My Players Are So Fierce

2211: Chapter 738: Butterfly Wings Flutter in Bernel City…

2211 -738: Butterfly Wings Flutter in Bernel City…

Bernel City is the capital of the Kafuhoka Plains Region, a renowned grain-producing area on the continent for centuries, and a vital strategic area during past Black Disasters.

Even a hundred years ago, during the King of Bone Biting’s rampage across the continent, the ravaged Kafuhoka was one of the first to be reclaimed.

Even the King of Bone Biting, who used plague buckets to pave his way, refrained from wanton destruction here, as Lord Felix was well aware that even after the era of the Wolf People arrived, this place would still be needed to supply grain for his empire.

Now, Kafuhoka has been under Nordtof’s occupation for almost half a year, yet the region continues its age-old responsibilities.

Especially after a batch of new lords was dispatched here, the grain-producing ecosystem has not only remained intact but has even become more efficient under the “New Order and Policies” of the new lords.

Of course, this is not to say those northern lords are particularly benevolent; ever since they occupied this place, rebellion in the Kafuhoka region has been unending.

But for the lordly masters, this is not a bad thing.

Wherever a rebellion occurs indicates disloyalty to the Wolf Queen, requiring the formidable Winter Wolf Army to send the rebels there skyward.

Then, the newly fertile land would be incorporated into the master’s grand manor estates, to be distributed to their loyal subordinates.

In this way, the northern lords and manor lords are able to consume Kafuhoka and establish a relatively stable governance system.

As for the dispossessed farmers driven off their land by “rebellion” struggling through the harsh winter, that is obviously not a concern for the masters.

Look, isn’t there always a demand for young male and female servants in the Bernel City market?

Without land, can’t you still sell yourself into servitude at the master’s manor?

Wouldn’t the kind-hearted masters ensure their slaves neither starve nor freeze?

Perhaps you might even get assigned back to the little house you built with your own hands, returning home under a different identity and living a life free from worries of hunger and cold, “cared” for in exchange for just working for food, no longer fearing unexpected misfortunes.

What a wonderful thing that is!

As for those stubborn fools unwilling to sign contracts of servitude…

tsk, the masters have kind hearts, and can’t bear to see anyone starving or freezing at their doorsteps.

Where are the slave traders?

Hurry and take these people away!

Isn’t Transylvania in need of people for the war over there?

Why not send them over for a half-sell, half-gift price?

It could even help bolster goodwill with the Governor of Transia and the esteemed Governor, a win-win situation.

With the rebellion threats removed from Kafuhoka, the masters have cleared out the stubborn folks to prevent them from corrupting their honest and law-abiding serfs, Transylvania gets fresh cannon fodder, the Nordtov Kingdom contributes to the fight against the Black Disaster, and the intermediaries earn a handsome commission.

See, everyone is quite satisfied with this situation.

In any case, after such a process, the newly occupied area has settled into a bizarre calm since the onset of winter.

The grain trade in Bernel City, after two or three months of stagnation, is back on track.

Especially after the astute Wolf Queen Majesty signed a grain assurance agreement with the Transia People, even the old grain that couldn’t be sold in time found a perfect market.

Furthermore, the near-insatiable demand from Transylvania for various goods has invigorated Bernel City and its surrounding cottage industries and budding industry, giving some merchants a chance to ride the wave and get rich overnight in recent months.

Even now, as the Black Disaster rages, and during the last of this year’s three snowfalls on the plains, Bernel City remains warm as spring, with the cold weather unable to quench the merchants’ fiery enthusiasm.

They procure goods from the market, darting about the various estates and looking across the fields.

At this moment, just sending a wagon of goods to Transylvania could yield a wagon of profits.

No ambitious merchant would allow themselves to idle during this winter of wealth, and such fervor from the heart makes the entire Bernel City seem “alive,” bustling from dawn until settling into calm only by midnight.

“Why are you still gazing at the scenery outside the window?

You’ve been looking for three days, aren’t you tired of it?”

On the fourth floor of a tenement-style street-facing residence on the outskirts of Bernel City’s largest grain trading market, a slightly frail female voice sounded in the room, tinged with a hint of scolding and dissatisfaction.

She said:

“Did you finish yesterday’s coursework?

Bring it here for me to check.”

“It’s right on the table, have a look yourself.”

Reclining by the window, observing the bustling market outside, the young girl’s head remained fixed as she replied, seeming to find greater intrigue in watching the boats laden with goods making their way to the docks and transported down the river compared to the complex yet wondrous studies of spiritual energy.

The boats were moving swiftly.

They had to make it along the Kaderman River to the Andma Hills before the river re-froze, spending the ensuing ice flood period in a commercial town called “Torrent Castle.” They might even find time to venture to the casinos in Treasure Bay for some fun.

This girl by the window wasn’t just there for the spectacle.