A moment of silence passed.

Alan Pendragon’s voice was then heard once more.

“What does the chief of Riverbelt think?”

“Yes, Ah, well, we’re fine. I will follow the will of the Pendragon family.”

Bilbo answered with great anxiousness.

“Is that so? I see. Well, it seems Bearville and Setin Village share the same thoughts as Pala. But I don’t know if I’m going to be able to do those things… What are you planning to do then?”

Robinson gave a slight flinch before slowly raising his head.

“Then we ask you just for the tax reduction and give autonomy to our three villages. We don’t have enough people to build joint farms, so we will set up our farmland and pay you thirty percent taxes for three years.”

“……”

Pendragon remained silent. Bilbo gulped and looked around at the situation.

Unless one was a fool, it was evident that the village heads were threatening Alan Pendragon with the labor that their villages could supply.

‘Heehee. What can you do? You’ll have no choice but to agree to our request. It’s not like you can kill us all because you don’t want to comply.’

Robinson and the two heads gave a sly grin, their heads still bowed low. Alan Pendragon was still a mere child and he wouldn’t be able to turn down their requests so easily.

Even if the mills and the mines were reopened, they had no use if there weren’t any workers to run them. It didn’t...