"Cyril, you have completed the task I gave you. You have done well. I am very pleased with you. Now, kneel," Jack spoke.

Cyril could not help but become excited upon hearing the president's approval.

His firm body trembled slightly.

Through the weak moonlight, Jack saw that Cyril was covered in dust.

His exposed skin was also bruised.

Although his feet were still standing firmly, the injuries on his feet could not be concealed when he practiced marching.

Cyril immediately got down on one knee and looked up at Jack with excitement in his eyes.

Jack stepped forward and placed a hand on Cyril's head as he said, "Cyril, from now on, you're going to be appointed as the captain of the ceremonial guards, and you'll be responsible for all of the matters in the ceremonial guards. Furthermore, you'll be grooming a large number of members before setting off to sea. Are you confident that you'll be able to accomplish this?"

"Yes!" Cyril replied firmly.

Hearing this, Jack nodded.

His hard work and effort moved Jack!

It had only been two or three days since he had been taught this set of movements.

In such a short period of time, almost no one could learn it completely.

Furthermore, his standard was so high.

For Cyril to be able to do so well, it was clear that he had gone all out!

Looking at the dark circles under Cyril's eyes, Jack suddenly understood a lot.

Although he did not understand his guards, he could feel it.

Although vague, Jack knew that Cyril must have been through a lot.

What he needed now was not comfort, but recognition.

That's right, it was recognition that allowed him to regain his confidence.

This was why Jack had chosen this method of appointment.

Thinking up to this point, Jack said again, "Next, you will take my order and search for suitable personnel on the entire island. Everyone will unconditionally obey your decision and mobilization that I have already told you. Next, it will depend on your ability to choose people."

"Yes, Mr. President, I definitely won't disappoint you," Cyril replied.

"How long has it been since you slept?" Jack asked, seeing Cyril's eyes close involuntarily.

"I just had a nap earlier, Mr. President," said Cyril.

"Are you going to lie to your President?" Jack asked.

"No, Mr. President, I haven't slept for two days. No, actually, I haven't slept for three days," Cyril said through gritted teeth, tears shimmering in his determined eyes.

"Then, Cyril, I will now give you your first task," said Jack.

"Please make the arrangements, President. I will definitely complete the task you have assigned me," Cyril said.

"Go to sleep. Start work the next day after you've rested enough," Jack said.

"No, it's okay, President. I can handle it," Cyril said. Then, as if his body could not take it anymore, he shook in the air.

Looking at Cyril, Jack could not help but sigh as he said in a kind voice, "If you collapse, then all of my arrangements will be disrupted. Cyril, you won't make things difficult for me, right?"

Upon hearing the president's words, Cyril could not hold back his tears any longer, and two streams of tears flowed down his cheeks.

He nodded through clenched teeth.

But Jack was still worried. He ordered Eugene, "Eugene, take Cyril back and rest. Remember to wait for him to fall asleep before leaving."

"Yes, Mr. President." Eugene was touched.

He had not expected Cyril to have changed so much.

Especially after not sleeping for so long, he gritted his teeth and completed the mission given by the president.

Eugene could not help but admire this attitude!

After arranging everything, Jack turned around and returned to the castle.

As the president, this was all he could do!

Any more and it would be too much!

But to the people of this world, this should be enough!

After Jack entered the castle, Eugene stepped forward and gently helped Cyril up.

However, Cyril did not move at all, and his body seemed to have frozen in place.

Eugene could not help but sigh, "Cyril, I know about your past, but it's all in the past now. Everything is progressing well under the guidance of the president. If you really want to serve the president, you should protect your body first!"

With that, Eugene helped Cyril up again.

But Cyril still did not budge.

Just as Eugene tried to advise him again, a soft snore sounded.

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On the next day, Jack got up very early.

He had to admit that he had been influenced by Cyril!

He could not help but sigh. Indeed, if there was someone passionate around you, there was a high chance that you would be motivated as well.

This was true even if he was the president!

It was no wonder that in the mysterious Land of the East, so many dynasties had risen to power because of their loyal subjects but also faced devastation due to traitorous subjects!

With a small sigh, he finished his breakfast under Alice's service.

Jack had something very important to do today.

That was to settle the Salt Pool Beach Sheep down.

The Gold Swordsmen had swept through every corner of the canyon yesterday and caught over a dozen Salt Pool Beach Sheep.

They were all locked up in the temporary farm outside the castle.

Of course, Jack would not raise them on the land. Who knew if the Salt Pool Beach Sheep that did not live near the sea would mutate again?

He could not gamble on this chance now, at least not until the number of sheep reached a certain number!

The main purpose of bringing them here was to feed them barley stalks.

When he arrived, Steve, the butler, greeted him with his assistant.

Jack waved his hand and stopped their salutations. He asked directly, "How is the Salt Pool Beach Sheep now?"

"Mr. President, the Salt Pool Beach Sheep that have left the sea haven't changed much. We've put in the first batch of straw and they're eating happily," the butler said as he stroked his beard.

Jack nodded and asked again, "Have you checked the wool? Is it suitable for making clothes?"

"Mr. President, Regiment Commander Enger brought a tailor over yesterday. After the first batch of shearing, the Salt Pool Beach Sheep's wool is very good for making clothes," Steve said: "According to Enger, this kind of clothes is better for making uniforms. He has already gone back to arrange for people to come and design it."

It was a good arrangement. This butler was indeed capable of handling various matters.

So Jack asked again, "What opinion do you have regarding the raising of these sheep?"

"Raising?" Steve was stunned. Did this need any special opinion?

However, he still said, "I suggest that we arrange for slaves to take over and raise them by the sea."

Hearing Steve's words, Jack could not help but shake his head.

Indeed, there was no such thing as an individual economic unit in this world!

"My idea is that this batch of sheep will be divided into two parts. The farm will take up a large portion of the rearing, and the rest will be given to the slaves to rear themselves. When they grow up, we will charge them according to the weight of the sheep."

At this moment, the economics of individuals showed its first appearance in this world!

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