"My lord, Baron Dutov and I have calculated that, including the 5,000 arriving tomorrow, there will be at least 47,000 people here. Their nutritional condition is also very poor. We have prepared meals according to the Auxiliary Army's standards. Banni and Hodus, the two Life Priests, have prepared herbs, while Jim has selected 1,000 men in relatively good condition for preliminary training."
Through the Magic Mirror, Fang reported on the slave camp to Landen. "Pete Bristle-Wolf has returned to White Tree City to keep an eye on the nobles there. Both of us believe we should invite a High-Rank to oversee the relocation within White Tree Territory."
During the day, Fang had led his twenty knights in scouting the surrounding area, releasing hunting hounds and hawks as well. He knew full well that south of White Tree City, Beastmen bandit gangs, Human Race slave masters, and Lizardman tribes were tangled together like roots and vines. One careless move could trigger a slave uprising involving tens of thousands, which was why he had specifically asked Landen to send a High-Rank to hold the field.
On the other side of the Magic Mirror, Landen was still beside Blaze's cocoon shell. He had quite the headache himself at the moment. "I'll arrange for someone to go over as soon as possible. When are you and Pete planning to begin the relocation?"
"It'll probably take several days. We're planning to move at night," Fang said. "The daytime temperature is too high. The Frost Wolves and Wind Wolves aren't adapting well."
"Alright. Tell me once you've settled on a date. I'll send people over as quickly as I can." Landen in the Magic Mirror offered no opinion whatsoever on the relocation work, which let Fang breathe a sigh of relief.
After finishing his report, Fang