Chapter 46: Daniels Village
Yara led the horse, accompanied by her guards.
“Monk George, what do you think of this place?” she asked.
Today, George had arrived at Daniels Village, and Yara had come to welcome him.
“Brother Cicero, what do you think?” George turned to ask Cicero, who had come along.
Yara also looked over; in her eyes, Cicero was a handsome young man.
However, his body was too thin and weak, not a warrior.
Or perhaps, such a Cicero matched her image of a monk.
“Not bad, but I’ll go take a closer look first.” Saying this, Cicero quickly ran ahead.
After Cicero had gone far.
“This Brother Cicero, what is his background?” Yara asked.
“He is a monk of the Flower Church,” George replied.
“I mean before he became a monk.”
“I don’t know.” George shook his head. “But after he underwent baptism, he became a monk of the Flower Church.”
“All right.” Yara gave up on further questioning, only able to speculate in her heart whether this person had some connection with the lord.
She thought of the reason Sir Helvin had initiated war against the Lundex territory.
“How is the reconstruction of Daniels Village?” she asked George with some pride.
“Very good.” George nodded.
This village was established under the leadership of the Daniels family, and from the beginning, it had been planned as a village for five hundred people.
This was also part of Yara’s hidden ambition.
“But is the Daniels family’s residence to be placed at the very center?” George looked at the most prominent and largest building in the village.
“Oh, that’s not the Daniels family’s residence.” Yara smiled. “It’s the village’s administrative hall. It’s just that the Daniels family’s residence hasn’t been completed yet, so we’re temporarily living there.”
Although, this temporary stay might last a lifetime.
Yara wouldn’t allow anyone to reap the fruits she had nurtured.
“After all, the Daniels family is currently the tax official and captain of the guard here.”
This reason was quite sufficient.
“Once the sanctuary construction begins, will there be a shortage of manpower? If so, I can help,” George said.
After Yara had issued a notice, nearly thirty people had been recruited for the sanctuary’s construction, all from Daniels Village.
“No, no need.” Yara smiled. “Thanks to the merciful lord, because of the lord’s decree, some refugees from outside are willing to live in the village.”
Although most were her planted agents, only a few were genuine refugees.
“Perhaps by next spring, when these integrated people form families and have newborns, the village population could reach four hundred.” Yara was truly happy; four hundred people would no longer be considered a small village.
The only regret was that there wasn’t a knight in the family. If there were, this village would truly become the cornerstone of the Daniels family, and some matters wouldn’t need to be so concealed.
“That’s good news.” George also smiled. “May they live more happily in the village.”
Life hiding outside wasn’t comfortable for refugees; they had to compete with beasts for food and be wary of guards and bandits.
“Ha ha.” Yara just laughed.
“Monk George, have you considered marriage?” Yara suddenly asked.
“We have quite a few Daniels girls at the right age for marriage.”
“If Monk George is willing, I can help introduce someone.”
George shook his head without hesitation. “Sorry, Miss Yara, I have already decided to devote myself entirely to serving the Lord, to uphold the faith of the Lord for life, and to spread the gospel of the Lord.”
“That’s a pity.” Yara sighed. “Those Daniels girls who admire Monk George will be very sad to hear this.”
“They will find their true love.” George responded.
“Ha ha, perhaps.” Yara laughed. “But Daniels girls can’t choose their marriage partners based solely on their own whims.”
“At the very least, the person must be a warrior.”
“Among these new refugees, aren’t there such warriors?” George could see many strong men among those carrying wood and stones bare-chested, and their eyes occasionally glanced over.
“There is such a person.” Yara said. “His name is Fur Gutiérrez.”
“Gutiérrez?” George was a bit surprised.
“Yes, he is a descendant of a noble who was stripped of his title.” Yara nodded.
“Why would such a person choose to become a refugee?”
The lord was quite willing to take in such fallen nobles; some officials in the town were originally nobles who had fallen and were recruited by Sir Helvin.
“Perhaps out of compassion for those who followed him.” Yara said. “He protected a group of refugees.”
Of course, to say it like this—could she directly say that Fur led a group of people to engage in banditry outside?
As for why Fur didn’t seek the lord’s protection, Yara also found it strange.
Fur explained to her that it was because his family had some past grievances with the lord’s family.
Yara naturally didn’t believe this, so she was somewhat wary of Fur.
Those with a bit of power knew that as long as there were interests involved, even if they had fought to the death yesterday, they could sit together today and drink honey wine with smiles.
Not to mention the nobles.
“He is truly a kind person.” George praised. “May the Lord protect him.”
“Ha ha, perhaps after a while he will settle in the village, and then you can have a drink of honey wine together.” Yara said. “This time, I have already negotiated cooperation with the town’s brewery, and the village tavern will also have honey wine available.”
“Then it will take some time.” George said apologetically. “Although the priest asked the Daniels family to help build a small church, I think it would be more appropriate for me to build this church with my own hands.”
“That will take some time.” Yara advised. “The Daniels family are also devout believers.”
“Yes, it will take a lot of time. If I had the help of the Daniels family, it would be completed faster, but this is my time to show my devotion to the Lord.” George said. “This is also my practice.”
“Moreover, the village’s construction still needs the strength of the Daniels family.”
“All right.” Yara didn’t persuade further.
“Okay, let’s do it here.” Cicero ran over, holding a piece of parchment.
“This is the blueprint for the small church.” He said. “You can build it according to this.”
“It’s all basic structures; there shouldn’t be any mistakes. Of course, if you have questions, just come to me.”
“Or, ask the people here.” Cicero glanced at Yara.
“This village is built quite well.”
“Thank you for your praise.” Yara instinctively bowed in thanks.
“It’s nothing; you did a good job.” After speaking, Cicero looked at George. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll head back first.”
Cicero still had the construction of the sanctuary on his mind.
After Cicero left, Yara realized her behavior and was secretly surprised.
“…Miss Yara.” George’s hesitant voice brought Yara back to her thoughts.
“What is it?”
“Could you arrange for a craftsman to explain what’s depicted on this blueprint?” George looked a bit embarrassed. “I can’t understand this drawing.”
“Ha ha ha, of course, no problem.”