Suleiman listened silently, tapping his fingers on the table unconsciously.
He knows that what Olivier said is right, he must find a way to maintain expenditure, but the most important thing now is to stabilize.
Before we can talk about the follow-up, a riot that may break out among three thousand people can directly paralyze the territory.
After a long time, he spoke. His voice was not loud, but it made everyone quiet down. "Gold Dragon is not a problem."
"What we have to do now is stabilize the territory."
"Everything can be started from scratch."
He stood up.
"Tomorrow, I will go to the refugee camp to establish order."
"Of course, the establishment of order is inevitably accompanied by violence."
In Council Chamber, Olivier, Roslyn, Lushen, Bryn, Evelyn and others looked at the figure of Suleiman. Although they did not know what kind of violence it was, they felt at ease for some reason.
Early in the morning, Suleiman didn't stop for a moment and directly ordered Bryn, Lushen and Olivier with more than 40 riders from the territory,
Heading towards the refugee camp where the problem is most concentrated.
Horse hooves trampled on the dry dirt road, raising a burst of choking dust.
Suleiman turned to look at the three people.
His voice clearly reached the ears of Bryn, Lushen and Olivier beside him. "Remember, listen to my orders at any time."
The three of them tightened their grip on the reins and nodded solemnly upon hearing this.
Before the sound could be heard, a burst of noise suddenly came from the front.
A group of Suleiman soldiers were blocked in the middle of the road. The chainmail armors of some of them were still stained with dried blood from Willow Town. At this moment, their faces had an extremely angry look.
Like a herd of enraged bulls, they formed a circle around a woman, yelling and cursing loudly, pressing their hands tightly on the handles of their weapons.
It was so hard that it made a squeaking sound when it was grasped by the hand.
Suleiman reined in the reins, and the cavalry behind them stopped uniformly.
Lushen stepped forward and shouted in a deep voice, "What's going on!"
"Why so messy!"
When the soldiers blocking the road saw the lord's flag, the rioting crowd immediately separated a road.
When the officer headed by the soldier saw Suleiman, he seemed to have found his backbone, and the angry expression on his face instantly turned into excitement and grief.
He quickly stepped forward and knelt heavily on one knee on the ground. His voice was hoarse and trembling with irrepressible anger. "Master Suleiman! You have to make the decision for us!"
Suleiman looked past him and saw the scene of soldiers protecting him.
A woman was slumped on the ground, her hair disheveled, her linen clothes torn into disarray. A red and swollen slap mark on her face was particularly dazzling. She held a fourteen-year-old boy tightly in her arms. The boy's mouth was bloodshot and he was glaring in the direction of the refugee camp with eyes filled with hatred.
Suleiman turned over and dismounted, his movements were crisp and clean.
He walked up to the officer who was kneeling on one knee and didn't get up, and stretched out his hand to help him up.
"Stand up and speak clearly slowly."
His voice was calm, but it carried an irresistible force.
"Tell me what happened."
The officer stood up straight, pointed at the woman behind him, and complained angrily, "Sir! This is Margaret! Her husband Yoni!"
Still serving in your army!"
"We were just on guard duty on the main road! We saw her and her children being bullied like this by those refugee bastards!"
He took a deep breath and tried to calm down.
"We were about to go find that group of refugees to ask for an explanation! Unexpectedly, we met you here! Lord Suleiman!"
Suleiman's eyes turned to the woman named Margaret. She saw the lord walking in front of him in person. She struggled to stand up and salute, but fell back because her legs were weak.
She wiped her tears and said in a choked voice, "Sir.
"I am Margaret from Crevice Fort. My husband Yoni, my eldest son, and the younger son who just separated from the family all responded to your call and went to fight with you."
Her words were sporadic, but she tried to remain clear.
"Only me and my fifteen-year-old son Thomas are left at home. There are no adult males in the family, but the land is our root and I dare not let it go to waste."
"However, the houses in our previous village were allocated to refugees, so my youngest son and I had no choice but to go Descend the mountains to work on the land every day before dawn."
When she said this, her voice began to tremble violently, and fear and grievance welled up in her heart.
"But just now, a group of people... these new refugees... they rushed into my land."
"Like a pack of rats, they trample our grain and our cabbage, saying they are too hungry."
"My youngest son Thomas went up to argue with them, saying that this is our land and all our men have gone to fight for you."
She pointed at the blood on the corner of her son's mouth and burst into tears again.
"As a result...:... In the end, they beat him! They even pushed me down!"
"They also said:
They also said that this was the food that Master Suleiman promised them when he asked them to come to the land!"
Suleiman turned around sharply, his eyes like two unsheathed swords, directed towards Olivier who had just galloped up and dismounted.
His voice was not loud, as calm as usual, but it made everyone present shiver. "Olivier."
"Didn't you say that the refugees have food supplies?"
Listening to Suleiman's questioning tone, Olivier's face instantly turned pale.
He looked at the scene in front of him, his lips moved, but no sound came out, "Sir...:... we do have a large supply of food in the refugee camp."
He walked forward quickly, with confusion and shock on his face, "I promise, although in order to save, everyone is given the minimum ration, but the black bread and wheat paste will definitely be enough!"
"They're not going to rob the fields of food!"
Olivier instantly guessed the crux of the problem. The problem was definitely not hunger, but greed.
"There must be some villains! Extremely greedy!"
But Suleiman did not respond to Olivier. He thought of several other possibilities, either the people who distributed the food were embezzlement, or there was some kind of back order in the refugee camp.
Suleiman stopped looking at him and turned to Lushen: "Lushen, take out a Silver Stag.
Lushen immediately understood what Master Suleiman meant, took out a silver coin from the leather bag on his waist, walked up to Margaret, and handed it over.
Suleiman helped the woman up and continued to speak.
"Madam, this is compensation for the expropriation of your house and compensation for your food loss."
When Margaret saw the bag of Silver Stag, he was so frightened that he waved his hands repeatedly and backed away in horror. "No! Sir! I can't take your silver!"
"Take it!" Without saying much, Suleiman turned around and mounted his horse with an irresistible majesty.
He pointed at Olivier, with no expression on his face. "All the houses that have been requisitioned in Old Village Under the Mountain!"
"Give their owners compensation!"
Olivier closed his eyes tightly, and his face twitched. I have never heard that Lord Seven Kingdoms asked for money when he expropriated the houses of his subjects. Isn't that the property of the Lord in the first place? Master Suleiman really doesn't regard money as money.
Suleiman was on the horse, reining in the horse and scanning the faces of all the soldiers around him.
"I will not let those who fight for me shed blood and tears!"
"This is my promise! A promise to all of you!"
Margaret held the Silver Stag and felt the heavy and cold feeling. Unable to hold on any longer, he fell to his knees and cried loudly.
This time, there was no despair and fear in the cry, only endless gratitude. Her youngest son also looked at Suleiman on the horse with excitement.
The surrounding soldiers watched this scene, the anger in their eyes gradually faded away, replaced by an almost fanatical admiration and trust. They clenched their fists and raised their chests higher.