"That is the problem." Arad leaned back and looked at Ross. "I don't know how to make those rules. Baltos knows a bit, but he doesn't have the required knowledge to achieve what I want." He then leaned back on the table, and Ross took a deep breath.
"So, what is it that your Majesty wants?" Ross asked, even though he somewhat knew the answer. Arad here wasn't taking taxes from the people, it was difficult to expect he could maintain dungeons and keep criminals in check, so he wanted another way to deal with an influx of prisoners, the dangerous ones.
"Efficiency, if someone's sentence is a lifetime in jail or execution, I would much rather send them away to work and earn the state and the victims a penny instead of just wasting precious gold on them."
