Half a year passed quietly. The former small village had transformed into a bustling town, its architectural style almost identical to that of ancient China. At first glance, one might even mistake it for having traveled to ancient China rather than Overlord.
Within the grand and towering City Lord's Mansion, a majestic figure stood steadily on the terrace, gazing out at the pedestrians coming and going through the town.
This city, forged from everyone's hard work, was named Chang'an. Amid this chaotic age, it was humanity's solid fortress.
"Lord Sikong Zhen, another group has come to seek refuge with us today. There are roughly a hundred people. Judging by their appearance, they should be refugees."
"Mm. You needn't report such matters to me. Arrange them yourselves."
"Understood. But recently, more and more humans have come to join us. I'm worried that the overall situation may not be optimistic..."
"You needn't worry about that. You only need to handle internal affairs properly, understand, Wilmot?"
"I understand. I was merely concerned." Wilmot answered respectfully. As Sikong Zhen's deputy, he cared deeply about Chang'an City's safety.
Rota clasped his hands behind his back and said slowly, "I understand your concerns. The Demi-humans' recent uprisings have indeed become much more frequent, but remember this: Chang'an will never fall!"
Hearing Sikong Zhen's commanding and dignified declaration, Wilmot felt incomparably reassured, and his final trace of concern vanished with it.
That was Sikong Zhen's lofty standing in everyone's hearts. As long as Sikong Zhen was present, there was no hardship they could not overcome.
After reporting his work, Wilmot left Sikong Zhen's office. Rota watched his departing back and let out a deep sigh. This kid still had a long way to go before becoming an outstanding deputy.
Wilmot, the old village chief's grandson, was a