Chapter 49: Chapter 49 - 49 Ongoing Changes

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Patril heard a knock at the door and stood up with a frail body, feeling a bit surprised when he saw the figure before him after opening the door.

“Recker, are you okay?”

Recker grinned, his tall figure stepping into the room, making it seem dimmer.

“Uncle Pat, I’m fine. Kachar City Lord hired me to help cook food and distribute it for free to the town residents.

There’s already wheat porridge and bread cooked in the square. You can take Little Pat with you to get some later.”

“Oh, and make sure to bring your identification. Each person can only get food once, and without ID, you can’t get it. Remember that.”

Patril looked at Recker, full of astonishment.

“You were hired by a vampire?”

Oli, who followed Recker, rebutted unhappily.

“Uncle Pat, they aren’t vampires. They’re the Holy Light Bloodline.

Kachar City Lord made Recker manage the logistics department, which means helping cook food, and every month, he even gets 10 silver puke.”

Patril’s face stiffened. For a moment, he thought he had gone deaf.

Vampires hiring humans to work and even giving 10 silver puke each month?

Life Goddess above, this was the most extravagant thing he had ever heard.

Seeing Patril’s expression irritably, Oli took out a cloth bag filled with silver puke from behind and shook it a few times.

A clear clinking of metal sounded.

“Uncle Pat, do you see this? It’s the advance payment directly from Kachar City Lord for helping cook food. Each person gets an advance of 5 silver puke, with the rest given after a month.”

Oli said triumphantly, looking at Pat, “So, Uncle Pat, I wasn’t lying, right?”

Patril took a sharp breath.

“Wow…the City Lord not only distributes food for free but also pays you a salary. This, this…”

He didn’t know how to describe it.

If this was a vampire conspiracy, it didn’t add up. They had no resistance. Who would use a conspiracy on pigs waiting to be slaughtered?

Their lives were in the vampires’ hands.

Recker looked at Patril’s expression with complex feelings. When he heard this, his surprise was no less than that of the others.

“Uncle Pat, we in Dawn City have nothing the Holy Light Bloodline would covet. If they wanted, they could just take whatever they wanted. How could we resist?

But Kachar City Lord’s actions show that they’re genuinely different from the evil bloodline.

Life Goddess above, the deity once said that even the greatest conspiracy would reveal its true face over time.

Since we can’t resist, why not join them? If they are against us, we could quickly notify others.

Uncle Pat, I know you are a much-respected warrior in Eric Town. I hope you can share this task with me.

Accept Kachar City Lord’s employment and become one of us. This is not just for us but for all Eric Town residents.”

Patril was moved by Recker’s sincere eyes.

Yeah, since they couldn’t resist and the Holy Light Bloodline hadn’t harmed humans, why not try to understand them?

If there was a conspiracy, it could be discovered sooner.

Looking back at the still sleeping Little Patril, he nodded firmly.

For his child, he was willing to take this risk.

Dawn City Central Square.

Though it was only 1 p.m., the sun had been blocked by the towering peaks on both sides.

The design of Dawn City was ingenious, nestled between two mountains. Except for the southern district, the central and wall areas got no more than three hours of sunlight daily, perfectly suiting the bloodline’s preference for gloom.

In the square center, five large cauldrons were set over roaring fires, with wheat rolling in the boiling water.

Bread-baking ovens were also on the fire racks beside them.

Refugees notified to collect food wore excited expressions one by one.

Most people were highly skeptical of the bloodline’s promises but were surprised to see them genuinely fulfilling each one.

Not harming them, protecting their property, providing clean houses, and distributing free food.

This change delighted everyone.

If the vampires were true to their word, would they also grant the promised land?

Silently, many people’s perspectives underwent significant changes, especially driven by the thrilling idea of land distribution.

Though they knew dealing with vampires, more terrifying than demons, was unwise, they couldn’t control their thoughts.

What if it was true?

What if, as they claimed, they were Holy Light Bloodline who wouldn’t harm humans?

Humans were never without desires, especially these forgotten people living on the Nolan Empire’s borders.

Having no land of their own, frequently struck by demon beasts, annually fearing the orc wars, with nobles offering no protection.

These people never lived a day in stability, making their longing for peace and a secure life unimaginable.

Given even a shred of hope, even living with vampires was something they weren’t afraid of.

This was why Lide chose border refugees; only those who endured chaos and war yearned intensely for a stable life, which Dawn City could provide.

He believed that under his management, this place would eventually become a human utopia and, in time, a sanctuary for vampires too.

“Line up, show your identification, each person is allowed only one portion of food, and anyone violating the rules will be deprived of today’s food distribution.”

Patril, with a red armband on his shoulder, loudly maintained order with a few others.

“Uncle Pat, is this food really free?”

A half-grown child in tattered burlap at the line’s end looked up, eyes filled with longing.

Patril was stunned, then showed a gentle smile, reaching to stroke the boy’s head.

“It’s free, Rick. I’ll ensure they give you an extra piece of bread, young man. Eating more helps you grow tall.”

“Uncle Pat, didn’t Master Priest in the temple say vampires are human-eating demons? Why would they give us food?”

Rick’s little eyes were filled with deep confusion.

“Because there are good and bad vampires, just like there are thieves and robbers in our town.”

Patril patted his shoulder, “Rick, only what you see is real. Don’t believe others’ words easily, not even the master priest.”

He then looked around at the town residents leaving the square, delighted after getting bread and wheat porridge; these words were also meant for himself.

Perhaps, Dawn City was indeed the Divine Country for Eric Town’s residents…if Kachar City Lord did not deceive them.