The Record of Unusua Chapter 263: Let’s Go

Chapter 263: Let’s Go

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Vimm ran in hurriedly, bringing bad news. Hilda furrowed her eyebrows, but she was not surprised. "Is that so? As expected, they have finally made their move."

"You expected it?" Hao Ren glanced at her, perplexed.

"There is bound to be differences in opinion." Hilda shrugged. "I have the majority support from the Assembly of Elders. That is the will of the people. Some may have a different opinion and I knew that they would be opposed to this. It was just a matter of how many. What did they say, Vimm?"

"Looks like members of the Lotto Group are spreading rumours that the migration is a scam. Other dissident groups are also actively inciting the people through various channels to question the truth of the migration," said Vimm as he glanced at Hao Ren in embarrassment. "Simply put, they do not trust the strangers, especially when things appear too good to be true—nobody is going to believe someone could be so generous that they would give out an entire planet to help a bunch of strangers."

Hao Ren thought things would be straightforward after a decision on the migration was reached. Lotto and other dissident groups would lose influence and dissipate as the source of their crisis was solved. There would be no reason for them to linger on. However, he now realised that he was too young and too naive. Just like humans, elves were plicated, intelligent beings—they would overthink things most of the time too. The conspiracy theory spread right after the queen made her announcement. It showed how a religion could set something back. It was a silent cult among the people; even if the world fell apart, they would still be able to stir the pot some more.

But, it was not hard to understand the mind of these dissidents. Who would not question something that was too good to be true, especially if it came from a bunch of unknown alien species. While the struggling, ordinary elves were used to following the queen's orders without question, the same could not be said of the conspiracy theorist groups—it was as though it went against their code of conduct to not bark.

Apparently, Hilda was prepared. "How much intel have you obtained on these groups?"

"Seventy percent." Vimm nodded and said, "They have been maintaining a high-profile for the past month, so we have collected a sizeable intel. Mother, shall we issue an order of arrest?"

"No, a drastic measure will only cause more choas. They may even cook up an absurd story like 'the queen is being mentally controlled'." Hilda shook her head. "Leave it to Felton, it is his job to deal with such situations."

After Vimm left, Hao Ren could not help but look at Hilda. "Need help? Looks like things have turned nasty."

"Thank you, but it is alright. This is an internal affair, I will handle it. If my political consulting team cannot even handle a problem like this, the kingdom would be doomed." Hilda politely declined his gesture of good will.

Vivian walked towards the window and looked down at the crowd in the square. "The impact on these people will be unspeakable. But, only three days, can you make it? For a migration of one billion people, I think more time is needed."

Nonetheless. Hilda was confident as she said, "The Kingdom of Aerym is used to such large scale mobilisation. Three days is more than enough. Many emergency measures and departments have long been in place. As you can see, there is already instability in the society—the longer we wait, the more serious the situation will bee. Hence, I need to make sure that the first batch of people arrive in the new home before more dissidents incite more people. If the first batch of migrants arrive safely, things will be easier to handle."

Hao Ren listened and nodded inadvertently, amazed at Hilda's resolution as well as far sight, not to mention her governing body. And honestly, what other preparations did the elves need more of? They were practically as poor as a church mouse, the amounts material and equipment they could keep were limited. They had been living on the breadline all this time. Wherever they went, they went with nothing but a carry-on-bag.

Hilda did not stay in the Royal Steeple for long. She was called to the council and went from meeting to meeting. Hilda and her council would be working the longest overtime in Aerym's history. The entire government shifted into overdrive—there was to be no rest for the next three days, not even a minute.

In the following three days, Hao Ren witnessed the mind-blowing efficiency of the elves.

It was a unique civilisation where even three-year-olds were required to join the constant disaster drill. The word "emergency" was hard-coded into their minds. Just as Hilda said, they kept stock of their materials down to the last three decimals; they managed their equipment by dividing them into different priorities and categories without needing to take stock. Their warehouses were divided into different levels of importance, and their citizens were accustomed to keeping their stuff according to categories of "living necessity