Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

[Within three months, you will meet a sixteen-year-old girl named Zephrin. This witch with a strong magical talent will become your capable subordinate. ]

"Zephrin, a sixteen-year-old girl, the next capable assistant, is really exciting." Weilin took a sip of the glowing wine, and began to look forward to what kind of talent the girl who was guided and affirmed by fate would have.

In the next month, eight thousand civilians were teleported from Saint Lun Province every day and temporarily placed by Governor Audrey in the open area outside the provincial capital of Cardero Province.

Nearly 250,000 civilians aggravated the security crisis in the provincial capital of Cardero Province and tied down two-thirds of the city defense forces in Cardero Province.

"Master, the second batch of people comes from Kalid Province and will start to be transported in a month. We need to deal with this batch of people as soon as possible. By then, the provincial capital and the surrounding direct territories will be overwhelmed." The head maid reminded.

Governor Audrey rubbed his swollen head and was very irritable.

It was clearly stipulated that the first population was 250,000 civilians, but Audrey preferred to call these people poor people.

When they were driven away from their hometown, their property was plundered by the greedy nobles, leaving only a few days of food.

After being sent to the province of Cardero, they were penniless, unkempt, and their mental outlook was not even as good as that of the slaves in the slave market.

In addition, among the more than 200,000 people, 130,000 were under 16 years old, 80,000 were over 40 years old, and there were only 30,000 young and middle-aged people in this age range.

"How long can the food last."

"About 15 days."

According to half a pound of food per person per day, the head maid gave an accurate number.

"You notify Viscount Qixing first and let him choose his own people. As for other nobles, the notification will be delayed for three days."

"In addition, report to the capital in my name and request the allocation of 100,000 tons of food."

"Yes, master."

...

Qixingling, Weilin rushed to the provincial capital without stopping after receiving the news from Governor Audrey.

"Sir, this is the roster you requested." An official and two soldiers brought three boxes of books to Weilin, saluted respectfully, and left the room.

Weilin picked up a roster and flipped through a few pages at random. The situation was beyond imagination. This group of people almost only knew how to farm. Apart from that, they had no other special skills.

Then he flipped through more than ten books, and the situation was similar to that recorded in the first roster.

"The situation is worse than I thought." Weilin put down the roster in his hand and said with some disappointment.

Hearing this, Kyle said, "My Lord, the eastern region is basically full of old nobles. Unlike the open-minded western region, the eastern region is famous for its class solidification. Except for the provinces directly under the royal family and the territories of the Grand Duke, other noble territories basically implement a policy of keeping the people ignorant."

"That's right. After thousands of years of reproduction, they have countless blood relatives, but limited resources. How can they pay attention to these civilians and serfs?"

"Give priority to those under 20 years old. As for those over 20 years old, those with families will be given priority. Those with multiple skills will also be included in the selection range. Choose according to the number of 100,000."

After saying this, Weilin left the room.

Kyle looked at the three boxes of rosters, which recorded the basic information of 240,000 people. He roughly estimated in his mind that it would take about three hours to complete this task.

"Master, do you need my help?" Lan entered the room, his eyes full of admiration, and said softly.

"Go and get me a hundred pens." Kyle responded with a smile.

"Yes, Master." Lan said contentedly, and left the room with a brisk pace.

Ten minutes later, Lan returned to the room with a hundred quills and ten bottles of ink, put the things on the floor, and then stood not far behind Kyle, watching his master quietly.

The next moment, hundreds of rosters were arranged in order on the left, and the same number of white papers rose out of thin air and were arranged in order on the right. One hundred quills absorbed enough ink in turn and floated to the left side of the white paper, waiting quietly.

After the preparations were completed, Kyle began to work.

The roster was quickly flipped through, and the quills left footprints on the white paper. One by one, the papers filled with basic information merged together and automatically merged into a book, falling on the table on the right.

Lan stood behind and witnessed this scene with his eyes full of admiration and yearning.

When he came to the outside of the room, Weilin walked around the edge of the camp, as if he had come to a refugee camp. There was a foul smell all around, and wherever he looked, there were poor people with empty eyes, waiting for the arrangement of fate.

"Are there enough water sources around?"

Faced with the question of the great man in front of him, the official leading the way was somewhat clueless. How could he know such a thing?

"Sir, the surrounding water sources can basically only sustain the daily drinking water of these civilians." A sheriff stepped forward and answered to save his boss.

The accompanying officials looked at the sheriff and wondered why they didn't know that this kid had such a promising future.

"Pay attention to the hygiene of the camp to prevent the outbreak of plague."

"Your reminder will be remembered in my heart." The official bowed his head and answered, keeping this in mind.

Now there are two people who cannot be offended in the Cardero Province. The first is the governor, and the second is the Viscount Qixing in front of him.

The civilians around looked at Weilin and his group, especially the official, two sheriffs and thirty city defense guards following behind him, and lowered their heads, not daring to pay too much attention, for fear of causing these people's unhappiness and being taught a lesson in vain.

After visiting the five camps, the environment was as bad as ever, and some of the stronger ones even began to form gangs to bully those who were weaker than them.

"My lord."

Just as Weilin was about to leave, a civilian who was unknown whether he was a man or a woman ran to the middle of the road and knelt on the ground.

There was a commotion in the crowd, and the civilians who didn't want to be affected retreated.

At the signal of the official's eyes, two guards stepped forward and prepared to drag out the refugees who suddenly broke out.

"Wait a minute."

Hearing Weilin's order, the two guards stopped and retreated to the queue.

Weilin drew out his knight's sword, lifted the hair covering his face, revealing his skinny face hidden underneath, and his eyes revealed a resolute look.

From her neck, it can be seen that she is a woman, but it is still unknown whether she is the person he is looking for.

"Tell me, why are you blocking the road."

"My lord, I hope you can take me away, and I am willing to pay any price for this."

"Oh, what do you think you can bring to me?" Weilin asked with interest.

Hearing this, the civilian struggled for a while, and after a decision in his heart, he finally chose to raise his right hand and touch the tip of the knight's sword with his middle finger.

A layer of ice appeared on the tip of the knight's sword, but under the sunlight, it dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.