[Rowan POV]
“Sir Rowan! Quick get healers, this child needs help!”
The mercenary Zen said as he was carrying a boy in his arms.
I immediately called the healers to treat the boy.
“What happened to him?”
“He stole some medicine for the apothecary. The guards and the owner were beating him so I had to intervene. Will he be okay?”
“You did good Zen. I’ll pay for the medicine he stole later.”
“He will be okay, guild master.”
Zen breathed a sigh of relief hearing that from one of the healers. After a short moment, the boy woke up.
“Hi, I’m Amari the one who healed you. Tell me if anything else hurts.”
But the boy immediately knelt in front of us.
“Please… help my sister!”
He begged us.
Amari and Zen went to the slums to pick his sister up. Bringing her over to our building.
“Whoa…”
The healer exclaimed.
“What’s wrong with her?”
“… this could be big… she is suffering from mana implosion… she has an absurd amount of mana.”
“Can she be treated?”
“Yes Zen, she can. Marco, can you check if we have stabilizers in storage?”
“Wait… child… that potion… how did you know kid?”
“I knew she had a problem when it comes to mana overflow, our mother had too so I figured she needed stabilizers.”
“But stabilizers are usually used not as medicine but for material crafting. So why would you try and give it to her?”
“I knew that but I theorized that since the effect is too strong maybe it can be diluted and by adding salt, it can allow an easier passage in the body.”
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“Incredible…”
“Miss Amari?”
“That child… he came to the same conclusion as his highness…”
“What?”
“You’re a genius… umm, what’s your name again?”
“Jacob… and my sister is named Sammy.”
“Well Jacob…”
We can’t let such a talent rot in this place.
“How would you like a job?”
The village can benefit a lot from him. Unknowingly, Luke just changed the story.
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We began our journey home. It wasn’t a smooth one though, along the way even at the capital many nobles complained because of taking their slum population away, stating robbery but we didn’t pay any heed. If we did, these people would starve during winter.
We wouldn’t be able to face the Prince if we allowed that to happen.
Those nobles who tried to stop us knew that we had 100 platinum coins from the recent dragon sale. They just wanted a piece of that. We used Miss Cynthia as a shield though.
When we entered the Romwell Marquisate they tried to stop us from entering too, thinking we would bring almost 20,000 people to their city, but no, we skipped it.
Along the way villages that are almost decimated by the current war decided to join us, they can no longer bear the current situation. Ballooning us to 30,000.
In comparison, Roella had 10,000 residents, while Romwell had 50,000. This would mean with more than 35,000 people, Neverwinter would be a major city in the Northwest.
I did not want to burden the Prince so I bought enough provisions using three platinum coins.
But unfortunately, we could not save everyone. By the time we got to some towns many had already died from sickness or starvation, but to honor their loved ones, I decided to bury them in the village.
At the very least even in death, you and your loved ones find a home.
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The Prince was not happy when we got to the village. Not because of the people I brought but because of how many died. For 3 days the Prince did not sleep. He treated everyone alongside the mages.
I hear they worked the bone, yet none complained. How could they when the Prince has not even eaten while treating everyone? How could they when the Prince, instead of resting, made houses for everyone?
What rights did they have?
Many aides and mercenaries gritted their teeth, even Miss Cynthia for not being able to help the Prince.
They were sent to gather as much meat and provisions for winter. And they brought back a lot. They found a dungeon which they hunted minotaurs from, enabling the village to have a stable amount of protein. Everyone was fed but yet they weren’t happy. The prince has yet to eat or rest.
“Your Highness, you should rest.”
“Not yet, there’s still some work to do, it’s going to get cold soon.”
He responds… Always.
Some refugees started complaining that they were cold and demanded some housing, most of them from the towns. Causing the local population to be enraged.
“You people have no right to talk like that!”
“Say that again and I’ll beat you up!”
“Go back from where you came from then!”
The local population retorted.
“It’s true isn’t it that the child has no idea what he’s doing. He’ll let us die!”
“I should not have come here knowing your Lord is a child!”
“If my child dies then it’s on him!”
“Making us share houses with other families is not fair while the others get their housing!”
“I should have sold my children instead of dealing with an incompetent Lord like this!”
Despite this… the Prince kept working.
I regret making him work like this… I hated it. Scratch what I said earlier, I wanted them dead.