Chapter 10 Patrolling the Territory

As Roan's senior steward, Bayev certainly knew all about this.

He introduced in detail the areas, armies, population and hostile forces that the Royal Court District can currently control.

In addition to the Spire Royal Court District, Roan also controls about one-third of the Upper Nest District and controls more than 50,000 planetary defense forces.

The rest of the Upper Nest District is ruled by the Hof family and large and small warbands headed by the Gray Wolf Warband.

Under the influence of the rebellion, the Upper Nest District has become extremely chaotic, like a microcosm of the entire nest city.

As a former vassal of the Grant family, the wolfish ambitions of the Homan family are obvious.

The attack last night was most likely caused by the Homan family.

Their power is getting stronger day by day, and I believe that they will launch a full-scale attack in a short time.

Bad news comes one after another.

But there is also good news.

Due to the rebellion, millions of refugees poured into the Upper Nest and stayed.

Roan controls nearly two million of the population.

This gives him a basic population base.

As long as it is managed well, the power of hope provided can restore some of the capabilities of the little sun.

In the future, we will take it step by step. Counterattack on the lower nest is not a dream!

"Then we won't go to the lower nest. Let's go around the control area of ​​the upper nest."

Ron decided to inspect the territory.

"God Emperor, that's too dangerous."

Bayev was a little worried and advised: "It's better for you to stay in the Royal Court.

The assassins of the Homan family have been looking for opportunities. If you have any accidents, the Grant family will be finished!"

Ron couldn't deny it. He looked at Bayev: "You can protect me, right?"

If the Royal Court can't protect its master in its own control area, it's too useless.

He might as well wash his neck and wait for someone to wipe it.

Besides, as a psychic, he is not without the power to protect himself.

In this cruel world where the strong are kings, cowardice is a fatal flaw.

He Ron is cautious but not a coward.

He is the planetary governor, the ruler of Ers.

If he keeps hiding in the Royal Court and dares not go out, he doesn't face his people and doesn't make a promise.

As the situation gets worse, more and more people will lose trust in him and lose their respect for him.

Once this situation continues to spread, his power will collapse and his rule will become ineffective.

What awaits Ron is only death.

"Sir, we can protect you!" Bayev straightened up and said firmly.

The attack last night made Bayev feel ashamed and humiliated. He actually put the bloodline of the Grant family in such danger. That is unforgivable!

He dared to guarantee with his life that he would never let the governor suffer harm again!

"Okay!" Ron's tone was unquestionable: "That's it"

After the arrangement, Ron followed Bayev out of the spire mansion.

Under the escort of the guards led by Carter, he drove out of the royal court in a hovercraft.

It was not until this time that Ron really saw the current appearance of the royal court.

There were traces of war everywhere, and potholes.

The luxurious buildings and exquisite statues with a history of thousands of years have become dilapidated.

After such a catastrophe, it was good enough that the Royal Court District could maintain itself. How could it have the ability to repair it?

The hovercraft passed through the sacred square. Ron looked up at the 100-meter-high statue of the Emperor of God and was shocked.

Unfortunately, the statue of the Emperor of God was also damaged. The nose was blown off by some heretic, the arm was missing a section, and the base was full of rubble.

After leaving the Royal Court District, everything became dirty and crowded.

Shangchao District used to be the residence of nobles and officials. It had a small population and was mostly residential areas, entertainment streets and gardens, with almost no industry.

After the rebellion, Shangchao District lost the supply of various resources from Xiachao, and resources were extremely scarce.

For this reason, Shangchao had to undergo a major transformation, temporarily established various industrial areas and fungus cultivation bases, and started the production line for corpse starch.

The refugees were organized to work in various factories, mining areas, and cultivation bases.

Even so, Shangchao District could not feed so many people.

All kinds of reserve resources were exhausted, and food became increasingly scarce.

More and more people can't even afford to eat corpse starch for one meal a day, and can only starve to death!

Countless people are born in dirty and messy places, work in pain every day, and then die on the streets, no one praises or mourns.

This is their fate.

Ron sat in the hovercraft, looking at the people who fell down and died of hunger on the street from time to time, feeling sad for them.

"How many people die here every day?" Ron asked.

"People die every day, it's hard to count" Bayev shook his head: "In fact, the people living here are pretty good. If they fall into the hands of the Horman family or the war gang, it's better to die than to live..."

Ron was silent, he saw the eyes of the people looking at him: confusion, numbness, fear, and even hatred.

The situation is more difficult than he imagined!

It is very difficult for him to get the support of the people now, and it's good if there is no large-scale rebellion.

Not far away, another old woman fell to the ground and died, and the people looked at the body with eager eyes.

But they were soon dispersed, and the fully armed corpse collectors came to drag the body away.

Bayev noticed Ron's puzzled look and explained: "Any resources are extremely precious and must not be wasted."

Ron suddenly understood something.

Those bodies were not sent to landfill or incinerator, but sent to special machines to be broken down into protein and made into corpse starch, so that more people could continue to live.

Cruel, but helpless!

Ron secretly decided that he must change all this, but he could do too little now.

The food in the warehouse was gradually running out, and the Royal Court District soon lost the ability to maintain the army.

It is said that the situation in the territories of the Homan family and the Gray Wolf War Gang was even worse, and the food was almost exhausted.

In order to maintain stability, they began to slaughter those people who had no or weak labor ability and made them into corpse starch to maintain the army.

They also have a population of millions, which should be able to last for a long time.

Now the Upper Nest District is a closed Gu jar. Whoever is more poisonous and cruel can survive.

But Ron refused to win in such a cruel way. He had to think of other ways.

Perhaps the small sun in the subspace can help him break this situation.

As night fell, Ron, who had patrolled half of the territory and witnessed too much suffering in the world, could no longer bear to watch.

"Go back..." He closed his eyes and told Bayev to take him back.

When he returned to the spire mansion in the Royal Court, the maids had already prepared dinner.

Ron sat in the luxurious restaurant, looking at the sumptuous dinner, but he didn't have much appetite.

The situation was serious, and he had to find a way out!