Chapter 569 (1/2)

Chapter 569: Power Threatened

Translator: TransN Editor: TransN

As the desolate spring came to an end, summer was drawing near. The population growth rate of City of Neverwinter enjoyed its first explosive peak.

The mission of attracting refugees in the southern and eastern areas began to take effect. With the experience from the previous year, the working efficiency of the envoy teams greatly increased. Every day, hundreds of refugees gathered in Redwater City and Willow Town, waiting for the boats from the Western Region to transfer them to City of Neverwinter, which was said to be rich and stable.

In order to appropriately accommodate these people, the City Hall also commissioned businessmen to rent temporary barracks at the gathering place, and offered porridge and water, to prevent any accidents before the refugees arrived at the Western Region.

The pier of the Border Area had become the busiest location of the city. Ninety percent of the police were dispatched to maintain order and register the population. There was always a long line of people in front of the barrier for medical inspections. The officers who were responsible for residential control divided the swarmed-in refugees into several categories and moved them into riverbank boardrooms, west-city cave dwellings, and formal residences accordingly.

For this reason, City Hall turned into a bustling place every day.

“Three sailing ships from Redwater City just arrived at the pier, 126 people are on board, a blue flag is hanging on the mask, and Bob is in charge.”

“Again? How many batches have arrived today?”

“Four or five batches? Stop nagging. Go and receive them.”

“Well, who’ll take over Bob’s job and go to Redwater City?”

“I will. Hang on, I’ll be ready right away.”

“Take some soap with you. You can’t buy any there.”

Listening to the noisy chatters outside of his office, Barov felt distressed, not because he was too busy though. Usually, when he worked in the City Hall, more work brought him more pleasure.

But recently, the situation had become complicated.

The reason lay in Edith Kant.

“Director, the Ministry of Justice is urging us for more personnel again,” an assistant walked into his office and said. “His Excellency Carter asked us to recruit another 100 people as backup policemen. He said if he doesn’t get more hands, the city’s order will be out of control. If anything happens and His Majesty asks, we should take the blame as well.”

[Now that he’s the Chief Knight, he could put more words in front of His Majesty.] Barov thought to himself. But for minor stuff like this, he did not have time to attend. While drafting a document, Barov said without raising his head, “Put it on the desk. I’ll handle it later.”

“Yes, sir!”

As the assistant left the room, Edith’s voice sounded in his ears. “Is this the recruitment order? Since you’re too busy, let me help you with it.”

[Here she is!] Barov moaned in his heart. [Not even using honorifics.]

[Of course, Edith is the daughter of Duke of the Northern Region, a status much higher than mine. Before I became the real Hand of the King, she could address me by name without using any respectful form. But no matter what, I’m about half a mentor to her, because His Majesty arranged for her to be an assistant to learn the departmental framework and government process of the City Hall in my office. Yet it seems she doesn’t think so.]

“Um… okay, that’s fine,” he said involuntarily.