The Vastness of Magi Chapter 132 - 132 2 Crisis and Opportunity

??Chapter 132: Chapter 2: Crisis and Opportunity

Chapter 132: Chapter 2: Crisis and Opportunity

Just as March began, the chill gradually faded away, and warm sunshine arrived stealthily after several showers, enveloping the earth in verdancy. The crops that had been sown after the burning of fields were already sprouting at the edges of the farm. Kor silently observed these changes that seed to co sowhat abruptly with his arms crossed.

The role change from an aristocratic child to that of a lord, although it had gone on for a few months, Kor had never truly completed this transformation psychologically.

The busy months had passed in countless early mornings and late nights. From Kor to Ilot, and all the people around him tasked with various responsibilities, nearly everyone longed for a day and a night of peaceful sleep in bed. The long-term overexertion made life feel incredibly fulfilling, yet everyone fully experienced what it ant to have thousands of affairs to manage. From the vast Ugru of Mattdam, from Bahomon to Darman, Kor didn’t even know how many tis he had walked these two roads in the past three months, inspecting road construction progress, checking mine preparations, attending shop openings for new workshops—in short, anything that might benefit the developnt of the Caucasus, even if not typically within a lord’s purview, Puber urged Kor to be involved. However, dutiful assistants took much work off Kor’s shoulders.

Kor felt sowhat dismayed why he, as a lord, had to work so hard, while other lords he saw seed not to labor as much. Fine wine, beautiful won, dances, feasts, gambling, and frolicking—these were what a lord should naturally enjoy. Yet, in the Caucasus, everything was turned on its head. Kor thought this might just be the difference between a Caucasus Lord and other lords.

“Boss, Boss!” A weak and hoarse voice called from behind him, sounding like a male duck that had just squird out of a duck pen. Excessive toil had turned Puber, already looking sowhat undernourished, into nothing but skin and bones. Kor even maliciously imagined that his good friend and sworn brother would look much the sa as a skeleton. Perhaps because he was too busy, Puber never spared the rest of the team from work. He had scheduled nearly every day full to the brim, and if not for considering that Kor needed to “cultivate magic”, he would have unapologetically claid even the nightti for public use.

Seeing Kor’s indifferent response, Puber didn’t mind. Driven by a mission to revitalize the Caucasus, Puber had completely imrsed himself in the role of a Caucasian official. From the living, working, and production conditions of the immigrants to the developnt of native mines and the construction of roads, Puber listened to reports from newly recruited clerks daily, and he would personally inspect anything less than satisfactory, serving as a model official.

In Kor’s eyes, this was a typical symptom of enjoying the feeling of wielding great power, attending to every detail personally—had the Administrative Officer turned into a ddling housewife? However, Kor had to admit that, with a significant shortage of grassroots officials at the early stage and the public sentint not yet stable, it was absolutely necessary for both himself and Puber to thoroughly investigate and visit the grassroots populace as much as possible, quickly earning so goodwill from the newly arrived immigrants.

Worn down by constant fatigue and excitent, Puber was on the verge of collapse. Yet, his thirst for power kept him busy in various tasks daily. Kor found this both amusing and admirable, as having such a loyal and diligent partner and assistant relieved much of his responsibility and pressure.

It’s fair to say that with the convergence of Puber, Hesse, Neptune, and the representatives of the new immigrants like Hozer and Reese, the entire Caucasus was in a state of high-speed operation. Although there were still so minor conflicts and incidents, they couldn’t stop the Caucasus from functioning like a wound-up machine. From the Coast of the Nether Sea to the east, to the Great Swamp of the Catania River to the west, from the boundary of the Barbarians’ control area to the south, to the forests bordering Leon to the north, one could see immigrants everywhere.

As a result of the large influx of immigrants, the numbers of disparate immigrants from across the Continent also surged. Originally, when the three-land immigrants had not yet moved in, there were only a few scattered immigrants, but the arrival of over a hundred thousand from the three lands was like a live advertisent for the Caucasus, imdiately attracting more attention. Landless farrs, craftspeople living off earnings, bankrupt nobles living disreputably, curious adventurers, small rchants seeking fortunes, vagabonds working odd jobs, madams and prostitutes looking for new clients, and wandering bards—they ca in a disordered and noisy flood to the Caucasus, giving Reese, the Director of Internal Affairs and Judicial Affairs, a massive headache. Although Kor had already agreed to recruit several assistants from among the immigrants and natives to help Reese handle the inevitable daily duties, and even assigned fifty guard soldiers each week to assist the Judicial Officer in patrolling Ugru for public order, the increasingly complex composition of the immigrants moving to the Caucasus indicated a gradual deterioration of the security situation.

“Puber, don’t be so bashful. I know you love this life, but you don’t have to show all your joy on your face. Look at your dark circles—whose belly did you sleep on last night? The Succubus Queen?”