Having recovered from the shock, the emir suddenly wanted to confirm something, and ran in a hurry.

After a few minutes, he came to a thatched hut, which was his home.

The roof was covered with shabby thatch, the walls were made of large blocks of adobe bricks, and the door was closed, just as it had been when he had left.

He remembered that last night, when he first encountered the monster, the gate was destroyed by the dark monster, but now it seems to be intact.

Witnessing this scene, Emir was even more convinced that he was dreaming at the time, and as for why the piece of paper was held in his hand after waking up, it was probably the magic released by the witch who rescued him.

The Emir had seen a lot of strange things so far, so it was only reasonable that this kind of magic existed.

As if trying to confirm something, he walked over and pushed the door open, only to see a cloud of dust pouring out of it, making him disgraced.

"Ahem."

The emir coughed violently and quickly waved his hand a few times before finally fanning the dust away.

At this time, the morning sun shone into the house, and you could see that the tables and chairs in the house were also dusty, and it seemed that they had not been cleaned for a long time.

Next, he walked straight inside and found that his feet were on the ground, leaving clear footprints.

He soon realized that Ophelia had been here for several days, and that the monsters had already killed the villagers at that time, which meant that the houses had been deserted ever since.

He did have the illusion that when he got home, his grandmother would come out on crutches to meet him.

But the more he thought about it, the more he was hit when he faced reality, and Emir looked at everything in the house, except for the fact that his grandmother was gone, nothing else had changed.

As soon as he thought of this, he couldn't help the sadness that welled up from the bottom of his heart after all, and tears couldn't stop flowing.

He sat in a dusty chair, crying silently, not caring if there were monsters hiding in the house until Ophelia ran to him.

"Ah, I found you, so you're here."

Emile quickly turned his back to her and wiped away her tears, but the red eyes could not hide Ophelia.

“…… Is this your home? ”

"Well, yes," said the emir, still smiling, "pretty shabby, isn't it?" ”

However, Ophelia only looked at him sympathetically, as if she wanted to say something, but she stopped talking, and Emir lowered her head silently.

The atmosphere between the two suddenly became awkward, and after a while, Ophelia finally spoke.

"Although it may not be appropriate for me to say this, you should know very well that your relatives will not come back, and no matter how sad you are, it will not help, it is just torture for yourself...... And don't you see that we are taking revenge? So, I want you to cheer up, we still have to do something. ”

For a person who has just lost a loved one and is grieving, it is indeed a bit out of the mood to say such things.

But Emile did not blame her for her abruptness, but looked at her without saying a word, and after a long silence he finally nodded, his eyes becoming unusually determined.

When his father was still by his side, he taught him a lot of principles about how to behave in the world, and his understanding was also very good, even if it was obscure to his peers, he could understand it immediately.

However, everyone understands the truth, and when they really face some things, how many people can keep their sanity?

Unfortunately, Emir is this kind of person, not only does he understand a lot of truths, but most of the time he can put them into practice, so he is more mature and steady than his peers from the beginning.

If it was a stranger who came with him, he would definitely not show such an embarrassed side, and it was because it was Ophelia that he would have no scruples.

"Thank you, Miss Ophelia." The emir quickly adjusted his emotions and did not forget to thank him.

"It's okay, it's good that you can recover." Ophelia smiled.

"Well, let's go, let's go back." Emile nodded and walked out of the house first.

At this time, he actually felt a sense of relief in his heart, of course he didn't feel that grandma was a burden, but the tragedy had happened, no matter how depressed he was, there was no point, and the most meaningful thing was to find a way to kill the demons and avenge grandma and Sain.

"By the way, don't you need to erect a monument to your family?" Ophelia asked suddenly.

Emile shook his head, meaning no, but seeing Ophelia's puzzled look, he still gave an explanation.

"It's already overrun by monsters, and there's a disgusting smell everywhere, and I'll never let my loved ones stay with these ugly things."

"Well, that's right." Ophelia nodded.

After a while, the two were ready to go back, but there was still a huge suspicion that plagued them.

What the hell is going on with the last piece of paper, is it really the witch who has never met before who helped them?

Sitting on Lilith's back, Emile pulled out the piece of paper and found that the pattern on it no longer glowed.

Based on his understanding of magic these days, this piece of paper may have stored mana in the first place, and it was useless after the magic was released.

Ophelia agrees, and although she doesn't need to use a magic circle to cast magic, she has dealt with human mages a lot, so she knows a lot about it.

And coincidentally, when she traveled in the royal capital before, she really heard that a certain witch was used to storing magic power on a piece of paper with a magic circle drawn, and the moment she threw the piece of paper, she could release magic.

"Really? There must be more than one such witch. The emir was noncommittal, he did not believe in such a coincidence.

"No," Ophelia shook her head, then said, "It's not easy to cast magic with pieces of paper, because the target is difficult to lock onto, and it's likely that the magic released is completely empty, so in order to do this, you have to have quite precise control, as far as I know, even the top magicians of the empire can do it, and none of them can release magic in this way." ”

"But, that's strange, that witch left me a piece of paper, and then asked me to release magic, and finally destroyed so many monsters, could it be that I also have a high talent for magic?"

"Probably not, she may have made pieces of paper into magical items that can be used even by ordinary people with no magical talent." Ophelia guessed.

Emir thought about it and felt that it made sense, but he still felt a huge sense of loss, in fact, he wanted to be a magician more than a knight, but he didn't know if he had talent.

……

On the way back, the two had been discussing this matter, and they both agreed that the witch must have helped them.

Emir couldn't help but feel sorry for not being able to meet with them, but he thought that the other party definitely didn't want to meet them, so he chose to help in this way.

He thought that it was a similar situation when Ophelia rescued him, and since he didn't force the other party to introduce himself at that time, there was no need to be upset about this matter now.

Therefore, the emir had no worries at all, and when he returned to the town of Blackpool, he decided to start a new life.

He had thought that he might be able to make a name for himself on the battlefield and be made a nobleman, but in the end, he became the lord of the city by virtue of his relationship with Lydia.

Although he knew that he did have a little credit, how could this credit make a commoner become the lord of the city?

It's only because Lydia asked him, and there aren't many people in Blackpool Town anymore, that he reluctantly takes on this big responsibility, because if he doesn't stand up, the rest of the people won't be able to survive at all.

Of course, he didn't plan to run away from it in the first place, not for the sake of Lydia, but for the education that his father had taught him, the more capable people should be responsible.

He just didn't expect that he would become the lord of the city, after all, other identities can also help.

"Miss Ophelia, what should I do next as the lord of the city?" The emir asked suddenly.

This was the first time he had become a city lord, so naturally he didn't understand a lot of things, so he had to ask the well-informed Ophelia.

"Hmm," Ophelia replied after a moment's thought, "of course it's to find a way to make the people live a better life, develop the economy, and then expand the population, at least to bring Blackpool back to the level it was at the beginning." ”

However, as soon as the emir heard this, he was stumped, although the solution to the basic problem of survival was simple, because of the readily available supplies.

But this is all limited, and if the population is not able to engage in productive work, then one day the supplies will run out, and then there will inevitably be chaos.

But how can he get these pampered people to work voluntarily? After all, let them be slaves, and they would rather die than obey.

They were willing to try it before, but was it just a spur of the moment or a whim?

If this is the case, if they are allowed to engage in production work again, they are likely to resist, and when the time comes, let alone economic development, it will be difficult to guarantee even a basic livelihood.

“…… So, do they really have the value to live? The emir said suddenly.

However, as soon as he spoke, he was taken aback by his own thoughts, should he deny the value of their existence just because he did not want to work?

Sure enough, Ophelia looked incredulous, and after a while, she spoke.

"It's true that no, if you don't want to work hard, then no matter how others rescue you, it won't help."

To the emir's surprise, Ophelia actually agreed with this view, but when he thought about it, there was nothing wrong with it.

So then, it is necessary to let the people work, not for the sake of the city lord, of course, but for their own sake, if someone does not want to do anything, but stays here for nothing, then he has to be ruthless to drive this kind of people away.

At this time, Lilith had already flown over Blackpool Town, and she quietly landed outside the City Lord's mansion.

It's morning, and Rena and Pagris have already started their work, and they haven't noticed that the lord is not in the room.

In order to avoid people's eyes, the emir decided to sneak in through the back door, but just as he was about to do so, he saw a familiar figure standing in the back doorway.

He couldn't help frowning, because the man was Grea, who should have left a long time ago, and when the other party saw him return, he ran over to greet him with a smile on his face.

"Oh, Lord Castle, you're back, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"What do you mean? You know I'm not at home? ”

Emir heard that something was wrong, and he chose to go out late at night in order not to be discovered, so how did this kid Grega know.

This only shows that he must have secretly entered the mansion and also visited the emir's room.

"No, no, I ......," Grea stumbled, her hands unconsciously hidden behind her back, "By the way, Lord Castle, I have good news for you." ”

"Don't change the subject for me, what do you have in your hands?"

Without waiting for him to reply, the emir rushed over and grabbed his hand, only to find him holding a delicate little vase, which seemed to be something of the mansion.

"Okay, Gregya, when did you get into this bad habit, do you still want to make a face?"

"Emir, I'm really sorry, I'm also desperate, I suddenly thought after I went out of the city yesterday that even if I followed those nobles, they might not necessarily look down on me, and then I would have to starve to death on the streets, so I came back, I know, you will definitely read for the sake of your fellow villagers and help me, right?"

As she spoke, Grea burst into tears, like a child about to be abandoned, but the Emir did not want to sympathize with him at all.

"Oh? So you're just coming to the mansion to steal, aren't you? Is this what you call a fellow countryman? ”

Grea was said to be ashamed, and it seemed that although he had fallen, he was still not fit to do such a thing.

“…… I know, I'll put it back. ”

"Well," said the emile, sighing, "to tell you the truth, it's not that I'm being stingy, the problem is that the contents of this mansion are not my property, and when Lydia returns, I'll give it to her." ”

"I'm sorry, I was wrong." Grea hastened to apologize.

"Alas, forget it, I'll spare you this time, you can go quickly." The emir said impatiently.

"Huh? Emir...... Oh, Lord Castle, aren't you going to take me in? Grea was surprised, after all, he had the impression that the emir was not a heartless person.

"Or else? Who knows what moths you'll get out of staying. The emir said with a grim expression.

At this time, Ophelia, who was standing on the side, suddenly interjected.

"Emir, if you want me to say, it's better to keep him."

"Uh, why?" Emir was a little puzzled, but he could understand, after all, Ophelia didn't know the guy's temperament.

Ophelia, however, leaned into his ear and whispered to him.

Emile listened, looked at her, and then stared at Grea again, the expression on his face changing from surprise to a malicious smile.

Grea couldn't help but get nervous when she saw him like this.

"Well, Grea, you don't want to go, do you?"

"Yes, yes."

"Okay, I can keep you, but you have to promise me one thing."

"What, what's the matter?" Grea asked, and then hurriedly said, "Of course, you can do it, Lord Castle, just ask." ”

"Those nobles may not look down on you, so you don't even have the opportunity to be a servant, but I'm different, I'm the lord of the city, and my status is higher than those nobles, so if you do things for me, you should feel honored."

"That's nature."

Grea nodded blankly, still not knowing what Emir was trying to say.

"Ahem, Amir, don't sell it, just tell him." Ophelia reminded.

The Emir smiled sheepishly, and then said to Grea, "So how about you come and be my servant?" ”

"Huh? I ......"

"Tsk, don't you want to?"

Emile frowned, and he must have had a hundred reluctances in his heart when he thought that Grea, who had been in the village before, and now wanted to be a servant to this poor boy.

"Of course, the little ones are happy to help."

Unexpectedly, Grea readily agreed.

The emir didn't look like him like he pretended, but although he was made a servant, he was really just giving him a job to contribute to the reconstruction of Blackpool.

After the two sides had negotiated, Grea suddenly said mysteriously.

"By the way, Lord Castle, I just wanted to report you good news, it depends on whether you want to hear it."

"What? We've just said that you've returned to your true nature? The emir covered his face helplessly.

"No, it's really good news," Grea quickly explained, seeing that he didn't believe it, "Think about it, isn't Blackpool Town going to be rebuilt?" But these people are not enough, and as far as I know, they are all pampered fellows, how can they condescend to be servants? What I want to say is that when I left yesterday, I walked about three miles, and found a small village in a mountain depression, in which there were at least three hundred people, and I saw that their village was very dilapidated, and the conditions must be very poor, so I sincerely suggest that you settle those villagers in Heitan Town, and then hand over all the rough work to them. ”

Hearing what he said, Ophelia agreed.

"Well, that makes sense."

Of course, the emir also thinks so, not to mention whether they can do rough work or not, at this time, there are often demons outside the city, and they may attack that village one day, so they must be taken to Heitan Town as soon as possible.

"Hehe, that's a good suggestion." Grea laughed and said, listening to what he meant, it seemed that he still wanted to ask for credit.

The emir ignored him outright, then returned to the mansion and began to work on a rescue plan.