The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1494 - 430: Register Households! Allocate Land!_2

The soldier didn't hide anything and spoke directly.

"This is the idea of the Holy Lady. For one, it's for easier management, and for two, to allow you to orderly return to your original villages."

"... Go back?"

"That's right, staying here isn't a solution either; the land around the castle can't sustain so many people."

Weren't you the ones who drove us here?

It's like breaking someone's leg and then giving them a crutch.

The man complained inwardly but didn't dare say it out loud; instead, he voiced another concern in his heart.

"But what about the famine?"

The soldier replied with a smile.

"The Holy Daughter is exactly here to solve this problem! To avoid missing the window of spring plowing, we need to quickly restore the abandoned farmland... Don't worry, during this period, we won't let you starve; we will ensure the supply of food."

The man nodded, feeling a little more at ease, hesitated for a while, and finally wrote his name in the ledger.

He didn't trust those devils wearing green turbans, but as someone who helped the Priest rewrite scriptures, he held faith and reverence in his heart, believing in Saint Sis and the Holy Daughter, and in the Oracle she spoke of.

As long as it's not for settling scores in the future, there seems to be nothing to be afraid of...

Just trust them once more.

...

Old Hank's registration went smoothly, but not every old farmer was as lucky as him.

Aside from a neatly written ledger from Slor's registration point, most registration points submitted ledgers filled with ghost talismans, more obscure than a Magic Book.

With reconciliation comes compromise.

Faced with an impossible task handed down from above, the soldiers turned a blind eye, just doing enough to pass, while the starving people queued for porridge scribbled something to count as their names.

Incidentally, due to his clever performance at work, the soldier named Slor had been exceptionally promoted to Centurion, in charge of managing the hastily formed household registration department.

Now the whole department consisted of only two people: Slor himself and a starving person assisting him with copying... Rumor has it that person was previously a Monk responsible for copying scriptures in the church.

Daring to step forward to help at this time, that Monk was considered quite bold. After all, just a week ago, those fellows with green turbans were the ones claiming they would slaughter everyone in the castle and church like "Ogres," and their conversion to the Holy Light seemed just yesterday.

In the military tent, the atmosphere was mixed with joy and sorrow.

The Salvation Army officers seemed divided into two factions; one supported the Holy Daughter's "Return Home Faction." Most were of peasant origin and were highly supportive of the Holy Lady's decision to distribute land to everyone.

After all, they rose up initially to seize the nobles' land, only getting caught up in the fight and forgetting their original purpose in the process.

As for the other faction, they remained loyal to Kelan's will, the "Decisive Battle Faction."

But rather than being loyal to Kelan, they were loyal to reality. After all, any General with strategic insight knew that farming had no meaning unless the war was finished.

Three cavalrymen rushing over to set a fire could ruin the land that three hundred people worked hard to cultivate. Without stable order, production was an impossible talk.

This analogy might be exaggerated, but the truth in the words remains; back when they fought guerrilla warfare, they often set fire to noble granaries. And those granaries, although said to belong to the nobles, didn't have clear ownership in the villages.

"This is sheer nonsense!" exclaimed a Chiliarch, slamming the table, saliva flying, "We came here to besiege the city, not to play with pens! What have we been doing surrounding the castle all this time? I bet the Earl inside the castle is laughing at us for not even being able to build a Cloud Ladder or a battering ram!"

Confronted with the Chiliarch's anger, Brennan said nothing, quietly waiting for Carian's reaction.

He too was very hesitant in his heart.

In yesterday's meeting, he wanted to bring up the siege plan but found no opportunity to speak.

In one aspect, he thought Carian's idea was quite good; he had long considered the future of his brothers, but frankly, he had no solid plan himself. Before becoming the leader of the Green Forest Army, he was just a hunter, learning to lead troops in the process, and managing land... hadn't even started yet.

However, on the other hand, he felt things couldn't go on like this. After all, Count Thelon's castle was still there; Benevolence could gather people's hearts, but it couldn't replace force.

All eyes turned to Carian, or rather, to the Divine behind her.

They were waiting for a new Oracle.

Carian's gaze was more peaceful than ever; everything was exactly as Mr. Colin said: as their strength gradually expanded, they were no longer content with patiently waiting for divine gifts, and their once-dim ambitions were stirring.

That was human desire.

After all, they now really had a hundred thousand troops, and mobilizing another hundred thousand cannon fodder wasn't a problem.

"The Divine never promised to lead you to siege the city; He only promised that the gates of that castle would open, do not alter your wish. On the contrary, you promised to listen to me until our covenant was fulfilled."

Looking at the speechless Chiliarch, Carian continued to speak.