Many of Mountain Forest Town's freemen could trace their roots back to the Wushan Territory allied forces that had once suppressed the Noble Resistance Army.
Take the surrendered Tom, for example. His father had been a Professional Knight who died in the Mountain Forest Town Battle.
Or Gallon, the manservant. His father had been a logistics soldier and had likewise died in the war.
Although Administrator Wilson had no connection to the allied forces, he had been a servant of the previous Baron. He was somewhat like Chahar before becoming a steward, which was why he knew quite a few words and handled matters with clear logic.
At that moment, Wilson sat upright in a dining hall chair. Before him was a bowl of thick meat stew, and in his hand was a white loaf of bread.
"How many years has it been!"
Wilson's heart trembled. It had been many years since he had tasted such delicate white bread, and just as long since he had drunk such rich meat stew.
"Praise the lord!"
He praised the lord with every bite.
The lord had personally instructed the kitchen to prepare dinner for him, and Wilson's body, exhausted from a full day, was instantly brimming with energy.
"Praise the benevolent lord!"
Wilson had drifted through Mountain Forest Town for half his life, never finding a satisfactory job. He had even wanted to serve Prinster back then, only to be flatly rejected.
Prinster was an Administrator himself and had no need for an assistant.
Now that he had the good fortune to become Luo Ning's Administrator and was valued so highly by the lord, he felt that no amount of hard work for his lord would be too much.
Before long, Gallon arrived in the dining hall. "Mr. Wilson, the master is