52- The Friday Meeting

Lucien had wasted no time in gathering everyone Aldric had requested for the meeting. By early evening, the leaders of Ravensbourne's key divisions had assembled in the grand conference room of Raven's Nest. The long wooden table was polished to perfection, with documents and reports neatly stacked in front of each seat. The room's atmosphere was thick with anticipation as the most influential figures of Ravensbourne took their places, each representing a vital pillar of the duchy's growth.

Aldric stood at the head of the table, his piercing gaze scanning the room as he took in the faces of those gathered.

Seated closest to him was Lucien, his brother, who had personally overseen the organization of this meeting. Beside him was Vincent Lorring, the family Tresurer responsible for economic policies and trade. Wulfric, the head of agriculture, sat with a calm yet calculating expression. Master Rowan, the architect and master builder, leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, already deep in thought. Caelum, the alchemist, had a mix of curiosity and excitement on his face, clearly eager to discuss his latest breakthroughs. Seraphina, ever composed, sat with a keen eye, taking in everything with quiet observation. Alongside them were their vice-heads and trusted assistants, ensuring that no crucial detail would be missed.

Once everyone had settled, Aldric spoke, his voice firm and commanding.

"From this day forward, we will hold a council meeting every Friday. These meetings will serve as a way to track our progress, address any challenges, improve our strategies and help communicate and cooperate between Divisions. I expect honesty, efficiency, and innovation from each of you."

A few nodded in understanding, while others straightened in their seats, fully aware of the weight of Aldric's expectations.

———

Aldric cleared his throat, transitioning into the primary purpose of today's meeting.

"Before we begin with our reports, I will briefly summarize the outcome of my mission to the Marquise's territory."

The room fell into silence as Aldric recounted the recent events.

He spoke of the dire state of Gustov's lands—the starvation, the failing infrastructure, the lack of proper farming techniques, and the harsh conditions the people endured. He explained how Gustov, despite his flaws, was desperate to turn his territory around, making him a valuable ally rather than an adversary.

However, Aldric was careful to omit certain details. He did not mention the brewing conflict between the Crown Prince and the Second Prince, as only the highest-ranking and most trusted officials needed to know about the secret war on the horizon. Instead, he framed his report around economic and political stability, focusing on how strengthening Gustov's land would indirectly benefit Ravensbourne.

"Gustov and I have reached an agreement," Aldric continued, placing a document on the table. "We will send support to his territory—food rations to sustain the people, engineers to rebuild infrastructure, and farmers to educate their own on modern techniques. In exchange, Gustov will provide us with iron, metal, and stone at a rate 20% below market value. This will be a long-term contract, securing our access to key resources while helping his territory regain stability."

There were murmurs among the council, mostly of approval. A few exchanged glances, silently acknowledging the strategic brilliance of the deal. Not only did this ensure Ravensbourne's continued prosperity, but it also strengthened its political influence over Gustov's domain.

Aldric turned to Vincent, Wulfric, and Rowan.

"Vincent, you will oversee the financial and trade aspects of this exchange, ensuring everything is properly accounted for. Wulfric, you will send a team of our best farmers to teach their people sustainable farming techniques, focusing on irrigation, fertilizers, and crop rotation. Rowan, you will lead the reconstruction efforts, prioritizing better homes with heating systems, improved roads, and agricultural structures like chicken coops to help them sustain poultry farming."

Each man nodded, already calculating the necessary steps to fulfill their duties.

"This will be a logistical challenge, but I trust in your capabilities," Aldric concluded. "Now, let's move on to status reports."

———

Aldric leaned back slightly, his golden eyes sweeping across the gathered division heads. His gaze settled on Wulfric, the seasoned agriculturalist, who stood first. His rough, calloused hands pressed against the wooden table, a testament to years of toil in the fields.

Wulfric cleared his throat, his deep voice carrying a tone of both pride and concern. "The winter crops are holding well, and we've managed to increase yield by 30% compared to last season. The new irrigation systems are performing as expected—no drought concerns this year."

A murmur of approval rippled through the room.

He continued, stroking his short beard. "Livestock productivity has risen as well. The improved feed quality and better housing structures have made a noticeable difference. Fewer animals are falling ill, and we've successfully bred stronger stock. We've even begun selective breeding to further enhance our best lines."

Aldric nodded, pleased with the progress. "That's good. What about issues?"

Wulfric sighed, shaking his head. "Storage, my lord. With the increased harvest, we're running out of space. If we don't expand our granaries and silos before the next planting season, we risk spoilage and waste. The last thing we need is to lose what we've worked so hard to produce."

Aldric turned his gaze toward Rowan, the chief architect and construction overseer. "Rowan, what's your assessment? How soon can we expand our storage facilities?"

Rowan leaned forward, tapping his fingers against the table in thought. "If we divert some manpower from other projects, we can have the silos and granaries expanded in a few weeks. But it will slow down housing development."

Aldric considered the trade-off for a moment before speaking. "Food security takes priority. Adjust the workforce as needed, but ensure construction moves forward efficiently."

Vincent adjusted his spectacles. "With an increased food supply, we'll also need to account for surplus trade. If we manage this correctly, we can establish trade routes with other regions struggling with food shortages."

Wulfric grunted in agreement. "As long as it's done wisely. We should always have reserves for our own people before we start exporting."

Aldric nodded in approval. "Agreed. We'll ensure a proper balance between internal stability and trade opportunities."

With that, Wulfric sat down, satisfied that his concerns were being addressed. The meeting continued, with the next division stepping forward to give their report.

———

Rowan leaned forward his expression one of satisfaction. "The Academy's expansion is ahead of schedule. The new construction techniques have allowed us to build stronger, taller structures without sacrificing stability. We've optimized the framework to support additional floors, making the best use of our limited land area."

Aldric nodded. "Good. But I want us to push further. I plan to introduce new materials—cement, steel, and asphalt."

Rowan's brow furrowed in curiosity. "Cement? I've never heard of it. What exactly is it?"

Aldric steepled his fingers. "Cement is a binding substance that hardens over time when mixed with water. When combined with sand, gravel, and other minerals, it forms concrete—a far superior alternative to stone or brick for certain structures. It's durable, resistant to weathering, and significantly stronger than our current materials. It will allow us to build not only better homes but also larger buildings, bridges, and defensive walls with greater longevity."

Rowan stroked his chin, deep in thought. "That could revolutionize our construction industry… What about steel?"

Aldric continued, "Steel is an enhanced form of iron, refined through the removal of impurities and the addition of carbon. It's stronger, more flexible, and far more resistant to rust and corrosion. It will be crucial for reinforcements in large-scale structures, advanced weaponry, and even vehicles in the future."

Vincent, the head of commerce, adjusted his spectacles. "That sounds expensive. What about cost and resource allocation?"

Aldric turned to Tobais. "Tobais, I assume Gustov's territory can supply us with a steady flow of iron ore?"

Tobais gave a firm nod. "Aye, the deal with the Marquise ensures we get metal at 20% below market price. If we increase smelting efficiency, we should have a steady production."

Rowan tapped his fingers on the table, already calculating possibilities in his head. "With cement and steel, we could reinforce key structures and significantly improve Raven's Nest's infrastructure."

Aldric wasn't done. "There's one more material I want to introduce—asphalt. It's a mixture of gravel and a binding agent derived from refined oil or tar. It's used for paving roads, making them smoother, more durable, and resistant to rain and erosion."

Lucien, who had remained quiet until now, let out an amused chuckle. "You want to improve roads?"

Aldric smirked. "Roads are the veins of a thriving economy. Better roads mean faster trade, better mobility for our military, and easier access to our lands for settlers and merchants."

Rowan's expression turned serious. "We'll need to test these materials first. If they prove as effective as you claim, we'll integrate them into every future project."

Aldric nodded in agreement. "That's why I want Caelum to study the composition of cement, steel, and asphalt. He'll determine the best proportions, ratios and methods for production."

Caelum, who had been silently taking notes, looked up with excitement in his eyes. "Analyzing their properties should be straightforward. I'll conduct experiments to find the ideal mixture ratios and refine the production process. It'll take time, but I can start immediately."

Vincent sighed dramatically. "More innovations… I suppose I should start looking into how to price and market these materials as well. If we master them before the other noble factions catch wind, we could dominate the construction market."

Aldric grinned. "Exactly. But first, let's perfect the process. Once we do, we'll be able to reshape not just Raven's Nest, but the entire duchy."

With that, the discussion moved on to the next division

———

Vincent leaned forward, adjusting his spectacles, a pleased yet cautious expression on his face. "Merchant traffic has increased by 40% in the past two months. Our regulations on fair pricing and anti-exploitation measures are proving effective. As a result, more nobles are seeking long-term trade agreements with us, and we are seeing an influx of skilled labor migrating here. However, there is one issue that requires attention—monopolization. Some merchants are attempting to corner certain markets, particularly in textiles, grains, and luxury goods."

Aldric narrowed his eyes. "That is unacceptable. We will implement stricter market regulations. No single merchant or guild gains unchecked control over any essential commodity."

Wulfric crossed his arms, nodding in approval. "If we allow monopolization, prices will be dictated by the greed of a few instead of fair trade. Farmers could suffer from inflated costs of seeds and tools, and the common folk will struggle with food prices."

Lucien, added, "The question is—how do we prevent monopolization without stifling commerce? If we're too aggressive, merchants may take their business elsewhere."

Aldric leaned back, his fingers tapping against the polished wood of the table. His gaze was calm but firm as he addressed Lucien's concern.

"Let them leave." His voice carried a quiet authority that silenced the room. "If merchants refuse to abide by fair regulations and seek only to exploit, they are not the kind of people we need. Their departure will make room for those who understand that a stable, well-regulated market benefits everyone in the long run."

Vincent adjusted his spectacles, nodding slowly. "That's… certainly one way to look at it. It would send a message that we do not bow to greed."

"Exactly," Aldric continued. "If we give in to monopolists now, they will forever hold us hostage. But if we stand firm, we attract merchants willing to adapt—ones who see the long-term prosperity in a fair system."

Vincent smiled. "That's why we introduce a market oversight council. We establish trade caps on essential goods—grains, metals, lumber, and textiles. No merchant or group can control more than a set percentage of the market. If any attempt to bypass this through intermediaries, we fine them heavily or revoke their trading licenses."

Aldric liked the idea. "Good. We'll also encourage competition by inviting foreign traders to do business here. If no one controls the entire supply, prices remain fair."

Rowan stroked his beard. "If we're going to increase trade, we'll need better storage facilities for perishable goods. Right now, we lose nearly 15% of fresh produce before it reaches market due to spoilage."

Aldric nodded at Rowan's concern, his mind already formulating a solution.

"Preservation is the key to reducing waste and ensuring a stable food supply. There are several ways we can approach this." He turned his gaze toward Caelum. "Alchemy may hold the answer. If we can develop a preservation method using safe alchemical processes, we can extend the shelf life of perishables significantly."

Caelum tapped his chin in thought. "It's possible. There are herbs and minerals known for their preservative properties. If we refine them into powders or extracts, we might slow spoilage without compromising the food's quality."

"Good. I'll assign you to begin experimentation immediately," Aldric said. "You'll test various ingredients—salt, vinegar, honey, certain oils—all of these have natural preservation properties. We need to see what works best for long-term storage."

Wulfric nodded in approval. "Salt curing and smoking have worked for meats, but fruits and vegetables need something different. If we can make preserving food more efficient, it'll reduce waste and strengthen our food supply."

Caelum sighed, rubbing his temples. "That's fine and all, but I'll need more manpower. Right now, it's just me and my three assistants. If you want rapid progress, I need more hands."

Aldric crossed his arms, thinking. "Since we lack an official alchemy division, we'll need to bring in outside talent."

He turned to Lucien. "Draft a notice—Raven's Nest is hiring alchemists, apothecaries, and researchers. Offer competitive wages, access to rare materials, and living accommodations. We need people skilled in preservation methods and medicine."

Lucien nodded, already making notes. "I'll have recruitment efforts spread across major cities. Shall we prioritize experienced individuals or take in promising apprentices as well?"

"Both." Aldric's tone was firm. "Experienced professionals can lead the research, but apprentices will ensure we have a long-term workforce. Make it clear that our goal is innovation. I want those with ambition, not just those looking for a comfortable job."

Caelum laugh in excitement forgetting his age. "Finally, some reinforcements."

Rowan chuckled. "You act like you're drowning in work."

Caelum shot him a dry look. "You try brewing ten different experimental solutions a day with only three assistants."

Aldric ignored their banter and continued. "Once we have recruits, we'll establish an Alchemy Division. For now, Caelum, I'll grant you temporary authority over all alchemical research."

Caelum accepted the role. "Understood."

Lucien tapped his quill against the table. "And what about funding? Research materials aren't cheap."

Aldric didn't hesitate. "Allocate a research budget under the Trade and Economy division. Vincent will oversee expenses and ensure nothing is wasted."

Vincent adjusted his spectacles. "Reasonable. But I expect detailed reports on spending."

"Ofcourse." Caelum agreeing.

———

Lucien leaned forward, tapping his quill against his ledger. "If we want a stable economy that encourages long-term investment, we need a better way in managing our finances this could lead in embezzelment and lost of funds."

Aldric nodded. "We'll introduce a finance system, I will call it a Bank, where wealth isn't just hoarded but circulates efficiently. A central banking institution will act as a secure place for deposits, loans, and currency exchange. It will issue trade vouchers—paper currency backed by gold and silver reserves."

Vincent adjusted his spectacles, looking both intrigued and concerned. "A paper currency system? This is unheard of. If merchants and nobles refuse to accept it, it could fail before it even starts."

Aldric responded to Vincent. "That's why we'll start small. We'll have the banking institution issue these trade vouchers for large transactions—making it easier and safer to move wealth. The vouchers will be redeemable for precious metals at any time, ensuring their legitimacy."

Rowan rubbed his chin. "This means the kingdom won't just rely on raw gold and silver for trade anymore. Wealth could be stored, loaned, and reinvested."

Lucien, still considering the broader picture, added, "It would make tax collection and government spending much more efficient. No more counting endless chests of coin—we could work with ledgers and secured transfers."

Caelum raised an eyebrow. "And what about counterfeiting? If we introduce paper currency, someone will try to replicate it."

Aldric was already prepared for this. "The vouchers will be made using unique materials—high-quality parchment, enchanted seals, and intricate designs that are difficult to forge. We can even use alchemical methods to create inks that react to magic, making fakes easier to detect."

Vincent tapped his fingers against the table, deep in thought. "This also means we can introduce interest-based lending. The bank could offer loans to merchants, craftsmen, and farmers. Controlled borrowing could boost economic growth."

Lucien sighed. "Which also means people could fall into debt. We'll need regulations to prevent predatory lending."

Aldric agreed. "No loan should be given without collateral or a repayment plan. Interest rates must be reasonable. We'll also need a council to oversee banking regulations—perhaps a combination of trade officials and financial experts. If we succeed, Raven's Nest will become the financial heart of the continent."

Vincent exhaled, already thinking through the logistics. "It won't be easy, but if we pull it off… We'll be setting the foundation for a new economic era."

Lucien sigh imagining the work load and pachement signing that this will lead too. "And here I thought today's meeting would just be about grain and roads."

Aldric leaned back in his chair. "I told you before, Lucien. We're not just running a city. We're shaping the future."

———

Alchemy Division - Caelum's Research and Its Applications

Caelum stood eagerly, placing several vials and a thick stack of notes on the table. His three apprentices—Orion, Lucian von Auster, and Sylva—stood behind him, each exuding confidence in their own way.

"I've made significant breakthroughs in multiple fields," Caelum began, his golden eyes gleaming with excitement. "First, I've successfully mass-produced alchemic explosives for miners. The production cost is significantly lower than traditional mining methods, and they're far more effective at breaking through tough rock formations."

Rowan's eyes lit up. "Explosives? That could revolutionize construction. We could clear land, dig foundations, and even carve tunnels faster than ever before."

Wulfric, the head of agriculture, stroked his beard in thought. "Could controlled explosions be used to create irrigation channels or clear rocky soil for farmland?"

Caelum nodded. "Absolutely. With careful application, we could shape the land to our advantage—redirect rivers, create reservoirs, and even improve drainage systems in flood-prone areas."

Aldric leaned forward. "What about safety? I don't want untrained workers mishandling explosives and causing disasters."

Lucian von Auster, the fallen noble, scoffed, arms crossed. "Obviously, only skilled personnel should handle them. If an idiot gets their hands on alchemic charges, they'll blow themselves up before they even light the fuse."

Orion, the herbalist, added more thoughtfully, "We could introduce a chemical stabilizer to make the compounds less volatile until activation. That way, accidental detonation is nearly impossible."

Aldric nodded. "Make it a priority. I want this technology controlled and distributed responsibly."

Caelum flipped to another section of his notes. "Next, my research into healing potions has yielded significant improvements. We've developed a variant that accelerates wound closure by 30% while reducing inflammation. It's particularly effective for treating battlefield injuries."

Lucien, ever practical, raised an eyebrow. "And production costs? Will these be affordable for the general public, or will they be reserved for the military?"

Sylva, the foreigner, finally spoke up, her golden eyes sharp with amusement. "That depends on how we source the ingredients. Some of the rare herbs used could be cultivated in alchemic greenhouses, which would lower costs over time."

Aldric turned to Vincent. "Can the merchant division help with ingredient procurement?"

Vincent nodded. "I'll reach out to traders for stable supply chains. If we make healing potions widely available, it will boost public health and trust in our rule."

Lucian von Auster sighed dramatically. "The possibilities are endless, really. Alchemy is wasted on simple healing potions."

Aldric smirked. "Which is why I'm officially establishing an Alchemy Division. Caelum, you will be its head, and Lucien will oversee recruitment. I want skilled alchemists, apothecaries, and researchers. This field has too much potential to leave underdeveloped."

Caelum gave a playful salute. "Understood, Lord Aldric!"

———

Seraphina leaned back slightly, arms crossed, her golden eyes sharp as she addressed the room.

"I've recently taken on an apprentice—Elise, a servant girl who shows strong magical potential. She's progressing well, faster than I expected, actually. Her ability to absorb knowledge and refine spells is exceptional. However, she's still inexperienced, and I'll need time to train her properly."

Lucien raised an eyebrow. "A servant girl?"

Seraphina smirked. "Magic doesn't care about bloodlines, Lucien."

Vincent chuckled. "That's going to upset some of the more traditional nobles."

Seraphina rolled her eyes. "Let them be upset. Magic is a resource we need to cultivate. Which is why I suggest establishing a formal magical division. If we train and recruit gifted individuals, we'll be able to support other divisions more effectively."

Aldric nodded thoughtfully. "A formal magic division… It makes sense. We're already employing alchemists, craftsmen, and scholars. Magic should have its place as well. But we'll need to regulate it properly."

Rowan tapped his fingers against the table. "If this division takes off, they'll need proper facilities. Training grounds, a library, enchanted equipment—just like the Academy provides for scholars and warriors."

Caelum, still deep in thought, added, "We could collaborate. Alchemy and magic are closely intertwined. If we combine our efforts, we might push the boundaries of what's possible."

Lucien, sighed. "We'll also need to consider security. If we start gathering mages, it will attract attention—especially from outside forces who may want to exploit or eliminate them."

Aldric's expression darkened slightly. "Which is why we'll be cautious. Seraphina, for now, continue assessing potential recruits. Train Elise well and document your teaching methods. If this is to become an institution, we'll need structure."

Seraphina nodded. "Understood. And Aldric… thank you for supporting this."

———

After a few more minor discussions and suggestions for improvements, Aldric finally leaned forward, resting his hands on the table.

"We are making great strides, but this is only the beginning. Our enemies will take notice, and we must always stay ahead. From now on, we meet every Friday. Report your progress, bring any concerns, and propose new ideas. We will shape the future together."

A chorus of agreement followed.

As the meeting neared its conclusion, Aldric turned to Lucien, his sharp gaze carrying an unspoken question. Lucien, who had expected this, gave a small nod before Aldric could even ask.

"I carried out your request," Lucien confirmed. "The injured agents have been treated, and they are recovering well. As for the fallen… their families have been notified, and compensation has been delivered."

Aldric exhaled slowly, his fingers tapping against the table. "Good. But that isn't enough." His voice was firm, unwavering. "I want you to invite the families of the deceased. I will speak with them personally."

Lucien's expression wavered slightly. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," Aldric said without hesitation. "They lost their loved ones under my command. No amount of gold can replace a son, a brother, a father. The least I can do is face them, apologize to them, and assure them that their sacrifices were not in vain. Ravensbourne will take care of them in place of the ones they lost."

A heavy silence filled the room. The council members, though used to Aldric's leadership, could not help but be reminded of what set him apart—his unwavering sense of duty, not just as a ruler, but as a man who shouldered the weight of every life under his care.

After a moment, Aldric shifted his attention to Master Rowan.

"Rowan, I have another task for you."

The master builder straightened. "What is it?"

"I want a monument built in the heart of Raven's Nest. A pillar—large, enduring. A symbol that our fallen brethren are the very foundation upon which we build our future." Aldric's voice grew heavier with emotion. "Engrave their names into the stone. Every single one of them. And leave space for more, because I know this war is far from over."

Rowan's brows furrowed, but he gave a solemn nod. "I will make it happen."

Aldric ran a hand through his hair, exhaling. "They deserve more than to be forgotten. This pillar will stand as a reminder of their sacrifice and our duty to honor it."

With that, the weight of the meeting settled fully upon everyone's shoulders. No longer was this just about governance or strategy—it was about the people, the lives entwined with Ravensbourne's future.

———

After the meeting concluded and the other division heads dispersed, Aldric signaled Caelum to stay behind. He also instructed Lucien to bring Seraphina.

The three of them gathered in Aldric's private study. The room was dimly lit by a few lanterns, casting long shadows against the wooden walls. Aldric stood near the desk, arms crossed, while Caelum leaned against a nearby chair. Seraphina, her dark auburn hair tied back, watched them both with wary eyes.

"So," Seraphina spoke first, her tone sharp. "This is about Esmoran spies, isn't it?"

Aldric nodded. "Yes. We need to discuss your safety."

Caelum sighed, rubbing his temples. "I was hoping we could stop looking over our shoulders one day. But I suppose that was naive."

Seraphina frowned. "Do we have reason to believe they've gotten close?"

Lucien had already done a deep sweep for potential infiltrators, but Aldric wasn't about to take any chances.

"Not yet," he admitted. "But it's only a matter of time before Esmoran intelligence starts taking notice of our advancements. Your father's work in alchemy, especially if it starts changing warfare, trade, and medicine, is something they won't ignore."

Caelum exhaled heavily. "I can keep a low profile. Make it seem like I'm just one of many researchers rather than the driving force."

Aldric nodded. "That's a start. But you'll both need to be cautious. I want you to avoid unnecessary public appearances, especially in large cities. Keep Seraphina close, and if anything seems out of place—anything at all—you report it to Lucien or to me immediately."

Seraphina scoffed. "I can handle myself, you know."

Aldric's gaze didn't waver. "I know. But this isn't just about you. If Esmoran agents confirm that you're alive and still with your father, they won't stop at an assassination attempt. They might capture you and use you as leverage. You understand what that means?"

Seraphina's expression hardened, but she gave a slow nod. "They'll try to use me again to force my father to work for them."

Caelum clenched his fists. "That will not happen again."

The room fell into silence for a moment before Caelum let out a breath, his tense shoulders easing slightly. He gave Aldric a small, appreciative nod.

"Thank you, Aldric. I know you have a lot to worry about already, but the fact that you're looking out for us… it means more than you know."

Seraphina glanced between them before adding, "Yeah. Most people wouldn't bother. So… thanks." Though her words were casual, there was a sincerity in her tone that she rarely expressed.

Aldric gave them both a firm look. "You're valuable to this kingdom, but more than that—you're part of Raven's Nest. I take care of my own."

Caelum smiled slightly. "Then we'll do our part and stay cautious."

———

As the meeting finally adjourned, Aldric sat for a moment longer, staring at the empty chairs.

Aldric remained seated, fingers interlocked, his eyes fixed on the door for a lingering moment before he spoke in a calm, knowing tone.

"Everyone has left. You may come out now."

A sharp intake of breath, a pause, then a figure emerged from the farthest corner of the room. The dim candlelight barely touched him, but his presence was undeniable. Clad in dark, form-fitting garments, the man stepped forward with measured grace.