Firstheart City.
After Angel left, Frod personally began arranging personnel, preparing to receive a new batch of residents.
Before long, the area around the location Angel had previously decided on was filled with staff.
The staff had long grown used to newcomers arriving in Firstheart City from time to time. Even the ordinary residents were accustomed to it.
However, it was very rare for so many people to arrive at once.
Watching this group of people in servant uniforms suddenly appear in the temporarily cleared plaza, all the staff began preparing to record their information.
Meanwhile, these "newcomers" were completely unlike those who had come before, and a commotion began to rise among them.
"Where is this? Why are we here?"
"This is bad. I had an appointment with a patient. It's already getting so dark—I wonder if I can make it back in time. Can someone tell me, is this Waterford?"
"Doctor Dink, this seems to be Waterford. Although I haven't been to Waterford in a long time, I recognize the Ocean Theater in the distance. But why does the street layout feel different?"
"Where are my sheep? Where are my sheep?"
"Falandu, why are you still worrying about sheep at a time like this?"
"But I was sleeping with my sheep earlier. Now that my sheep are gone, how am I supposed to explain it to the Viscount when I go back?" The one speaking was Falandu, the shepherd, his heart brimming with grievance.
Everyone was shouting in surprise when a female knight in leather armor suddenly barked, "All of you, shut up first!"
At her voice, everyone fell silent. The speaker was Swatch, the Viscount's combat instructor and the female knight of the central garden. Within Pat Manor, her prestige was second only to Mana, the head