Altolia's plan to recruit vagrants was going well.
In less than three days, she found a group of refugees in ragged clothes in a valley at the edge of the forest.
This was obviously a group of refugees who had been forced to flee here after experiencing the war.
There were almost no young men in their team, and even women were rare.
Among these refugees, the most numerous were a dozen children who were not even as tall as a wheel.
They were very young, but they were surprisingly sensible. They were gathering stones and branches that could be used everywhere to build a simple fence in the col.
These fences could not stop the wild beasts in the forest, nor could they stop the barbarians who were looting everywhere.
However, for these underage children, these fences that could be knocked down with a single touch were the only defensive force they could build.
At the same time, in a clearing that had obviously been cleared, four to five elderly women were starting a fire and cooking today's food.
"That should be boiled tree bark."
"Yes, it should be the bark of a birch tree."
Artolia, who was very knowledgeable about food, recognized the " real appearance " of the dishes at a glance.
Looking at Artolia's slightly furrowed brows, Shaya was sure that she must have tasted the bark secretly when she had nothing to do.
At the same time, he could tell that Altoria, who advocated justice, must have taken pity on these refugees.
However, to be honest.
From the perspective of a ruler, Shaya did not recommend that Altoria come into contact with these refugees who were obviously old, weak, and sick.
In the early stages of the kingdom's construction, these old, weak, sick, and disabled people could not provide necessary help to Artolia. Instead, they would become a burden to her.
It was foreseeable that these refugees would not be able to form combat strength in a short period of time. A large amount of resources would be needed to nurture them.
It would take at least two to three years for those children to truly grow up.
And by that time…the grass on Voltigeng's grave would probably be three feet tall.
However, it was regrettable.
Even though Artolia knew that Shire's suggestion might be right from the point of view of maximized benefits.
However, she, who believed in the spirit of chivalry, would never do such a thing that looked down on the weak and left them in the lurch.
"Isn't the so-called king supposed to protect the weak? To let them escape from suffering and live a life of smiles?”
She pointed at the children who were building the fence and said very seriously,
"If I leave these people in the lurch and only lend a helping hand to those who are of use to me…then what's the difference between my actions and that tyrant's?”
A firm voice came out of Altoria's mouth.
It was obvious.
She was serious about becoming a Saint King!
……
Having made up her mind, Altoria walked toward the group of refugees.
Then, as expected.
This knight who appeared out of nowhere and held a dangerous weapon in his hand caused a huge commotion among the refugees.
Accompanied by hurried greetings, the originally scattered children gathered together as quickly as possible.
The granny who was cooking also put down the firewood in her hand and turned around to pick up some longer wooden sticks. He stood in front of the children and showed an aggressive look to Artolia who was approaching.
It could be seen that these fierce-looking old ladies should have been good workers when they were young.
Now, even though they were old, they were still young.
Even if they were facing those ferocious wild beasts, as long as they were not in packs of wolves, they would probably have the strength to fight.
Unfortunately, these inexperienced humans did not know.
At this moment, the person standing in front of them was not a real human at all.
It was a real dragon.
"As expected, communication is the most difficult thing?”
Looking at the refugees who were wary of her, Artolia knew that she had to show them a powerful force that could make them lose their ability to think.
Only in this way could she break through these people's psychological defenses in the shortest time possible.
As for what method she should use to display this power?
"Sir Shaya, can you help me?”
……
In fact, Altolia had many ways to show off her despairingly powerful strength.
The simplest method was to use the Sword in the Stone and release a powerful light cannon in front of these refugees.
Shaya had reason to believe that the devastating scene would leave a deep impression on the refugees who had not seen much of the world.
However, Altolia did not plan to do so.
"If that's the case, I'm afraid it will leave an indelible shadow on them.”
Altolia's idea was very thoughtful.
She did want to intimidate these refugees, but that didn't mean that she wanted to scare them to death.
She needed to grasp a " degree " that would allow these refugees to acknowledge her without making them fear her.
Therefore, after thinking about it for a while, she chose a more complicated method to display her power.
"Can you help me create a snowstorm?”
"But the storm has to go around their heads-it'd be best if it could form a circular wall of snow around them.”
This was a tricky request.
This dreamy Altolia always had all kinds of strange ideas.
Then, he had to force these naive and almost impossible ideas on others.
Only Shaya could keep up with Artolia's wild imagination.
Otherwise, he would probably be like the Knights of the Round Table who were tormented to the point of exhaustion, saying," King Arthur doesn't understand people's hearts."
However, even so…
Shaya, who was suddenly entrusted with such a complicated mission, was a little reluctant."
"Seeing that this is your first time recruiting subjects.”
"Just this once!"
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