Li Ang had not expected to be this lucky. The largest lord in the county turned out to be an old acquaintance of his "parents."
But on second thought, it made sense—he could not bear only the disasters brought by this body while being unable to enjoy any of its benefits, could he?
It was just that Godric clearly did not want to get too deeply involved. At most, he would offer whatever care he could and would not be able to help much.
After all, he himself had practically been exiled to the frontier. He had guarded the border at White Deer Fortress for over twenty years, with glorious military achievements but no promotion in rank or title. He was probably not well regarded, either.
Moreover, White Deer Fortress itself was likely not wealthy. It was surrounded by mountains and forests, with little farmland and underdeveloped commerce. Its population was only a few thousand.
That population was more than enough to support Li Ang's "unavoidable-route business plan." But White Deer Fortress was such a large castle, with nearly a thousand defenders inside. Its consumption must have been considerable, and its defenses were constantly being expanded. It could not have been easy for Godric to sustain it all with a small frontier town.
So the baron actually lived rather simply. That much was clear from the furnishings in his room.
After completing the registration of the coat of arms, Godric brought Li Ang to a crude barracks outside the castle.
"These people fled here from Ailedge. White Deer Fortress has no extra room to accommodate them, so take them back and rebuild your homeland."
The barracks held a huge group of refugees—at least a hundred people.
It seemed that most of Ailedge's surviving refugees had fled to the nearest White