It was evident that they underestimated Erin Campbell's determination, assuming it was just a young girl's whim to show kindness and perhaps flaunt her influence at the banquet. Yet, in truth, she intended to genuinely aid those pitiful souls who shared the faith of Saint Sis.
As for the wagons turning back at the granary doors, Erin did not pursue their little tricks to the end, as long as the grain finally entering the storehouse wasn't adulterated.
The nobles of the Campbell Duchy were unlikely to offend the Campbell family over a bit of money from selling grain. This petty gain was probably their servants' idea.
The nobles might not be entirely unaware of their servants' actions. It's just a mutual understanding, long ford, of turning a blind eye.
After all, the servants willingly beca servants of the nobles clearly not for glory but for profit. The nobles knew well that if they wanted the dogs to wag their tails, they had to feed them at; otherwise, if they didn't relinquish so benefits to their servants, the servants would certainly use ans outside the mutual understanding to take more from them, or wag their tails at outsiders.
Of course, one could catch them red-handed when they deceived you, and even send them to the gallows without anyone speaking for them.
But if one goes a step further and judges their morality before they deceive you, even the owner of the Duchy bears the cost of breaking the existing order.
Erin may not have said it outright, but she was as clear as a mirror in her heart, as was her right-hand aide, Theresa.
Their goal was rely to aid the poor souls outside the city, to make them citizens of the Campbell Duchy, not to change Thunder City.
There was no doubt that official aid and grassroots behavior are indeed different.
Simply relying on "Fla King's followers'" offerings of a modest bowl of porridge might warm hearts, but it falls sowhat short in warming the stomach.
But now, every problem has found a complete solution, in a way that pleases everyone.
Faced with the officials of the Governor's Mansion, Father Matt and the benevolent Brotherhood mbers cheerfully handed over their soup kitchen to the Governor's Mansion.
Their goal had been achieved, and with a limited budget, they realized a surplus return. At this point, letting Thunder City's official take over was the best option.
With their withdrawal, the local refugees not only wouldn't bla them for ceasing their charitable acts but would thank them for generously giving up this "honor."
And if Thunder City's officials couldn't do better, the refugees would nostalgically rember them instead... Anyway, for Lord Demon King, there's nothing to lose.
As the Governor's Mansion of Thunder City took over, the changes in the refugee camp outside Thunder City could almost be described by the term "visible to the naked eye."
In the biting cold wind, a group of young and vigorous n were repairing the dilapidated camp ravaged by wind and snow, led by the Governor's Mansion employees.
Aside from als provided, they could earn an additional daily wage of 10 copper coins. Although this isn't much, not even enough for the dock workers' afternoon tea, it was sufficient to evoke their enthusiasm, simultaneously drawing small vendors from nearby towns to gather around them.
Over ti, this area would develop into a new satellite city and beco a fully integrated part of Thunder City.
And only in this way could the problems faced by the refugees be truly resolved.
Respected Princess Erin Campbell had even considered their long-term future.
An industrious construction site thrived, and the rekindled enthusiasm and hope for tomorrow made the howling blizzard retreat.
Ice-cold hearts began to beat anew, as if the harsh winter had suddenly beco less harsh...
In the evening, bonfires were lit in the center of the camp, with large iron pots set upon them.
The warm amber light shone on faces that had weathered the storm; while it might not be as bright as the street lamps in the wealthy district, the number of people it illuminated was beyond what the latter could imagine.
A young mother shakily accepted a bowl of hot wheat porridge. She carefully blew on it before feeding it to the child in her arms, who was too weak to protest, coaxed to sleep. She finally tasted the porridge herself, and tears rolled from her eyes.
Looking at the Campbell family's banner not far away, she murmured heartfelt thanks and praise.
"Praise the Princess, she is truly a benevolent and kind lady. Without this hot porridge, I wouldn't know how to get through this winter..."
She was not alone in this sentint.
Nearby, an elderly man leaning on his cane, with a cross etched on his chest, spoke in a trembling voice full of devotion.
"Praise the great Saint Sis... Thank you for sending this kind ssenger to our side, saving your people from the cold and snow."
The identity of the Campbell family's Chosen One was a legendary tale known throughout the Ryan Kingdom. Even though Twilight Province was not Campbell's territory, it was not far from the Campbell Duchy.
anwhile, at the city gate not far away.
Watching those who cheered the Campbell family's na, expressing heartfelt gratitude, Erin felt her heart warm like spring.
Seeing the Princess standing in the snow, an official dressed in fur stepped forward through the snow, respectfully saluted her, and spoke in a loud and exaggerated voice.
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