"Listen to God's command and you can win the battle!"
--Dragon God's Words
……
In the dim candlelight, the tavern seemed a little quiet.
In the past, when Dragon City was still Central City, this tavern would always be filled with adventurers. They would drink low-quality wine, brag to each other, and exchange all their income for anything they could enjoy. They would live a life of bloodshed every day.
There were no stories about going to mysterious forests, entering legendary dragon caves, defeating monsters and dragons, and obtaining countless treasures. Those were only stories told by bards. Even if these stories really existed, they could only be completed by groups of powerful high-level adventurers.
For some low-level adventurers, it was enough for them to get the resources and money to survive in the adventure. As for things that were too extravagant, they never considered it.
Although Central City used to be the territory of the Church, the Adventurer's Guild also existed. However, when Louis attacked the city, the Adventurers in the city either ran or were killed. Even the Adventurer's Guild's members ran away.
If the attackers were from other human kingdoms or even orcs, the Adventurer's Guild would not have fled just like that. However, when the attackers were dragons that might not be able to communicate, no one was willing to stay in the city and wait for the dragons to burn them to ashes.
Now that Louis had become a lord, in the past two months, the other factions had also judged the situation and did not dare to communicate with him. This made Louis feel relaxed. Now that he did not have to interact with the outside world, it was most important for him to manage the internal affairs well.
However, Louis also knew that Dragon City was located in the center. It was not a lost city or a lost city. One day, it would have to communicate with the outside world, and that day was probably not far away.
Without the adventurers, the tavern seemed very quiet. It had a hint of a quiet bar. Although this tranquility made people feel at ease, it also lacked a lot of fun.
For this civilization that was similar to the Middle Ages, they had no entertainment activities to speak of. Every night, when there was still light, they would engage in some activities between men and women. This was probably all the entertainment for the commoners. As for the nobles, they might have more entertainment, but it was not too complicated.
Warter took a sip of the inferior wine. It tasted awful, but to many people, this was the greatest luxury they could enjoy.
Having such a sip of wine every day was enough to make many poor people envious. One had to know that the price of this glass could buy a loaf of black bread to support a family of four.
Putting down the cup, White looked at the two burning candles. The oil lamps were too expensive for ordinary people to use, and it was too extravagant for the tavern. It was already not easy to have some candles and light. After all, most people did not even have light at night.
"My lord is recruiting soldiers."
Warter whispered to the tavern owner.
"You're going to apply?"
The boss was also bored. He just wiped the cup back and forth and asked casually.
" Of course, I want to enlist... The treatment that the feudal lord gives us is very generous. Although there are fewer opportunities to return home after becoming a soldier, the food stamps and coins given are twice as much as those given by ordinary jobs. It's enough for my family to live a good life. If we sacrifice ourselves, the feudal lord even promises to give us a pension. I'm already very grateful that our lives are still valuable.”
Warter laughed at himself.
"…You know, my father passed away. My mother worked hard as a handyman to support me and my brother. She has already fallen ill. My brother is still young and can't work.”
"Actually, we don't care who the lord of the city is. As long as we can survive, we'll be satisfied…I can't believe that I actually ate those soft white bread two months ago. I even ate it for two months straight.”
Hearing White's sigh, the owner swallowed his saliva as if he missed the taste of the food. Although he was the owner of a small tavern and his life was better than ordinary civilians, the exorbitant taxes and the cost of the tavern made him not have much extra savings. White bread could only be enjoyed during festivals.
"Recently, everyone has started to look for new jobs. His Lordship no longer needs so many people to build houses. At that time, many people were panicking, thinking that they would return to the miserable lives of the past…Fortunately, His Lordship is merciful. He is still willing to give us his mercy. The price of the refined wheat is so low, it is simply unbelievable.”
"Although there are food stamps that limit the amount of food we can buy, we have to know how to be grateful. It's already good enough to eat such beautiful food bestowed by the gods. We can't be too greedy.”
Warter sounded a little excited. He lowered his head and closed his eyes, as if he was a devout believer." Praise the dragon!”
The boss also lowered his head and closed his eyes."…Praise the dragon!”
" Everyone cherishes this kind of life. Many young people want to sign up after hearing about the liege's conscription. We don't want to go back to those miserable days. We don't want to go back to the days where we don't know if we'll starve to death tomorrow after eating today's meal…What we have now must be protected by our own hands.”
After finishing the last mouthful of wine, Warter stood up and said,""…Alright, I'll go back first. I have to maintain my spirits for tomorrow's test. The Feudal Lord likes to be clean and tidy, so I have to go back and wash up.”
He pulled at his tattered clothes that had turned white from washing.
"Good luck, White."
The owner of the tavern encouraged.
"Of course, I'll work hard…If I really become a soldier of Dragon City, I probably won't have the chance to take care of your business in the future.”
The boss smiled and said,"Then I'd rather earn less money from you."”
The tavern was still quiet, but Warter had already pushed open the old wooden door and left.
The same thing happened in many corners of Dragon City.
Louis was very satisfied with the story. The joy of changing the fate of others made him extremely happy. Even the godhood that was so quiet that he didn't know how to use it seemed to tremble slightly.
……
On the second day, there was a large open space at the edge of Dragon City. This place had been designated as a military restricted area by the great lord. In the future, people would be strictly restricted from entering and leaving to train the city's army.
Thousands of people gathered here, ready to take the test.
On an empty field, there was a wall that was not high. On it, there were many words written in the common language of the continent. However, most of the civilians were illiterate. There were specialized personnel who were telling them the meaning of these words:
"You have to be loyal to the people of Dragon City, to Dragon City, and to the great lord!”
"His Lordship's leadership is our eternal soul!”
“……”
The crowd was a little confused when they saw these emotional slogans, but when they heard that it was the Lord who requested to engrave them, they felt an inexplicable excitement burning in their hearts.
He subconsciously straightened his back!
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