would have the opportunity to enter the city hall, get a well-paid position, and at the same time bring about an increase in social status. It was feared that in a year or two, everyone would take the initiative to receive education, even if they could not do it themselves, they would think of sending their children to the academy.

In addition to the previously mentioned fact that all employees' salaries were paid by the city hall, that is, by Lord Roland, civilians no longer needed to spend a single copper eagle to build their own team. This was equivalent to completely breaking the restrictions that only nobles had the capital to serve as administrative officials.

Without a doubt, only a demon could come up with such a shocking system.

Barov took a deep breath and held the God's Stone in his hand. Now there was only one question left: were there any kind demons?

If Roland was said to be an evil person, he would be the first to disagree.

The Fourth Prince's actions, in his eyes, could even be called the actions of a wise king. Even the records of those legendary kings in history did not do as he did, caring about the life and death of every one of his people. He stayed in Border Town with his people, spent a lot of money to buy food, and allowed everyone to safely spend the Months of Demons. He brought the techniques and machinery of the demons to be used for the development of the town. Even the witches, the claws of the demons, were also using their abilities to improve the lives of the people.

Barov suddenly felt that even if Roland became the King of Graycastle, it didn't seem like such a bad thing.

Remembering his father's teachings: don't say what shouldn't be said, don't ask what shouldn't be asked, he decided to hide his discovery in his heart first. Since he was a demon, he would always clash with the church in the future. If the situation was not right, he could still be a revealer and witness lurking in the demon camp.

He rang the bell and summoned Seni Dali, who had recently joined the city hall.

Compared to those stupid and arrogant knights, this young man from the Benlang family was already considered outstanding. Although he still had some of the pride of a knight, he was at least willing to listen to his instructions.

"Teacher, what can I do for you?" He entered the door and saluted.

"His Highness wants to set up a new department to be in charge of crop cultivation and supervision, and he needs two apprentices to help with recording," Barov repeated Roland's request. "In addition, go to the city hall archives and pick out ten people who meet the requirements and do some screening. Although the other party is a civilian, His Highness has insisted on including them in the city hall. If any of them perform well, they may even become the head of the Department of Agriculture, alas..." He sighed, "You should follow them to record the results first. After the spring planting is over, I will transfer you back."

"Teacher, you only need to screen out two people," he puffed out his chest and said, "I am also very familiar with this aspect."

"You?" Barov was stunned.

"Yes! Before becoming a knight, I helped my father manage the farm and was very knowledgeable about wheat cultivation." Seni paused, "But when His Highness asked me if I had any other expertise, I didn't say it... because I was worried that he would assign me to the fields to work with those serfs."

Barov was overjoyed. He was both educated and knew about farm work. Even if a civilian joined the Department of Agriculture, he would be the deserved candidate for the head. As far as he could see, Seni was on his side. If he became the head, he would also have influence over the Department of Agriculture.

"Very good," he turned this consideration into a promise of benefits and babbled, "Work hard, and maybe you can climb to a higher position than before."

After Seni left, Barov leaned back in his chair and gently exhaled.

Now that he knew that His Highness was a demon, he had to seize power and not let go. Demons were always full of appreciation for ambitious people. This was a common record in mythical biographies. And for him, whether it was the power granted by the king or the power granted by the demon, it was equally sweet.