louisehourcade Chapter 259 Darkness
Chapter 259 Darkness
After solving the thorns, Ronan called on everyone to continue distributing supplies and subsidies to the next residents.Erison Harbor City is neither big nor small. There are tens of thousands of people. This job has been busy from daytime to evening before it is fully released.
After the distribution was over, Ronan encouraged the staff of the City Lord's Mansion, and then ended his first day as acting City Lord amidst the gratitude of all the servants.
But he still has to be free, because the next thing is the main event!
"How's the statistics going?" Ronan sat on the main seat at the banquet as usual, looked at a tall and thin man on the right, and asked with his eyes. The latter immediately put down the spoon in his hand and stood up to salute. He replied: "Master City Master, the method you taught is very subtle. According to the method you taught, we conducted basic inquiries to the residents who came to receive subsidies, and we have initially established what you said. The family files of the households have found out the background of most of the families... The remaining unqualified fishermen who did not come to receive subsidies and some fishermen who have gone to sea, we will continue to follow up to ensure that before tomorrow, all of them The statistics are complete."
The person who spoke was Agatha, and his job was to be a scribe. His job was to record the various policies formulated by the city lord for the entire city every year, to record the actions of the city lord, and to implement the policies.
This was originally a noble and vacant position, and Agatha was appointed to this position because he was born as a minor nobleman, and with some knowledge of mathematics and writing.
Before Ronan came, he had a lot of free time in this position, and it was completely a position for empty pay, so Ronan couldn't see him being idle, and directly arranged for him to do census and statistics work.
To say that this is the most important resource for a city?
That must be the population!
Because, with the population, there will be a labor force!Only with labor can there be consumption!And with consumption, there will be corresponding functional scenes such as the market!
Therefore, in Ronan's eyes, the most precious resource of Orison Harbor City is not the rich fishery, the geographical location adjacent to the giant mangrove forest rich in various rare magic plants, and the unique climate conditions—it is the people!
In Ronan's eyes, only the population is the most fundamental heritage and resource of a city!
Therefore, on the first day of taking office, Ronan did not launch various campaigns and measures with great fanfare. Instead, he first selected some talented people, first established a municipal team, and then conducted population statistics.
Facts have proved that Ronan's move is correct.
When Lexi and other senior citizens in Harbor City got the stack of well-organized resident survey forms, they were deeply shocked!
Similar thoughts have appeared in the minds of these managers, but they are limited by education and background, and they cannot compare with Ronan, who is proficient in making various statistical tables.
So, relying on this set of data tables, everyone admired Ronan even more, and also became more jealous!
This night, the guests and the host had a good time.
However, for a city, where there is light, there is also darkness. Under this radiant bright side, there are masses of dense darkness!
The Harbor City is near the sea, and there are buildings, rooms, large and small wooden huts, and the fishermen who live here live by the sea.
As a city by the sea, Orison Harbor City is most famous for its seafood and fishery!Here, you can say that you can't eat delicious white bread, and you can't drink mellow wine, but you can't say that you can't eat delicious sea fish.
Every sunset and early morning, fishing boats of all sizes welcome in this small port, carrying tanned fishermen one by one, and in their trunks, there are rich rewards for going to sea.
There is a small island not far from the port. There are no plants on the island. There are some sea otters that like to bask in the sun and seagulls that eat carrion. One of the lighthouses.
At the top of the lighthouse, a light inspector was climbing up the long stairs to hand over work to his colleagues, and he loosened his neck, followed the path his colleagues came up, and returned to the interior of the lighthouse.
A kerosene lamp was lit inside the lighthouse. Under the dim light, there were a few mixed races of winter people and mangrove aborigines. Of course, they were obviously not the talkers. The talkers were hidden under the kerosene light from the beginning to the end. In the dark place that could not be reached, there was only a sharp breath that stabbed the nerves of several people from time to time.
The leader of the mixed races is the manager of this lighthouse. The so-called manager is No. 1 appointed by the City Lord's Mansion to patrol the lighthouse. Although his position is not high, he is quite famous among the people of Harbor City.
Harbor City is close to the sea, and almost every midsummer will be hit by storms from the depths of the sea, so after brainstorming, the big shots in the city build a circle of lighthouses on a circle of small islands and reefs outside Harbor City.
These lighthouses represent Harbor City's watch over the sea, and in a sense they can be regarded as the first line of defense for the residents of Harbor City to survive.
Therefore, for those who manage the lighthouse, the residents of Harbor City naturally have some respect for them.
What the big shots in the city didn't expect was that the lighthouse manager whom he personally appointed was also bought by the natives!
In the darkness, the unseen aborigine made an obscure voice. This is the aboriginal language of the mangrove aborigines, and there is no extreme dialect that cannot be learned well in ten or eight years.
After listening to this passage, the headed middle-aged mixed-race man turned his head back in horror, shook his head and refused, "No way! We have managed to integrate into Harbor City! We have gained the trust of the upper echelon...you do this You are crossing the river and tearing down the bridge!"
The native in the darkness seemed to have expected this, and instead of making a sound, he threw a bloody head directly, causing the latter to fall to the ground with horror on his face.
The middle-aged mixed-race man recognized it with the help of the kerosene lamp that kept shaking, and it was his brother!Unexpectedly, it has been poisoned!
The aborigine in the darkness spoke a few obscure aboriginal language again, then opened the window, and disappeared into the boundless night, like a ghost that eluded people.
These are the skills that the natives who have been in war all year round are good at, and it is also the most fundamental reason why most residents of Harbor City are afraid.
Because these aborigines have no law in their hearts, they regard human life as worthless...and even eat people!
Not long after the natives disappeared.
A figure reappeared in the darkness, slowly looking at the middle-aged mixed-race man who fell on the ground.
"You did very well!"
said the man in the dark.
(PS: It’s been updated! Thank you for your support. I’ll see if I can update another chapter tonight! I’m really sorry! I don’t have much energy and time to think about the plot and codewords during special times. I’m sorry everyone! Yesterday’s daily receipt About 40 yuan, worth one day's rent, thank you everyone!)