"They're here. Let me use Ground Spike!"
"No, watch me. I'll cool them down with Blizzard!"
"It's the height of summer. That'd be going too easy on them. Let's use Flame Storm and add fuel to the fire!"
Watching the approaching spear phalanx, the Card Players showed no fear. Instead, they were joking around.
"Quiet!"
"Hold!"
The captains' reprimands rang out one after another.
The Card Players' discipline still needed improvement, but their courage no longer needed encouragement.
The order soon came down: use Sleep Spell...
Ground Spike and the like were too cruel... mainly because they made it difficult to capture prisoners.
In the feudal age, the overall population was still small.
The reason there was never enough food and the population always seemed too large was simply that the lords' grain lacked any means of distribution. They were unwilling to hand it out for free to feed the poor.
But now, Lancelot did not worry about having too many people.
The clever Card Players had now created a side profession for everyone: raising rats and catching rats.
One rat could earn 0.1 chips, or even less, but they were numerous and reproduced quickly.
A litter could have more than ten or twenty pups, and after half a year, the newborns would reach breeding age as well.
Food was plentiful, and the mortality rate was low.
Still, only the most lowly people were willing to do this work. Even petty peddlers with a little standing refused to do it.
People regarded rats as magical beasts.
In truth, they were only separated from magical beasts by a layer of skin.
The various germs they carried were no less dangerous than magical beasts.
Only slaves could do this work.
They also had to raise them far from human settlements.
They needed