The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 334: Volume 6: Cautious Planning - 2: Crisis and Opportunity

Chapter 334: Volume 6: Cautious Planning Chapter 2: Crisis and Opportunity

Just as March began, the chill gradually subsided, and the warm sunshine quietly arrived after a few rains, bringing life to the green expanse of the earth. The crops that had been sown after the burning of fallow fields had already sprouted new shoots at the edge of the field, and Komer silently observed these changes that seemed somewhat abrupt with his arms folded.

Months of hustle and bustle passed in countless early mornings and late nights. From Komer to Ilot, to those around him tasked with various responsibilities, almost none longed for the quiet comfort of lying in bed for a whole day and night, having experienced intense hard work for a long time that made everyone feel that life had suddenly become immensely fulfilling, yet also fully understand what it meant to be overwhelmed with a myriad of tasks. Traveling between the vast Ugru from Mattdam to Bahomon and then to Darman, Komer didn’t know how many times he had traversed these two roads over three months, inspecting the progress of road construction, checking on mine preparations, attending the opening of new workshops and stores—in short, anything that wasn’t originally a lord’s duty but could bring even the slightest benefit to Caucasus’s future development, Puber made sure Komer was involved in. However, the diligent assistants also relieved Komer of much of the work.

Komer felt somewhat emotional, wondering why he, as a lord, had to toil so hard, while in his eyes, other lords did not seem to labor in such a way. Mellow wine, beautiful women, balls, banquets, gambling, and play—these were what a lord was naturally entitled to enjoy. Yet all of this was overturned upon arrival in Caucasus. Perhaps this was what set a Caucasus Lord apart from other lords, thought Komer to himself.

"Boss, Boss!" The listless shouting from behind was hoarse, like a male duck emerging from a duck pen. Excessive fatigue had turned Puber’s already malnourished body into a sack of bones and Komer even maliciously imagined that his good friend and comrade-in-arms would hardly look any different from a skeleton. Perhaps it was because of his own busyness that Puber never relaxed his demands on others, with almost every day’s schedule arranged by Puber so tightly packed that, if not for Komer needing time for magic cultivation, Puber would unabashedly seize even his nighttime hours for public affairs.

Seeing Komer’s indifferent reaction, Puber didn’t mind at all. Always dedicated to the revitalization of Caucasus, Puber had fully immersed himself in the role of a Caucasian official. From the living, working, and production conditions of the immigrants to the development of the mines and construction of roads by the indigenous people, Puber had to be briefed daily by the newly recruited clerks. He would personally inspect any work he was dissatisfied with, exemplifying the model of a dedicated official.

In Komer’s eyes, however, this was a typical manifestation of enjoying the feeling of wielding great power—meticulous to the extreme; if administrative officers behaved like that, wouldn’t they turn into mother hens? But Komer had to admit that at a time when grassroots officials were in dire shortage and public sentiment had not yet stabilized, it was absolutely necessary for both him and Puber to deeply engage with the local populace, which quickly won them some goodwill from the newcomers.

Puber, enduring a state of fatigue and excitement for a long time, was close to the brink of collapse. However, his thirst for power still kept him bustling with various affairs every day, which Komer found both amusing and admirable. After all, having such a loyal and diligent partner and assistant made his own responsibilities and stress much lighter.

One could say that after Puber, Hesse, Neptune, and others joined forces with Hozer, Reese, and representatives of the new immigrants, the entire Caucasus was in a state of high-speed operation. Despite some minor conflicts and episodes, nothing could stop Caucasus, ticking like a wound-up machine from the Coast of the Nether Sea to the Great Swamp at Catania River, from the southern edge of the barbarians’ control zone to the forests bordering Leon in the north. It seemed as if one could see the figures of immigrants everywhere.

The influx of a large number of immigrants impacted the number of fragmented migrants from all over the Continent as their numbers suddenly surged. When the migrants from three areas had not yet moved in, there were only a few scattered immigrants, but the relocation of more than a hundred thousand immigrants from three areas was like a live advertisement for Caucasus, immediately attracting more attention. Landless farmers, craftsmen dependent on income, bankrupt nobles living off mischief, curious adventurers, small merchants searching for wealth opportunities, vagrants living on odd jobs, brothel madams and prostitutes looking for new patrons, and even wandering bards came rushing towards Caucasus in disarray, headache for Reese, the Director of Internal Affairs and Judicial Affairs. Although Komer had agreed to recruit several assistants from both the immigrants and the indigenous to help Reese with the inevitable daily affairs, and even dispatched fifty soldiers from the Lord’s Guard every week to assist the Judicial Officer in patrolling Ugru for public safety, as the composition of migrants to Caucasus became increasingly complex, the security situation was worsening.

"Puber, there’s no need for such bashfulness; I know you thoroughly enjoy this life. But you don’t have to expose all your joy on your face. Look at those dark circles under your eyes; who knows with which woman you’ve spent the night on her belly? Succubus Queen?"