In the city of Nita, an old man dressed in coarse cloth strolled through the town, pausing from time to time to observe with great interest the town being rebuilt, and the busy inhabitants, who were working on repairing the ruined houses, workshops, and walls, and the old man wandered around the city for a while, and then staggered out of the city.

Outside the city, rammed earth mounds and brick-burning stoves had been built, and a large number of prisoners, hooligans, ruffians, and speculators who had been entrapped in the orc army had become slaves and began to work under the supervision of orc mercenaries and mountain infantry.

The slaves piled up the collected timber by the stove, a few slaves on the top of the winter squatted on the edge of the charcoal trench, closely watching the fire, ready to collect charcoal, some Cormier craftsmen who joined the commune were handling the bricks and carefully firing the bricks, and several ditches were being built outside the city, ready to divert the water of the nearby river into the ownerless fields.

Wooden shelves had been erected on the city walls to be repaired, and the old man watched all this thoughtfully, and a small reception office was erected at the gate outside the city, where from time to time Cormiers from all walks of life would come and stay for a while before being sent to a resettlement camp outside the city.

Although there are foreign Cormiers from time to time, the security here is actually quite tight, from time to time there are heavily armed mountain infantry patrols, and when encountering scattered craftsmen, they will stop to check their identities, and there are construction sites outside the city and the streets of the city, and from time to time there are militiamen wearing red armbands passing by, but the strange thing is that everyone ignores him as if they can't see this old man.

After probing again, the old man returned to the city satisfied, lined up in the square in the city, and happily received a wheat porridge and roasted potatoes.

The old man took the food in his hand, and found an ownerless house, and after entering, he closed the door at will, and the original belongings and materials in the house were either in the breach of the city, or were looted when Link led the team back to Nita City, so there was only extremely rudimentary furniture.

The old man did not care, put the wheat porridge and two roasted potatoes on the table, prayed silently, and began to eat slowly, the old man ate very carefully, without wasting a single bit of food, after the meal, the old man took out the parchment and quill from his bosom, dipped it in the inkwell, and began to write a letter to the steel regent Al Luxelle.

As the old man wrote the letter, he recalled what he had seen and heard along the way from Susar to the south, the southern part of Cormier was in chaos, the local administrators were assassinated by the flaming dagger, the exiled lords with the Sambian mercenaries returned to the territory, and the anti-flag was erected, vampires and beasts wreaked havoc in the countryside, and the Iron Regent led his army to attack everywhere, causing a large number of rebels and refugees.

As a high-ranking priest of Tyr, the old man naturally does not lack the strength of self-defense, and he has also experienced hardships along the way, such as vampires with blood servants, murderous beast squads, Sambian mercenaries under the banner of the lord's guard, rebels defeated by the steel regent, refugees who have lost their homes and plundered everything.

Only the towns are still safe, out of the towns, even if there are well-equipped guards, it is difficult to ensure their own safety, the situation in the north is better than in the south, this time the orcs and Sambian mercenaries in the south only plundered to the north of Arabe City, they are unable to attack Arabe City, but because the most elite group of northern nobles and private soldiers were destroyed in Susar City, so the remaining northern nobles and mayors are also unable to clear out more and more bandits and the orc rout that the last orc wave raged in the countryside.

Probably looking at the situation in the country, the old man, as the high-ranking priest of Tyr, also took the opportunity to do some things to punish the evil and promote the good, but the too chaotic situation still made the old man a little powerless, close to the original Tifanton City, the old man found something different, many refugees are gathering in the city of Nita that was attacked by the orcs, I heard that it was bewitched by his neighbors, promising all kinds of benefits, the old man felt that things were a little strange, maybe it involved some living sacrifices, summoning demons or evil gods, so he hurried over.

The people were eaten in a big pot, and when they came, they could allocate houses and land, and distribute jobs according to their specialties, and they were attracted by the promise of exploitation by no guilds and bullies, and the treatment of craftsmen could be higher, the old man probably observed it, but in fact, these propaganda were partially exaggerated and not entirely true.

The so-called principle of big pot rice is also the principle that no laborer shall not eat, every morning and evening when the work is finished, according to their own labor in exchange for work, with different grades of food and materials, although the house and land are allocated to individuals, but the house is also exchanged for labor, to be paid off in 20 years, the land is also cultivated for five years before the land is issued.

But what the old man is more concerned about is that this Earl of Iwadi is a means of winning over the people, he lets the Cormiers who first took refuge in him to pull people around, the more people are pulled, the more points they have, the higher the job position they can hold, and the people who pull in can also pull people again, and the points that are exchanged for people are still partly counted on the first batch of people, constantly developing the downline, calculating points in a very complex way, which makes the old man also have a little headache.

What makes the old people more concerned is the life of the people here, the city and the city are all in ruins, and the life and treatment are not as good as advertised, but the people are still happy, the so-called trainers in the army will hold the so-called grievance meeting, listen to the people's stories, communicate directly with the people, and try to solve all kinds of problems they encounter, and the newly appointed grassroots managers will also be subject to multi-party supervision and cannot do whatever they want.

The old man saw a lot of relatively novel practices here, such as the newcomers taking a bath and changing clothes first, forming a camp alone to avoid epidemics, five households for one guarantee, five guarantees for one class, houses with house numbers, and residents entering and exiting the armor protection system, but the old man always felt that there were some new and strange things, and in the end, the old man figured out that the novelty was the attitude of the Earl of Iwadi towards the people.

The war in the country has caused a large number of borderless lands, but there is no other place where the allocation of houses and land occurs, because whether it is the steel regent or the opposition aristocracy, the most basic level of the local rule depends on the village knights and veterans who own the estates, these people are either killed in battle or rebelled, and the wealth and territory recovered will be distributed to the new knights and veterans, and the people who depend on them will not get dividends in the process, and will be exploited, and sometimes even flee and become exiles.

We have always regarded ordinary people as appendages of land and wealth, without really thinking about their thoughts and needs, the old man wrote here, recalling the ordinary people who told their misfortunes in the grievance meeting, felt a little depressed, and paused to continue writing letters to his students.

"One knight can defeat a hundred peasants, but what if one hundred and one? In previous years, it was a joke that the peasant revolt without the participation of the nobles, but what if it was on a larger scale? Perhaps we have been ignoring the power of ordinary people, your Earl of Iwadi is an interesting fellow, and I am going to meet him. The old man wrote