It was worth mentioning that when Chu Guang opened the Survivor Daily of Settlement No. 1, Ahrman's team had not yet docked. They had only just passed North Island in the southern seas.
Due to increasingly fierce competition in the industry, the branch office had rushed to secure timely news by writing yesterday evening's front-page headline in advance and completing the printing.
More than five thousand immigrants from the western side of the Central Continent.
That was nearly one-twentieth of Settlement No. 1's current population!
And they were Velanders.
Considering The Alliance's current strategic hostility toward the Southern Legion, this enormous group of immigrants was inherently newsworthy—not to mention the thousands of tons of gold.
At a breakfast stall not far from the docks, several dockworkers in hard hats clicked their tongues in amazement as they read the news in the paper.
A few of them were Velanders.
Compared to wastelanders from the eastern provinces, they were the most sensitive to gold.
"Over a thousand tons of gold... How many denars would that be?!"
"At the smallest denomination of five grams... over a thousand tons would be at least two hundred million!"
A Velander who had once served in the Eastern Legion could not help but sigh.
"Damn... those guys in the south really are rich."
In the Eastern Legion, gold was generally held by manor owners with vast tracts of land.
These people were usually military nobles. They were either active ten-thousand commanders who had been granted land, or had someone in their family who had once served as a ten-thousand commander.
In that regard, the Southern Legion did indeed possess a certain institutional advantage over the Eastern Legion.
Their wealth did not depend on land, but more on mines and factories.
What was more, the Southern Legion's gold