On the topic of settling the refugees into Kesek, the first matter at hand should be to find work for them. In other words, finding a job for them.
Being without a ans of livelihood for long would leave the refugees feeling alienated and long for ho.
In light of that, my constant handouts to the refugees at the expense of the rchant class was basically just a stupid bleeding heart at work. Other than farming so goodwill for myself, the refugees did not gain any sustainable benefit, and might have even made things worse in the long term.
As a redy of sorts, I decided to hold an employnt drive amongst the refugees. Those who were suitable would beco conscripts, and even if they werent, the rest of them could still work in the province.
But that last point was inseparable from the rchants
My young adjutant, the ever-helpful Ansom Krayt, might have just been of a high schoolers age, but due to his noble upbringing, he was a capable kid. Thus I sent him off to negotiate with the rchants.
Actually, this whole negotiation affair was brought up by the rchants first, not . Had it not been for the mountain of docunts darkening my skies of late, plus so unimportant matters, I would have marched right in and taught them a lesson myself. I had already prepared a list of rchants I was planning to target. In fact, I was counting the days to the new year when I would finally act.
Their offer for a negotiation gave a different path to take, however. For one, it made realize that they werent even a single entity, and so had different ideas on how to proceed.
Else why would they even approach ?
A rchant sought ever-increasing profits. If they were seeking out, it ant they had sothing to gain in this.
Regardless, there was no need for to appear in person. After all, if so rchants wanted to et the lord of the land, and I had to just et them, what kind of a lord would I be?
Anyway, Ansom should be back with news soon.
With that in mind, I dug into the pile of docunts, hoping to finish off as much as possible before his return.
However, I barely got to pick up a docunt before I heard a flurry of footsteps outside my door, followed by so light arguing.
Belud, dont you think we are being too presumptuous here?
Thats the problem with you, Amori, youre such a stick in the mud. Look how close we are with Nana, we act more relaxed instead.
Excuse , ister Stonehamr, but I suggest you be more respectful in front of the lord of this land.
Fine, fine. Lets go in, Lady Mo Na wont mind anyway.
Its not about whether or not she minds. As guests, we should
The ister never got to finish his words as his counterpart had already pushed open the door to my office. Then under the humans shocked gaze, he smirked and puffed out his chest while smoothing out his beard. Greetings, my lovely Mo Na, were here to see you
As always, his words betrayed his true intentions easily. He was an interesting fellow, for sure, but only if you were a spectator in this whole ordeal.
You can cut out the lovely part, I rolled my eyes at the short dwarf. So youre here about that matter, but didnt I say tomorrow?
Were terribly sorry about this, Lord Mo Na, we were too presumptuous
What do you an presumptuous? Our casualness is proof of how close we are. If it was soone else, this old beard over here wouldnt have budged an inch. He winked at then.
I swear this old shortie
Its fine, ister Amori, since ister Belud feels that way, we neednt be so formal either. I chose not to reply to that open book of a dwarf, instead smiling at the ruffled Amori.
Have a seat, weve been working together for so ti now, so Im sure youre aware of how I work. Lets not waste ti and begin.
Exactly, thats what I like about you little Mo Na. Having said that, the dwarven ister pulled up a chair for himself. However, the chair was made for a human, so his feet couldnt even reach the ground
Looking at him, I was suddenly reminded of an elentary school kid sitting at the adults table. Assuming that kid could grow a beard and age prematurely, of course.
The reason why these two isters were so eager to find was about that ssage I had Old Adam send out. Honestly, it wasnt so grand conspiracy, but rather a technical subject. The psychic resistance of the magitek knight armors.
Thus far, the armors had been undefeated, but that was rely because their enemies werent strong enough.
Right now, the bulk of the armies were made up of one-stars who had just learnt to sense Fighters Aura. Two-stars were squad captains in the army. This first generation of armors was the equivalent of foot soldiers in a magitek armor army. Their well-built nature ant that any decent enough pilot could output the firepower of a five-star. However, the magitek armors were particularly weak to psychic attacks. Though that was only because the pilots were humans, and all humans were weak to psychic attacks.
Even so, what was the point of these armors if they couldnt protect their pilots from every sort of attack? The goal was to have a machine that would allow the weak to triumph over the strong!
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