Chapter 35: The Biggest Challenge You Will Face
Mr. Susua sat by the dried central spring of Fengniao Town, leisurely taking a sip of tea.
“Our days are getting better and better!” He exclaimed.
The Phylin tribe resided in Fengniao Town and was no longer forced to live underground. For Mr. Susua, this was indeed a cause for celebration. However, he rejected the idea of a celebration, as the houses were not yet built, and the threat of bandits lingered.
“Even though bandits have decreased, they haven’t disappeared,” he noted.
Ron approached with a snack from Susuan, stating, “This is from your granddaughter.”
“Thank you. Just in time, I was thinking about having tea without anything to eat,” Mr. Susua gratefully replied.
With only Lilian by his side, Ron acknowledged the Phylin tribe’s desire to celebrate but understood the practical challenges.
Mr. Susua thanked Ron on behalf of the Phylin tribe, though he suggested Ron had a long way to go as a true lord.
“Don’t worry. As long as your decrees are reasonable, we won’t object,” Mr. Susua assured Ron.
Confused, Ron questioned what decree he should issue.
Lilian explained, “As a lord, the Phylin tribe is theoretically obligated to obey any decree you issue.”
Acknowledging Ron’s lack of official power, Lilian added, “If they don’t obey, you don’t have much recourse. Theoretically, they should follow any decree you issue.”
Ron, impatient, demanded to know what to do now.
Lilian clarified, “Currently, your rule extends only to the Phylin tribe, and you have no subordinates. Shouting in the square won’t make much of a difference.”
Ron grumbled at the incomplete information.
“If it comes to that, you could post a notice. It would be more formal that way,” she offered Ron some suggestions.
Whether Ron chose to listen was entirely up to him. Anyway, Fengsha Basin was just a place for now. Unless significant resources were discovered here and attracted the attention of the Empire, there might be some trouble.
Whether Ron could continue being the lord of Fengsha Basin at that time remained to be seen.
The situation of abandoning the previous lord and a new lord emerging had happened quite frequently.
“Oh, by the way, Miss Lilian!” Ron felt Lilian seemed knowledgeable about these things and had a sudden idea.
“Please instruct. Your maid is listening,” Lilian said humbly.
“You are now my financial officer,” he slapped his thigh, deciding on this significant matter.
Lilian remained silent for ten seconds before saying, “Your decisions always seem hasty, Mr. Ron.”
“But you are the only one I find trustworthy,” Ron sighed.
Moluna is also trustworthy, but Ron always felt that Moluna might make calculation mistakes.
“Well, I’ll temporarily help you manage the wealth of this land,” Lilian said, lifting her skirt, “but it’s only temporary.”
Currently, Fengsha Basin only had Fengniao Town of value, so she didn’t have much to manage, and part-time work was acceptable.
Ron couldn’t wait to enjoy the privileges of being a lord ᕕ(◠ڼ◠)ᕗ
Mr. Susua couldn’t help but speak, “Have you forgotten about us?”
“No problem, I hereby appoint you as the mayor of Fengniao Town!” Ron was full of enthusiasm ready to assign each position.
“If you appoint me as the mayor, what about that house?” Mr. Susua asked, directing his gaze towards the mayoral residence.
Ron was shocked and quickly changed his words, “Then I’ll be the mayor.”
Lilian sighed deeply when she saw Ron’s behavior. She had been puzzled for a long time about why Lady Mercury, even if she was providing Ron a place, would make him a lord.
“Mr. Ron, regardless of your current thoughts, there are two things you must complete quickly,” Lilian raised her chin and spoke coldly.
“Firstly, you need to figure out how to spend the treasures you plundered from the bandits,” Lilian said, “The best outlet would be the peculiar human you saved before.”
“Secondly, you need to think about how to handle the conflicts between humans and the Phylin tribe,” she looked at Ron coldly, “There will soon be a large influx of refugees into Fengniao Town.”
At that time, Ron would have to deal with more than just these innocent Phylin tribes.
“Refugees?” Ron hadn’t considered this.
“A safe and comfortable place will inevitably attract the arrival of refugees,” Lilian said. “Why? Just like how humans irrationally hate witches, without any particular reason.”
