"They no longer see themselves as Gray Rock People; they call themselves Red Tide People when dealing with outsiders."
A few people in the room exchanged glances; some had a smile at the corner of their mouths, some quietly let out a breath.
Louis's gaze returned to the map crisscrossed with red lines.
He was not carried away by these words; he merely confirmed one thing in his heart: once people start willingly placing themselves into this network, they will no longer be willing to return to the shadow of the old Nobility.
Green closed the Population Register and switched to a thicker file, whose corners had grown fuzzy from constant flipping.
"Next is material output." His tone clearly shifted up a gear. "The daily output of various minerals has increased tenfold compared to before we took over.
