When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

#204 - Boritz's Little Plan

With bloodied hands, Boris inserted his fingers into the gap between the paving stones and the ground, laboriously straightening his back as he walked towards the small square in the center along with the strong and sturdy farmers.

As one of the first to arrive on this island in the lake, Boris had already been doing hard labor for two days.

As a once-renowned notary in Francia, a semi-jurist, Boris had never done such tiring work.

Even after becoming a refugee and a laborer, his daily life was still as a scribe for others, and the most tiring thing was just a sore wrist.

He initially followed the Salvation Army only because he was afraid that the decrees would lead to a massacre of them refugees. Following these rebels, at least, would provide some self-protection.

But after learning that the Salvation Army had somehow managed to get the Grand Duchess to guarantee them, Boris complained incessantly. If he had known, he would have stayed at home honestly. Why did he have to wade into this muddy water?

However, Boris keenly realized that the Grand Duchess and the Church would inevitably fall out after Huanno's death, and that protection would not last long.

In addition, perhaps he could follow the Salvation Army to the Black Bone Marsh and become a local chieftain. That's why Boris convinced his companions to come here with him.

But now, his companions were on the verge of turning against him.

Because the beastmen tribes in the Black Bone Marsh were matriarchal and did not allow men to be kings.

A kingdom was only the size of a village. Boris almost fainted when he first arrived at the capital of Gada Ji.

Is this a kingdom? A village of less than a hundred people, you dare call it a kingdom?

Boris originally wanted to leave, but it was easy to enter the Black Bone Marsh and difficult to get out. After repeated thinking, he desperately realized that the only way now was probably to continue following Horn.

Veins popped out on his forehead, Boris followed behind the other strong young men, his calves trembling uncontrollably.

The pile of bricks in front of him seemed to blur in his eyes. He was a noble university student, how could he be reduced to doing such a thing?

Mechanically following the strong men in front, Boris walked to the brick pile, but his mind was still full of self-pity. He dragged the bricks as if embracing them, aimed at the top of the brick pile, and put them down heavily.

"Ah!"

The piercing scream made the child soldiers maintaining order look up. The child soldier put down the brick in his hand, squeezed through the crowd, and came to Boris's side.

"What's wrong?"

Boris held his left wrist. The nails of his left index and middle fingers were cracked and everted, and gurgling blood dripped from the cracks. He was in so much pain that tears were about to fall.

The child soldier looked at the brick he brought, which was only half the weight of others, and shook his head helplessly: "Go to the entrance of the town. There is a temporary infirmary set up there. Find a medic to bandage you, and then go and sweep the garbage with the women."

A burst of snickers immediately sounded around him, and Boris's face flushed red.

But looking at the child soldier with a short sword tied around his waist, he muttered like a deflated ball: "I'm a university student..."

Holding his wrist, Boris walked towards the entrance of the town dejectedly.

For some reason, Horn had never named this town, and everyone just called it town, town.

Soon, Boris walked to the entrance of the town. This area was the first to be cleared, and it was already taking shape compared to the area where they had just worked.

Many temporary management institutions were set up here, such as police stations, health centers, prayer halls, canteens, etc. Although they had not officially moved in, some basic needs still had to be met.

Boris tried to find his place in these institutions, but none of them seemed quite suitable for him.

The police station was originally a sentinel station of the Eyre Legion in the civilian city. The police chief was Chap, an old player from Red Mill Village. He had been a night watchman for a few days before, and he was calm and reliable to the point of being a bit dull.

Horn asked people to turn the sentinel station's dormitory into a prison, and specially selected a group of disabled old soldiers and child soldiers to serve as night watchmen.

Their weapons were not hook spears, but a trident similar to a halberd, used to block the weapons of criminals and restrain their actions.

In addition, there were shields, fishing nets, ropes, and javelins, and even holy guns.

Unlike the night watchmen under normal circumstances, the night watchmen of the police station were not free labor, but were paid. Although most of them were temporary workers, the income was considerable compared to the same period.

Horn attached great importance to order and security, so people in this institution had to be at least veterans of the Gulag to enter. Boris did not meet the conditions.

Opposite the police station was the prayer hall, a simple house made of canvas on broken walls.

The director of the prayer hall was Armand, who, in addition to performing religious ceremonies and confessions for the believers, also served as a grocer.

Due to the current shortage of supplies, Horn adopted a rationing system. If the prayer hall under the rationing system wanted to buy something, in addition to money, it also needed to take redemption coupons that stated the limits.

Boris had tried this place before, but for some reason, he was rejected by Armand.

Continuing along this street, passing several mud construction sites that were being roofed, the health center finally appeared in front of him.

The health center was transformed from a usurer's domus courtyard. Cecie, the director of the health center, demolished a wall and turned it into a semi-open medical place.

However, it can currently only treat headaches, brain fever, and simple fractures and trauma.

Boris did not have relevant knowledge, and the inside of the health center was already filled with the original battlefield medics, so he also failed to be selected.

After walking these few minutes, Boris felt the pain in his hand gradually fade, turning into a trace of pain and numbness.

"...Arriving at Autumn Dusk Island Holy Capital, all Salvation Army, according to the will of the Holy Father, will transfer all residents into free people, whether they were citizens, refugees, or armed farmers.

On this basis, we are preparing to conduct statistics and transfer household registration of residents. Therefore, we need literate registrars, so we are recruiting scribes and accountants who understand text grammar from the vast number of believers..."

Boris, who was originally walking towards the health center, stopped. He turned around and looked in the direction of the sound.

He saw a notice posted on the broken doorpost, and a priest from the Holy Trinity Education Team was reading the text on the notice aloud.

"Age is not limited, gender is not limited, those who know arithmetic will be given priority, daily salary is 2 dinars, including food and accommodation..."

At this moment, Boris didn't even care about the injury to his hand, and ran straight to the doorpost, where many people were already gathered.

Squeezing to the front row, Boris began to read the notice. For him, this simple notice of only a few hundred words was read at a glance.

Recruiting literate talents for population survey? Registering household registration?

Boris was refreshed. As a notary who was closer to the upper class among the citizens, he had too much similar experience.

Maybe other people only regard it as an ordinary temporary job, but Boris immediately smelled a different meaning - isn't this the prelude to establishing a town office?

This Black Bone Marsh is about the size of a township, which can both be planted and breed fish, and may also smuggle through the Blood and Sweat Road.

If the Salvation Army can set up camp and build a city here, if he can get into the interior and get a post as an official, it may not be impossible.

But this will completely board the Salvation Army's pirate ship. Boris hesitated. Now the announcement is in front of him, and he must consider whether this will be his only opportunity.

Boris looked at the injury on his hand. He gritted his teeth and cursed, then walked towards the priest who was reading the announcement.

"I'm applying, where do I sign up?"