A week passed quickly. Whenever something major was happening and everyone was exceptionally busy, time always seemed to fly by—like the nights before exams during finals week. Fortunately, things had proceeded fairly smoothly. After the divine oracle appeared in the sky, Blood Clan members from various city-states and the wilderness had arrived without cease every day. Summoned by the oracle, the local Blood Clan displayed remarkably strong execution.
Karaga City-State had long since stockpiled ample supplies to handle the temporary population surge. With the aid of magic, agriculture on the continental plane was actually highly developed. Yield per mu basically reached levels Earth had only attained after the invention of chemical fertilizers, so food was plentiful. Supplying the additional Blood Clan members posed no pressure at all.
Most of the arriving Blood Clan did not enter the city. Instead, they settled in small plots outside the city, keeping a certain distance from one another according to the factions they came from.
This was voluntary on their part. Different city-states had more or less inherited blood feuds, and they were theoretically still in hostile relations. Given that, conflicts and frictions occasionally broke out among the Blood Clan gathered outside the city. They caused a bit of disorder, but nothing serious.
That was because even surviving on their own had become difficult for these Blood Clan. Before the Association's temporary workers—each carrying several kilograms of rune stones and fully capable of casting spells independently—they posed no threat whatsoever.
As long as a few basic little spells were displayed whenever a batch of Blood Clan arrived, they immediately believed in the identities of the divine envoys.
Divine envoys who could genuinely create "miracles" were far more credible than prophets who drank strange potions and then sensed revelations.
Every city-state had positions similar to