In the City of Dawn, a comprehensive power structure is yet to be established due to limited resources. As a result, the city is divided into three primary sections.
Externally, the city focuses on acquiring population through plundering and engaging in trade with Green City.
Plundering the population will be the main focus for the foreseeable future, given the City of Dawn's isolated location amidst the mountains. Reaching the city is a challenge, even for flying monsters, making plundering the only viable option in the short term.
Expanding the population through natural reproduction will take an extensive period, a luxury Morgen cannot afford.
Trade with Green City primarily involves acquiring various essential living supplies. Currently, Dawn City lacks the manufacturing capacity to engage in reciprocal trade.
However, this connection holds immense importance. For necessities like food, tools, and clothing, Dawn City will rely on Green City's production systems for the time being.
Morgen will personally oversee these two areas, as delegating them to others poses significant risks.
For instance, any vampire other than Morgen entering Green City runs the risk of being discovered and killed by powerful mages.
The Department of People's Welfare assumes vital importance, comparable to that of the Department of Foreign Affairs. Its role extends beyond providing basic necessities like food, clothing, and shelter.
In the short term, the Department of People's Welfare must ensure the successful integration of refugees into the City of Dawn.
Responsibilities entrusted to this department are not overwhelming and can be effectively managed by the second-generation bloodline descendants.
Despite their long lifespans, these vampires still possess individual abilities and pride.
The final piece of the puzzle is the Department of Magic. Currently, the City of Dawn has a limited population, with only around 200 capable fighters. However, Morgen envisions the Department of Magic becoming the most powerful department in the future.
Therefore, it is necessary to establish it as a separate and independent entity.
Morgen recognizes the limitations of his idea, given his lack of experience in management. Nevertheless, he has put in a lot of thought and effort to come up with this structure.
His true passion lies in studying mysterious magic in the Mage Tower rather than handling tedious managerial tasks. However, the lack of capable individuals leaves him with no choice but to push the City of Dawn forward on his own.
Meanwhile, the crisis looming over the players adds to the urgency and prevents him from slowing down.
After listening to Morgen's explanation, Harrison and Augustine remained silent for a considerable time. Previously, the city had operated under a single structure, with Morgen issuing orders and the others following them without question. Now, the prospect of establishing new departments and authorities warranted careful consideration.
While vampires do not possess the same level of power desire as humans, everyone recognizes that these newly formed departments will undoubtedly form the core of the entire City of Dawn in the future.
Taking charge of a department would significantly elevate their status and provide substantial benefits.
With their extensive life experience, Harrison and Augustine can quickly grasp the inherent advantages.
"Clan Leader, we follow your orders," Harrison declared decisively after Morgen concluded his speech.
Regardless of whether the idea was sound or flawed, he would unconditionally execute Morgen's orders. The loyalty ingrained in the bloodline compels him to do so.
"As you wish, Your Majesty the First Ancestor," Augustine said, bowing with one hand resting on his chest. His black leather windbreaker swayed in the breeze, exuding an air of elegance and aristocratic charm.
This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings.
A smile spread across Morgen's face. Over time, he had become increasingly aware of the profound influence of the ancestor's bloodline on thevampire clan.
The attribute of constant loyalty displayed on the system panel was not an illusion. The vampires trusted him implicitly and were willing to dedicate themselves to his cause. This level of devotion was difficult to achieve in human cities.
In a human city, such significant changes and reforms would inevitably spark opposition.
However, things are different in the Vampire Clan. Morgen reigns supreme as the sole master. Once he issues an order, the loyal vampires will carry it out regardless of its practicality.
This realization emboldened him to take action.
Morgen proceeded to provide Harrison and Augustine with a thorough explanation of the city hall's operations and the purpose of each department.
……..
Patriel's gaze lingered on his son's sleeping face, a quiet sigh escaping his lips as he settled on the edge of the bed. The familiar ache in his stomach, a gnawing reminder of the day and night he'd gone without food, was overshadowed by a deeper pang in his heart.
The orc invasion had been the catalyst, sending fear coursing through his veins like wildfire. He'd fled, leaving behind his meager savings – five gold coins and two emeralds, a lifetime's worth of scraping by. Now, they were gone, as inconsequential as dust in the face of this new threat.
But fear wasn't the only emotion swirling within him. When Recker's militia had announced their plan to rob the noble master, a flicker of defiance had ignited in Patriel's chest. Yet, as he looked at his son, Patrill, barely six years old, with his messy brown hair and innocent sleep, that flicker had sputtered and died.
He knew the cost of dissent. He'd seen it firsthand on the streets of Green City, the way beggars who dared raise their voices against the noble lord were silenced forever. The image of their lifeless bodies, a stark warning etched in his memory, sent a tremor through him.
So, fear had morphed into something more insidious – a suffocating dread that coiled around his heart. It was the fear of not just for himself, but for the fragile life entrusted to his care. Patriel closed his eyes, the weight of his responsibility pressing down on him like a mountain. He didn't know what the future held, but he knew he had to protect his son, even if it meant swallowing his fear and bending to the will of the militia.
Patriel's heart pounded against his ribs, fear a tight fist around his throat. The First Ancestor, a towering behemoth with eyes like burning embers, had arrived just as Recker's rebellion sputtered on its last legs.
"Did you see that?" His son, Patrill, whispered, eyes wide with awe and terror in equal measure. "It ripped the Warlord's head off like a melon!"
Patriel swallowed, forcing down the bile of dread. "It's... it's not over yet, son." He lied, his voice shaky. Recker's defiance had been their beacon of hope, now extinguished by this monstrous entity.
They scurried into the shadows, seeking sanctuary within the weathered walls of the church. Patrill clung to his hand, his small fingers digging in with white-knuckled fear. The legends whispered of these creatures, bloodthirsty monsters called vampires. Would they find them here?
Hours crawled by, punctuated by the muffled sounds of the city in turmoil. Yet, no monstrous figure breached the church's doors. Exhaustion finally claimed Patrill, his breathing settling into a soft sleep.
Patriel, however, remained vigilant, his gaze flitting towards the stained-glass windows. Then, a figure materialized outside. Not the hulking monstrosity he dreaded, but a woman, her crimson eyes surprisingly gentle.
"Little one," she spoke, her voice surprisingly soft. "We mean you no harm."
Patriel's breath hitched. This wasn't the bloodthirsty monster he'd imagined. He watched, wary but intrigued, as she spoke of a "Holy Light Clan," not the vampires of legend. They offered protection, not violence.
Doubt warred with hope within him. Could these creatures, so different from the terrifying stories, be telling the truth? As he watched them interact with the townspeople, offering aid and rebuilding efforts, a sliver of that hope began to grow.
Patriel knew he couldn't let fear cloud his judgment. He owed it to Patrill, to himself, to see what this "Holy Light Clan" truly represented. He had to choose, not just for himself, but for the future they might share in this strange, new world.
This revelation offered Patriel a glimmer of hope, but still, fear of conspiracy lingered in his heart.
The First Ancestor did not present them with a choice; instead, he directed them to mount the back of a colossal bat, even larger than the Church itself, and embarked on an overnight journey.
By the grace of the Goddess of Life, they had likely left the Nolan country and ventured into the remote orc country.
Upon reaching the mysterious lair known as the City of Dawn, Patriel encountered another surprise.
This place was not the eerie and sinister den he had imagined but a bright and spacious city.
Furthermore, these monsters did not engage in any bloodshed; instead, they promised to allocate land and houses to everyone.
The City of Dawn official, whose initial allotment was ten acres of land, granted Patriel an additional five acres since he had a child.
At that moment, he could hardly contain his astonishment.
Initially, he harbored skepticism about this promise, but after attending the city lord's seminar and witnessing how he and his son were provided with a clean and comfortable room, his thoughts gradually changed.
He began to envision a promising future.
If the promises made by the city lord of the Holy Light Clan were genuine—a place free from war monsters, where everyone could own land and children could access knowledge and magic—then he would willingly reside here, even alongside a coven of vampires.
Patriel stared at his son on the bed and resolved to embrace this new life.
A knock on the door interrupted his contemplation.
"Old Pat, Are you in there?"