"Also, I dare to bet with you, the Earl in the castle is definitely not mocking us, he is more fearful now than anyone... even more than his soldiers."
The Chiliarch's dissatisfaction clearly did not subside, but he indeed couldn't think of a rebuttal, so he could only try to persuade her from another angle, attempting to let her know that what she was doing was unrealistic.
"But... outside it's chaotic, no one can settle down to farm in such circumstances! I'm just saying, you're doing sothing aningless—"
"Then let it be you who settles them down," Carian looked at him calmly, "let them believe that the swords in your hands are not tools of enslavent, but weapons of defense."
These words silenced the whole tent.
That Chiliarch's throat seed blocked, he couldn't utter a single word.
However, Thomas, who stood beside, had his eyes slightly lit up, as if he saw sothing wonderful, although his barren language couldn't describe what it was.
"Saint Sis above, this sounds truly wonderful!"
The Lord's sword should not be a tool for enslaving citizens, but a weapon for defending them!
He had never heard any Priest or Lord truly say this, but he hoped to put this phrase into the Holy Word Book!
"...Let's discuss sothing practical."
Another Chiliarch who had been silent slowly spoke, casting his gaze at the Holy Daughter who seed to be glowing.
"I admit your ideas are indeed nice, but implenting them is too difficult. Never mind the famished people, even my brothers under —I've only recently learned how to write my own na, not to ntion the nas of those villages on the map, so remote villages don't even go by that na."
"That is indeed an issue," Carian nodded lightly, her gaze sweeping across the crowd, "and what I intend to discuss with you all today is exactly how to solve this problem."
People exchanged glances, all displaying expressions of helplessness.
Just then, Thomas, who had been quiet, suddenly cleared his throat and stepped forward.
"I... am a rchant from Rhode Kingdom, technically I shouldn't be involved in your affairs, but after all, I am a devout believer, I can't sit idly by while my siblings by blood are plunged into Hell."
Saying this, he paused briefly and quickly got to the point.
"Many of my crew in the caravan are literate, handling accounts is our profession. I can assist officers with registration work, including the pens and paper needed... Let's figure sothing out."
After all, those soldiers took his pens and paper, even if he did not offer them, he had already quietly accepted the loss.
Rather than hiding it now, it would appear as a favor in the flow, and he could settle the matter afterward when the battle ends.
If Twilight Province can restore order, it would certainly be a place worthy of investnt.
Carian cast him a grateful look.
"Thank you, the people of Twilight Province will rember your efforts for them."
After speaking, she looked at that pragmatic Chiliarch and continued. "Mr. Thomas can help you all, not only that, his people can teach you simple spelling. I know it's difficult, but for a better future, I hope you can modestly learn from his people."
The pragmatic Chiliarch silently looked at Brennan, seeing no objection from the latter, he turned back to Carian and said in a deep voice.
"I have no objection..."
Carian nodded and then turned her gaze to the "head of the registration departnt" Slor, standing in the corner of the tent.
Until yesterday, this Mr. Slor was rely a big-headed soldier, evidently not expecting the opportunity to stand in this tent.
"Besides Thomas's caravan, I believe there must be literate individuals among our famished. They may have been innkeepers, or Adventurers, or rchants who sold timber for the Lord, or even the Church's Monks..."
"Out of fear, they dared not reveal their identities, worried that their knowledge would bring them a deadly threat, and the first thing we need to do is eliminate their fear, let them believe we are not destroyers of order, but builders of new order."
"In this way, they will naturally join our ranks one after another, just like the gentleman assisting Slor Soldiers with registration. In the future, we won't need to rely on others, with our own Strength, we'll restore the order that we personally destroyed."
This statent deeply moved Brennan, causing him to fall into contemplation, similar to the military eting yesterday, he did not ntion the siege till the end.
Let's wait a bit more...
Perhaps, as the Holy Daughter suggests, they might take down this castle without Blood Blade?
Moreover, his thoughts now no longer linger on the castle, but drifted to farther places.
He firmly believed in the justice preached by Kelan, believing that once the castle and Church fell everything would improve, but what he witnessed along the way seed filled with bloodshed and death.
However, at this mont, he saw colors in people's eyes that he hadn't seen before.
It seed like hope...
...
It's not just Brennan and the famished people who see hope, the Soldiers standing on the castle wall are the sa.
The siege has lasted several months, the harsh winter didn't starve the rebel army outside, but allowed them to welco Saint Sis's light sooner than them.
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