??Chapter 305: Volu 5: Lord’s Path Chapter 1: Immigrants_2
Chapter 305: Volu 5: Lord’s Path Chapter 1: Immigrants_2
“I wonder if it would be possible for you, Lord, to enlighten
on the matter?” The middle-aged gentleman hesitated for a mont before speaking up.
Reese was filled with curiosity about the young lord before him. Although the Myron Duchy was thousands of miles away from the Hor region of the Kingdom of Nicosia, it didn’t an that Kor’s performance in Cyprus went unnoticed. Instantly accepting one hundred and fifty thousand refugees, his na, paired with that of Caucasus, had suddenly beco hot topics among Versailles and the refugees. Stories of his past deeds were also spread, both intentionally and unintentionally.
Even with Fran’s steadfast guarantee, the initial rumors of Kor’s ridiculous behavior in Cyprus City did make Reese skeptical about this finance officer’s aristocratic family. Fortunately, after several encounters, Kor’s witty yet substantial, straightforward yet not rigid character convinced Reese to accept Fran’s opinion. Perhaps those were just youthful antics, and now Kor could act as a responsible lord and personally seek opportunities for his territory’s developnt in Versailles. Such diligent noble lords seed rare nowadays. In Reese’s presence, Kor didn’t hide his true intentions for coming to Versailles or his reason for taking in refugees, which made Reese see him as one of the few nobles who possessed the rare virtue of honesty. Naturally, this also earned Kor Reese’s respect.
“Mr. Reese, there’s nothing inconvenient about it. What do you think the sudden influx of over a hundred thousand refugees will bring to Caucasus?” Kor raised his eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders as he asked.
This question seed too broad, leaving Reese unsure of how to respond. After pondering for a mont, he slowly replied, “Sir, are you concerned that the arrival of these immigrants will add trouble and instability to your territory?”
The two n already showed different perspectives regarding the newcors from afar—Kor viewed them as refugees, whereas Reese insisted on identifying as an immigrant, having entered legally with the approval of the Kingdom of Nicosia.
“Trouble is inevitable. First of all, including myself, none of us were prepared to take on such a large population. The difference between thirty thousand and one hundred and fifty thousand is too great. Although I have sent news back to my territory, I doubt the officers left there can prepare the various living supplies needed for one hundred and fifty thousand people.” Kor’s words were not alarmist; he considered providing for thirty thousand people a limit and could hardly imagine how Puber could handle such a vast workload in so little ti. He even feared that when the first group of refugees arrived, nothing would be prepared, and he didn’t know how to cope with that situation.
Reese could understand the lord’s candor. After all, relocating such a massive number of people without a detailed and careful plan, and tossing the fate of over a hundred thousand people into a distant and desolate Edge Territory within days, was sowhat rash. Yet they faced the harsh reality that if they didn’t hasten their journey, they would remain in the wilderness of the North, waiting for the winter’s freezing winds. At least the winters in the South were not so cold, and perhaps this very fact compelled the refugees to grit their teeth and embark on their journey southward.
With these thoughts, Reese grew concerned: “Then, Lord, what are your plans?”
“Plans? What plans can there be? With one hundred and fifty thousand people, it’s not possible to satisfy everyone. Luckily, the winters in Caucasus aren’t too cold. The tents you had in the North should help you get through this winter in Caucasus. And as there’s no shortage of Forest Trees, if everyone’s willing to make do, it shouldn’t be a troubleso matter to chop down wood and build makeshift wooden houses after arriving. However, when that ti cos, I hope Mr. Reese can assist
in explaining things to the Refugees to alleviate any discontent,” Kor thought for a mont before sharing his real concern, “And I’d like to remind Mr. Reese—because Caucasus is a frontier, many of the Indigenous People have strong wild natures, especially as a good number belong to the Half-beastman Race. They are straightforward but have volatile tempers and are not too friendly towards Mortals. I do not wish to see conflicts arise between the Immigrants and the local inhabitants. I hope Mr. Reese can help remind the Immigrants to avoid exacerbating any tensions with the locals.”
Nodding gravely, Reese’s expression was serious: “Please be assured, Lord, the people from the Myron region are quite naive and kind. I believe they won’t get into conflicts with others. However, I’d like to remind you, Sir, that there are so among the ine City-State who are descendants of Half-Elves, and they have always had a poor relationship with Half-Beastn. It would be wise for you to be more careful.”
Nodding silently, Kor felt a headache coming on. He had originally been enticed by the refugees from the ine City-State because of the natural talents of the Half-Elf Archers, not anticipating that the Indigenous Half-Beastn would have a longstanding feud with the Half-Elves. He was uncertain when these grudges between Half-Elves and Half-Beastn had begun.
“Mr. Reese, why are the Half-Elves and Half-Beastn on bad terms? Is there a reason for this?”
“I’m not too clear on the details, but the Goddess of Nature, Minto, whom the Half-Elves worship, and the Huntress Goddess Artemis, whom the Half-Beastn worship, have been adversaries since ancient tis. I suppose that might be the root of the discord between the Half-Elves and Half-Beastn,” Reese wasn’t too familiar with the enmity between these different races, knowing only the gist of it.
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