After the hessian sack was torn open, a tinkling sound rang out~

Silver coins cascaded out.

The square fell silent for a moment.

Morgen's face was blank. Just a few dozen silver coins for betraying one's people?

Augustine also scratched his nose in embarrassment.

The Marmo's face was ashen.

He knew the ways of these nobles. No matter how much he gave them, they would always rob him as long as they found out he had anything of value.

This was his life's savings. He hid it in the wheat, thinking it would be safe, but it had still been found.

His heart was filled with unspeakable pain. He had been saving up this money so that he could buy seeds and tools to farm after the orcs left next year and he could return to his hometown. Without this money, he would not be able to survive.

He turned to look at his wife and children's expectant eyes, then turned away cruelly.

"My Lord, this is all my savings. If, if you want, I am willing to give it all to you."

Morgen's gaze met the Marmo's, locked on the creature's pained expression. A spark ignited within him, a flicker of defiance against the injustice unfolding. He cleared his throat, his voice ringing out with unexpected firmness.

"Hold there," he declared, stepping forward. "In Dawn City, private property is sacrosanct. Even the Holy Light Vampires cannot take what is yours without just cause."

Confusion washed over the scene. The Marmo, his eyes wide with disbelief, stared at Morgen as if he'd spoken a foreign language. "H-huh?" he stammered, the word barely escaping his trembling lips.

Morgen, himself surprised by his own boldness, met the stunned gazes. He knew little of this world's customs, yet something about the situation felt inherently wrong. A sense of duty, newly awakened, spurred him on.

"Here in Dawn City," he continued, his voice gathering strength, "no one, not even the Holy Light Blood Clan, can infringe upon your property. It's a tenet they uphold, a law they enforce. Whether vampire or human, anyone who attempts to steal from you within these walls faces their wrath."

He met the Marmo's gaze directly, his words carrying conviction. "You are safe here. No one can take what is rightfully yours."

A wave of relief washed over the Marmo's face, transforming his fear into astonishment. "Thank you, Lord! Thank you!" he cried, his voice thick with gratitude.

The Marmo carefully tucked the sack back into his fur, his trembling hands betraying the lingering fear. But as his gaze met Morgen's, a flicker of gratitude replaced the terror. A seed of trust, hesitant yet hopeful, began to sprout within him.

"Perhaps," he thought, "a new life here wasn't just a fantastical dream." Stability, a concept almost foreign to those who had lived through the war's relentless chaos, whispered promises of a brighter future.

Just as the embers of hope began to glow, Morgen's voice cut through the air, sharp and unexpected. "Hold on, friend. Our conversation isn't over."

The Marmo's expression faltered, the joy momentarily replaced by a flicker of apprehension. "M-My Lord, please forgive my intrusion. I am but a simple merchant, eager to follow your instructions."

Morgen's gaze held a curious intensity. "I understand your eagerness, but it's not just about following instructions. It's about understanding the rules of this sanctuary you've entered."

The Marmo, despite his newfound trust, couldn't shake the feeling of unease that crept into his chest. What hidden rules were there, unspoken and potentially perilous? The promise of safety now seemed laced with a thread of uncertainty.

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Morgen said sternly, "Don't look at me like that. No one will care about your little bit of money. According to the rules of Dawn City, civilians who join Dawn City will be allotted land once they reach adulthood. Although there are three of you, there are only two adults, so you will be given twenty acres of land. Take this piece of paper and wait for the land to be allotted in a few days. This will be the only proof of ownership. Don't lose it. If you lose it, you will lose the land."

The Marmo numbly took the certificate, his mind abuzz.

Twenty acres of land? Not only did the other party not want his silver coins, but they also wanted to give him land?

In Eric Town, most of the land belonged to the mayor, Marcos. He did not own an inch of land and relied on farming for Marcos to earn a meager living.

But now he was being told that he would be given twenty acres of land in this city.

Goddess above, I must be dreaming.

When the three members of the family received their identity certificates, the fear and anxiety in their hearts disappeared, replaced by anticipation.

A family of three could be allotted twenty acres of land.

Twenty acres! He swore that if the esteemed mage was really willing to reward him with so much land, then he would be willing to give everything he had.

Morgen did not continue the procedures after applying for the identity certificate for the Marmo. He waved his hand and asked the vampires next to him to handle it.

"Augustine, Harrison, do you understand?"

The two of them had been standing beside Morgen, watching him go through the procedures for the Marmo. They had witnessed the transformation of the Marmo's attitude with their own eyes.

"Lord, I think I know why you made such a plan. Humans will not always be hostile to us."

Harrison's somewhat feminine voice was filled with emotion. He had originally thought that even if humans were not afraid of vampires, it would still take a long time for them to truly accept vampires.

But he had not expected that in just ten minutes, this hostile and fearful human would undergo such a huge transformation.

Goddess of the Night above, the wisdom of the Patriarch must have been bestowed upon him by the God of Creation.

"Yes, the hatred between humans and vampires is not irreconcilable. More humans will join Dawn City in the future. This group of beings with very weak individual strength will burst out with unimaginable power when there are enough of them. The future of the Vampire Clan cannot be separated from humans. I hope you can truly understand how to manage humans and interact with them. The Holy Light Vampire Clan is the new Vampire Clan. Don't look at this matter with those old and decadent concepts."

Morgen seized the opportunity to instill his ideas into the vampires around him. The current results seemed to be quite good.

The second generation of blood descendants were all changing.

The remaining three generations of blood descendants needed the second generation of vampires to preach to them, although they had not yet done so.

But Morgen believed that this would happen naturally in the near future.

Especially when the vampires discovered the hidden power of humans.

Being able to occupy most of the fertile land on this main plane with dozens of powerful races spoke to the potential of humans.

As the magic bats continued to land, more and more people gathered in the square.

There were more than 400 magic bats that could only pick up 700 humans at a time. They could pick them all up in a single trip.

All that was left were some belongings and food.

Morgen had no interest in these things at all after experiencing what had just happened, so he did not care what was in these people's backpacks.

Although ten registration points were operating at the same time, the process was not fast.

After all the hundreds of people had registered, a light appeared in the sky.

The Goddess of the Night lifted her skirt and dawn arrived.

With the last human's registration being completed, the first batch of humans had officially joined Dawn City.

Although it would take a long time for these people to truly integrate, at least they had made a good start.

Under everyone's gaze, Morgen climbed onto the high platform in the center of the square.

This was the highest point in the square. It had been designed by the humans who had once built the castle. The reason was that some nobles liked to stand tall and look down at the common people and make some disgusting remarks.

But today's scene was destined to be different from the past and might even become an unforgettable memory for everyone present.

"My people, welcome to your new home - Dawn City."

Morgen stood on the high platform and looked down. Today he was wearing a blue silver-lined mage robe and his tall figure exuded an extraordinary aura.

His ancient aristocratic temperament was like a glass of red wine brewed for twenty years, making people unable to help but admire it.

His facial features were like a masterpiece carved by the god of craftsmen who spent countless lives and energy. He had the handsomeness that all the opposite sex expected.

His striking good looks instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Looking at the hostile, suspicious, fearful, and uneasy eyes below, Morgen smiled slightly in his heart.

Those people had only fear and suspicion in their eyes, but half an hour later, these people would completely become his subordinates because I decided to tell a lie.

Although I have told countless lies in my life, I think this one is the most perfect...