Chapter 120 - Foreign… (2/2)

It was fortunate that the old ancestor had foresight and had the idea to give these people serial numbers. Even if they had a set of names that appeared in high frequency, there was no worry of a repeat if they were given serial numbers. Furthermore, they only had to remember their own serial number right now, and they wouldn’t possibly forget about the number, right?

Heidi lowered her head and was sorting out some newly filled-up particulars. At this moment, a particularly tall figure stood in front of her and blocked out the sun.

She lifted her head and saw that it was Gawain.

She panicked and wanted to stand up. “Ancestor, you’re here!”

“You can just remain seated.” Gawain shook his hand and looked at the dock. He noticed there were much fewer people, and it seemed like today’s registration work was nearing the end. “How do you feel?”

“To be honest, I feel that the ‘organization management’ that you mentioned to me previously is getting increasingly necessary.” Heidi nearly wanted to cry as she said, “I never imagined that writing down particulars would actually exhaust me to this extent… How good would it be if such work could be handed to someone else?”

“General education and night classes have already started. There are more literate people on the territory now. Furthermore, I have already sent Sir Byron a letter to seek out secretaries and teachers. We will need to hire a few even if we need to pay them higher salaries. The situation will improve.”

“I hope so.” Heidi massaged her waist by beating on it and said, “You have asked me to plan a large management organization, but around eighty percent of the positions are empty. Who knows how long I will need before the members are filled up?”

Gawain laughed before changing the topic. “Are there only serfs and slave workers today?”

“That’s right, only serfs and slave workers.” Heidi took a glance at the paper in her hand and said, “Ah no, there were refugees too… a family of three. They probably had no other way to survive. They had the mentality that they would either die in the Dark Range or die of hunger outside the town and had boarded the ship that Sir Byron arranged. I have already arranged a dwelling for them according to free-citizen standards.”

Gawain frowned and said, “Only three, huh…?”

“There is nothing that can be done.” Heidi let out a light sigh and said, “Even those homeless refugees wouldn’t willingly come to the Dark Range. They don’t know the actual situation here and don’t dare to come.”

“I have already asked Sir Byron to use his ‘channels’ to disseminate the information.” Gawain’s brows quickly smoothed out, and he said, “To many of the residents at the lowest rung of society, information disseminated from taverns and wanderers are much more reliable than information posted by the nobles. I believe once information is spread through those lesser channels, more refugees would be willing to try their luck in this place.”

Heidi blinked her eyes before her expression turned strange. “Back when you headed to the royal capital, did you use the same kind of dissemination… method?”

She actually wanted to say ‘trick’, but when she considered that she was already of a certain age and if the old ancestor had to correct her words, it would be rather embarrassing. Therefore, she used a neutral way of speaking.

“Please call this ‘influencing public opinion’.” Gawain gave a serious rejoinder.

Right at this moment, a lazy voice suddenly drifted through the air from his side. “Your mouth is truly able to come up with all these strange and bizarre words, huh~~”

Gawain didn’t even need to turn his head around to know who was talking. “Amber, can you use a normal method to travel? Do you always have to travel using Shadow Walk?”

As soon as he spoke, Amber indeed appeared out of midair. The half-elf hopped out from the shadow state and didn’t pay any attention to Gawain’s lecture. “Let me tell you, the camp is about to start the meal soon. I am here out of goodwill to ask you over to eat…”

This fellow would only appear according to the meal time.

Gawain didn’t know whether to laugh or cry as he looked at Amber, and just as he was about to say something, a clamor echoed from a nearby distance.

Gawain looked over while following the voice and saw the last slave at the registration who stood near another registration point. The clamor came from the person responsible for recording the details. That recorder spoke loudly, “Name. I am asking for your name… Don’t keep swaying around!”

The slave in front of the recorder just stood there blankly as though he had some illness to maintain balance as he constantly swayed his body and couldn’t hear a single thing.

The recorder’s voice got louder, “Hey, is there something wrong with your ears?! I am asking for your name! Or are you unable to understand the common language?!”

The slave finally reacted. However, he looked at the recorder with turbid eyes. His swaying was getting more intense, and he seemingly started to tremble.

When the recorder was getting stared at by the turbid and lifeless eyes, he couldn’t help but get scared, “What—what is the meaning of this?! Soldiers, soldiers!”

Right at this moment, Gawain suddenly sensed extremely unstable magic rapidly increasing in the slave’s body!