The Plantagenet Kingdom's military observation group set off in grand fashion. The short-statured marshal had courteously notified Murphy's side before his army departed. His intention was to let the crafty Murphy prepare to receive ten thousand armed blood thralls, fifty thousand rowdy soldiers, and all the scum and criminals in the prisons of East Prussia.
Though he was doing the same thing, Marshal Loren, a young dwarf in his seventies, was clearly not as shameless as those northern politicians.
He had never been friends with the people of Transia, but even he felt that what he was doing now was a little dishonorable.
He had expected his notice to make Murphy fly into a rage. Instead, the reply he received through the communication orb was remarkably calm. There was even a deep note of pleasure and anticipation in Murphy's tone, which made Marshal Loren wonder if the pressure of being governor had driven him mad.
Given the situation in Transia, what did a vampire governor have to be happy about?
Shouldn't he be desperately grasping at any chance to find himself an escape route before the conflict broke out?
Marshal Loren was completely baffled, but he didn't understand what this batch of "laborers" meant to Transia on every level.
Murphy and his administration had been plagued by labor shortages for a long time.
Though the arrival of the hillfolk and refugees had eased the situation, these people who "admired the king's rule and had come of their own accord" were precious to Murphy and Mirian. They would never bear to throw them into the Dark Baronies to dig holes or send them to build the highway from Count Cadman's lands to the Western Reach.
With the Black Calamity drawing near, Murphy was now desperate for a batch of "expendables."
And