"Mr. Maddock, it's been a while."
"Oh yeah. The Lord keeps coming out, so it's hard to see him, but he seems to be doing well."
"Of course. Mr. Maddock, how are you?
"Of course not. I stopped going to war, but this is how I always work in the Balkans. It's too early to feel old."
"Good for you. Something tells me Mr. Maddock had more work to do at some point. I was worried I didn't see you much."
"Right. At first, as a city judge named Vulcania, after that, it was my job to see the ratings of the merchants, but there are more of them. If you ask me, I won't be able to say no."
After talking to the Grans in Vulcania, I was face-to-face with Mr. Maddock, who was seeing each other less often.
It was originally woody, Mr. Maddock.
He is one of those people I have known since I was a child to procure magic mushroom logs, and he helped me out on the battlefield during the unrest in Barca.
But I hope Mr. Maddock like that can't go to battlefield anymore, he started working in Vulcania, and by contrast, I was better off living in the city of Fontana.
That's why we didn't see each other much anymore.
Such a Mr. Maddock, but he firmly works for judges and other jobs.
Vulcania has no major problems, as her father performs vigilant policing and Mr. Maddock executes trials such as rubbing to keep residents from being dissatisfied as much as possible.
In addition, Mr. Maddock is being asked for his opinions even in rubbing from other villages in the Knights of Barca, where he stands essentially like the presiding judge in the Knights of Barca.
Without this guy, I might not have been able to safely base Fontana's activities.
"So, what's going on this time? Didn't I have something to tell you that I came all this way to see you?
"It's true I wanted to see Mr. Maddock's face. I'm just sure there was something I wanted to talk to you about. I've got a little movement to worry about."
"You think it's a move you care about? Is that about Barca, or is that about Fontana territory? Is that what I know?
"Right...... It's more about Fontana territory than Barca. It's time to melt the snow. Then people might move a lot"
"... people move. Maybe the impact of the earthquake that happened earlier?
"Yeah, I am. Apparently, the earthquake that struck this winter rocked quite extensively. That did a lot of damage in Fontana territory, but it looks like it did in other aristocratic territories. They've got quite a few dead people out there."
"Hmm, it hurts. But what's wrong with that? I think the Fontana Territory was about the Lord moving around and reducing the damage. The inhabitants of Barca generally appreciated the Lord's actions."
"Right. Sometimes I slapped each knight's ass and moved it, and Fontana territory is still better off, not to mention that it was damaged by an earthquake. But still, some people have lost their place in life. A lot of people say they escaped to the shelter, but they can't go back to their original jobs. They say it's possible that someone like that would come on a big move looking for a job."
"People get together for work, huh? It's like that time."
"Oh, it was really tough back then."
Mr. Maddock immediately assumed that I was here to see him for some reason.
So I'll tell you what I'm a little concerned about right now.
If it's true, it's also a matter of Fontana territory, so it might be to go back to the city of Fontana and talk to the people who are practicing rather than talking to Mr. Maddock.
But still, I wanted to talk to Mr. Maddock.
That's because me and Mr. Maddock once faced problems similar to this one.
The effects of the earthquake that hit Fontana territory directly.
We did nothing but provide rescue for those affected once and manage to raise the life-threatening winter cold.
But that would not be the case if those who lost their homes could return fully to their original lives.
That's how many people leave their homes and look for work in New Heaven and Earth when rebuilding a broken home.
Especially the one below the farmer's second son. Something tends to be like that.
But it's not so easy to find a job that someone from an unschooled farmer can do.
He goes out into a nearby city, undertakes a day job, lives his days and dies the next winter without storage.
It was more obvious to be such a flow than to see fire.
But it is possible that it is not.
What if you can get in without special skills, and you have a job where clothing and accommodation are guaranteed?
If I knew there was such a thing, who could accuse me of wanting to jump by accident?
The one who pops out of the house because of the earthquake is on his way.
That is undoubtedly an organization called the newly created Fontana Army last year.
If you join the army, you will be fed a place to live, a daily meal, and even clothes.
Naturally, you risk losing your life by throwing yourself into battle more than joining the army.
But there was once an anticipation that many would come without much concern about that.
Because I'm at the top of that Fontana Army so far without a loss, and I have a proven track record of low military wear and tear.
In other words, when winter is over, people are likely to gather in the city of Fontana.
First, go out into the city and look for work.
If that's how you have a job and can live steadily, that's fine.
Otherwise, I enlist in the army.
That way, there are a certain number of people who think they can eat for the time being.
But that could develop into a rather troublesome problem.
One lies in the fact that the Fontana army is not inexhaustibly recruiting soldiers.
Or we've already collected the necessary numbers by introducing conscription.
With more soldiers than we have now, that's all the more money the army needs, and it's going to squeeze its finances.
So if the city of Fontana can accept those who come into the influx, it's not so.
Because today the city of Fontana is an agglomeration point of distribution, where merchants operate to take out the eyes of living horses.
There may not be that many jobs where unschooled people who know nothing that has come out of the village can work satisfactorily.
What happens then?
People gathered in the city don't get a job, and they start wandering around in the city.
I mean, only in places like the Glades can you live, and then the next action you take is a crime.
People come out dyeing their hands at the criminal activity of stealing and killing.
Similar to this used to be Barca.
After I was recognized by Carlos as Lord of the Knights of Barca and gained territory.
At first the villages were two small territories, and then a few more villages were added, but still only a few small cavalier territories.
People came together there.
Same thing then.
My magic was used to hear that it was abundant, and the predators came from all over the place.
Both me and Mr. Maddock still remember when the village brought more and more people together on the level of thousands in several territories.
Especially not long after Vulcania, it was only inhabited by Vulcan villages.
An outsider who gathers more and more there.
Not that I can do any work in particular, and besides, a drifter who doesn't have land.
We were receptive to them at first, but more and more conflicts of opinion began between the original inhabitants and the flow from elsewhere.
Actually, at that time, I can tell you that territorial operations were experiencing a major crisis.
Immigrants who came shortly after the formation of the former inhabitants and the Vulcania and when they could still afford to accept people, as well as streamers who came after hearing about Barca's activity, should have had a rough time, too, Mr. Maddock, who was a judge.
Ultimately, flowers with no money or skills from outside were forced into the Barca army and managed to get over it in a way that made them absolutely abide by the rules.
"But is it going to be like that again this time? Unlike Barca at the time, the Lord now has influence over the entire territory of Fontana, so should we allocate people in moderation?"
"Right. If it's just inside Fontana, that might be fine. But this time, immigrants may come from other aristocratic lands. The impact of the earthquake was huge."
"I see. There are other aristocrats like you. It's going to be a lot of trouble."
"Right. If people gather above their limits in the city of Fontana, I thought I'd flush them down to the Arborest district, where the numbers dropped last year, but it sounds like they're a little reluctant to hear about Intermittents and Vargas and stuff too. I was wondering what's going on, and I'm going to have a headache right now."
"Fogh ho. Even though you still have a lot of hard work, your lord is. Well, try your best. Why don't we just build a new city and put the immigrants together again? That way, at least you won't be able to rub it with the existing residents."
"... I see, make a new city, huh? Perhaps that's a good idea."
If there are too many strangers in trouble, how about creating a city full of strangers?
It would be too forceful an opinion when it comes to coercion.
But there's no place to nod to that Mr. Maddock's opinion.
The same goes for work, because when land is involved, people really start having trouble developing into even killing each other.
With Mr. Maddock's advice, I started thinking about building a new city.