The Druids Are Here
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
After the Black Sand Gang spread news of Roland's need for workers throughout the city, the bottom-level folks were all caught up in disbelief.
It was because they had never experienced such a thing before in their whole lives.
When they were drafted by the nobles to work, they would at best be given a piece of black bread, which was made of the crust of grains and some flour, after a whole day of work. They were often hungry after only four hours.
Most of the time, the drafted workers had to prepare their own food.
More importantly, the drafting of their noble lord was mandatory. They had to come, and if they couldn't complete their work in time, they would either be hanged or have one of their limbs severed.
After all, by the laws of this kingdom, all the civilians living on a fief were essentially the belongings of their lord.
But now… the Magic Tower was offering food and wheat for the workers, and the task was not even mandatory.