Inside the Lord Mansion.
Newcomers poured in one after another, with a long line forming at the resident registration desk on the left, while plenty of people gathered at the announcement board on the right, reading the notices.
The notice board was clearly divided into several sections; they looked left and right, finally focusing their attention on the recruitment and purchase announcements.
These two were the foundation of securing a livelihood in the territory.
"They're recruiting construction workers, that looks doable."
"I can work the fields too."
"Breeding, I'm familiar with this part!"
"..."
Excited voices could be heard at the scene, one after another.
They'd imagined recruited personnel in the territory had conditions, and maybe even requirements they couldn't meet, but they hadn't expected these jobs to be even easier than they'd thought.
Finding work in the territory, being able to feed themselves and their families—that truly felt safer than anything else.
