The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 305: Volume 5: Lord’s Path - 1: Immigrants_2

Chapter 305: Volume 5: Lord’s Path Chapter 1: Immigrants_2

"I wonder if it would be possible for you, Lord, to enlighten me on the matter?" The middle-aged gentleman hesitated for a moment 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 Homer region of the Kingdom of Nicosia, it didn’t mean that Komer’s performance in Cyprus went unnoticed. Instantly accepting one hundred and fifty thousand refugees, his name, paired with that of Caucasus, had suddenly become 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 Komer’s ridiculous behavior in Cyprus City did make Reese skeptical about this finance officer’s aristocratic family. Fortunately, after several encounters, Komer’s witty yet substantial, straightforward yet not rigid character convinced Reese to accept Fran’s opinion. Perhaps those were just youthful antics, and now Komer could act as a responsible lord and personally seek opportunities for his territory’s development in Versailles. Such diligent noble lords seemed rare nowadays. In Reese’s presence, Komer 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 Komer 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?" Komer raised his eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders as he asked.

This question seemed too broad, leaving Reese unsure of how to respond. After pondering for a moment, he slowly replied, "Sir, are you concerned that the arrival of these immigrants will add trouble and instability to your territory?"

The two men already showed different perspectives regarding the newcomers from afar—Komer 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." Komer’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 time. 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 somewhat 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 troublesome matter to chop down wood and build makeshift wooden houses after arriving. However, when that time comes, I hope Mr. Reese can assist me in explaining things to the Refugees to alleviate any discontent," Komer thought for a moment 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 some among the Meine City-State who are descendants of Half-Elves, and they have always had a poor relationship with Half-Beastmen. It would be wise for you to be more careful."

Nodding silently, Komer felt a headache coming on. He had originally been enticed by the refugees from the Meine City-State because of the natural talents of the Half-Elf Archers, not anticipating that the Indigenous Half-Beastmen would have a longstanding feud with the Half-Elves. He was uncertain when these grudges between Half-Elves and Half-Beastmen had begun.

"Mr. Reese, why are the Half-Elves and Half-Beastmen 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-Beastmen worship, have been adversaries since ancient times. I suppose that might be the root of the discord between the Half-Elves and Half-Beastmen," Reese wasn’t too familiar with the enmity between these different races, knowing only the gist of it.