The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 558: Volume 14: Accumulate Thinly and Erupt Powerfully, - 3: Empathy for Each Other

Chapter 558: Volume 14: Accumulate Thinly and Erupt Powerfully, Chapter 3: Empathy for Each Other

"Maha Gummi, how much surplus food is left in Murray? How long can it be sustained?" After a long while, Komer finally spoke.

"It’s almost depleted. The merchants from Muscat provided them with food two weeks ago. At that time, they sent over the collected ore and coal as well as anything they could pawn, but two weeks is pretty much their limit. Their production is slightly better than Banassia and Izmir, so the Carreila Knight is a bit more confident than Woodhardt and Mizar. However, under the deliberate oppression of the Muscat traders, he too is on the brink of desperation. I believe they will have no choice but to turn to us within three days." Maha Gummi was more confident. With the deliberate cooperation of the Muscat traders, Murray could have lasted a bit longer, but Maha Gummi wouldn’t allow that to happen, leaving the Carreila Knight with no way out.

"Very well, since Woodhardt and Mizar have already indicated their willingness to pledge allegiance, there’s no need for us to be overly fastidious. As long as Banassia and Izmir submit, Murray alone will not pose a threat. We didn’t meet the Carreila Knight last time, but this time I’m quite keen to see just how much benevolence lies in the heart of this knight from the Salvation Society," Komer said with a faint smile.

Carreila came to Ugru with complex feelings, having seen the orderliness of Mandu and the prosperity of Muscat, and upon arriving at the center of the Caucasus—Ugru, he couldn’t help but grimly admit that what he had done in Murray paled in comparison to this enigmatic Lord. Although he had tried his best, the inevitable collapse of Murray, with no food supply, was not his fault, but rather a result of his own incompetence.

Seeing how Mandu quickly became orderly and how the coal and iron mines resumed full production, flourishing even more than before and attracting people from Murray and other areas of Leon like a magnet, it was clear that, although food and other living supplies were still somewhat scarce, the situation was vastly different than in Murray.

Coming to Ugru this time, Carreila was also driven by urgency. When there was food available, his influence was fairly good, but now that the food aid couldn’t keep up, the mood of the people began to destabilize. The number of fleeing citizens was on the rise, spreading even to the army. Although he tried to restore some mine production, the efficiency was terribly low, and the miners were greatly dissatisfied, wondering why some people could eat without working, while they had to toil.

The discontent among the populace began to reflect on the security order of the Murray region; many couldn’t see the hard work of the Mandu miners but only saw the improvement of the miners’ lives. Volatile as people are, the way they looked at him grew increasingly strange. If not for Sora’s prestige among the Half-beastmen, it would have been difficult for him alone to suppress the hungry Half-beast soldiers.

Carreila knew that this visit might negate all his prior efforts, and he felt helpless to the whims of fate. The Salvation Society had always lived in hidden struggles, never able to publicly promote their ideas, even less so than the Dark Sect, which at least could spread its doctrine semi-publicly in a few countries in the South. Unrecognized by secular society and fully suppressed by the Church of Light, the Salvation Society’s mission was doomed to disappear into oblivion.

In such circumstances, he took a risk going to Leon, where security was at its worst, to anonymously spread the doctrine of the Salvation Society among the Half-beastmen, who weren’t considered the same kind by Mortals, to introduce the ideals of the Salvation Society. To emerge from the shadow of the Church of Light, the Salvation Society had to blaze such a trail. But the path proved unexpectedly difficult, winning the support of the simple-minded Half-beastmen was fraught with obstacles, and merely solving their living problems was a significant challenge—he realized he wasn’t a successful preacher, or else he wouldn’t be unable to overcome even these challenges.

Thinking this, Carreila couldn’t help but feel curious about the upcoming encounter with the Lord of the Caucasus; from what he knew, this Baron came to the Caucasus, which was even in a worse state than Leon, empty-handed, but managed to bring about an earth-shaking transformation in less than a year. Seeing the bustling and prosperous scene before him, could you imagine that this place was once a small village with just a few thousand people?

This Baron, reportedly, was also on bad terms with his immediate Lord and rather indifferent to the Church of Light, suggesting he might also possess a rebellious character. What a pleasant thing it would be if such a man could embrace the mission of the Salvation Society, Carreila mused, speculating about the ruler of the Caucasus he was about to meet.

Carreila had never met anyone with such a quick mind. The other party had given him many surprises, from his own identity to Murray’s current difficulties, from the psychology of the beastmen to Leon’s prospects, from the potential countermeasures the Homer region might adopt to the feasibility of the "Utrecht Decree" of the Kingdom of Nicosia. The Baron treated him as if he were a close friend, which almost made Carreila believe he might be a member or supporter of the Salvation Society. Yet, reason told him he shouldn’t trust anyone so easily, no matter how eloquent they might be.

Komer, too, had great respect for this magnanimous knight. In his eyes, this Mr. Carreila was the epitome of a knight, embodying the knight’s creed; the fact that he had ventured thousands of miles into a wilderness to fight for his Faith was proof enough of his unimpeachable character. Of course, he could also sense that since the Salvation Society could entrust such a knight to act alone in Leon, he wasn’t the sort to be stubbornly inflexible, enhancing Komer’s warm regard for him even more.

The coffee on the table, a specialty imported from the South, wafted a faint aroma that lingered between them, symbolizing their current mood of peaceful refinement, a feeling Carreila hadn’t experienced in a long time. The Baron, with his refined appearance, seemed to be waiting for Carreila to speak.

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