Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 133: Comforting the Refugees
The bloody and brutal scene in which the defense soldiers brazenly shot and hit the fleeing refugees caused a riot among the hundreds of refugees gathered near the shelter.

More defense soldiers gathered around with weapons in hand, but the screams and curses were mixed together, and the situation gradually became difficult to control. Many refugees began to run towards the city gate out of fear and terror.

Max discovered that the young officer holding the tin trumpet was now stuck on the periphery of the crowded crowd. He was so anxious that he was sweating profusely but couldn't squeeze in. He wanted to take off the gun on his back several times, but he couldn't bear to shoot at the frightened crowd.

He took a step forward, raised his leg and kicked hard. The mechanical prosthetic leg made a crisp sound of parts grinding together. Max suddenly jumped high into the air, directly leaping over several layers of people inside and outside, and landed next to the young officer.

While the other party was standing there in shock with his mouth wide open, he grabbed the other party's weapon strap and pulled him out of the crowd. If he didn't help him, he would be pushed to the ground and would most likely be trampled to death by the chaotic crowd.

"Give me the horn!" Max snatched the tin horn from the other person's hand, put it to his mouth, and began to roar with the loud voice that the people of the wilderness were most proud of.

"Quiet! Quiet! Everyone, stay still and get down! Otherwise, you will die!"

Many people in the chaotic crowd witnessed his terrifying action of jumping high up and over the crowd, and also noticed his strange mechanical iron leg. They all squatted down slowly with fear in their eyes.

"Don't be afraid, everyone. I'm a wastelander just like you. I was taken into the territory just a year ago."

"The soldiers won't hurt you. What happened just now was because there were gangsters and spies among us. Those damned people from the Southern Territory disguised themselves as us and came to steal our jobs!"

If Harvey himself were present and heard his outrageous remarks, he would probably give him a slap on the spot and call Max a "regional black" idiot.

But at this moment, these words touched the hearts of the refugees present.

What the Wastelanders hate most, besides the evil orcs who enslaved and oppressed them, are the southerners who fled from the south to the north and snatched food from their mouths.

Although everyone is doing badly, the truth that competitors are enemies runs through the whole process.

"Listen to me, compatriots! You are all like me, having heard the news and rushing to seek refuge with the Lord, seeking a way to survive. The Pioneer Territory can provide you with warm shelter from the wind and rain, as well as food to fill your stomachs. As long as you work hard, you will receive a generous salary. These are all real, absolutely no deception!"

"Look at my leather coat and my shoes. These are all good things that can be obtained through hard work. There is also meat porridge and soft bread. I was sitting by the fireplace at home this morning, enjoying such delicacies..."

Gulp, someone suddenly swallowed saliva in big gulps, and more people's empty stomachs made a sound. Although Max's chatter was completely illogical, it obviously touched the hearts of everyone present.

Fear and panic gradually dissipated, and the refugees' uneasiness and worry caused by the previous riot were successfully transformed into hunger and desire - as long as they queued up to register according to the rules and honestly explained their origins and identities, they would be able to temporarily settle down in a sheltered tent when they arrived at the refugee shelter, and have hot meat porridge and soft wheat cakes for lunch.

Before officially signing the contract and starting work, two meals a day are distributed free of charge and will continue for half a month until they are recruited by various production departments and live in low-rent concrete houses.

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Asdalen led Max to the lord's castle. Harvey, who was sitting behind the desk, realized that the other person was a familiar face who had performed limb reconstruction surgery on him personally.

"I heard that the refugees were rioting at the city gate today. You were the first to discover the problem and then stabilized the situation?" Max enthusiastically imitated the soldiers and knelt on one knee. "Yes, my lord."

Harvey put down the book and continued with a smile, "Tell me, how did you discover that there was something wrong with that person who was hiding his identity and trying to sneak into the territory?"

Max tried hard to control his excitement and reported his thoughts at that time in detail.

"What a keen observation! I remember that Egno once saw you standing up for the discriminated Orcs at the convenience market..."

Max's face flushed red and he lowered his head in embarrassment. It turned out that he was inexplicably recommended to the Police Department because Lord Egno from the Medical Center accidentally saw him using the Defense Force to be clever that day.

"He has a sense of justice, keen observation skills, and a body... uh, after the surgery, he's also very strong." Harvey said to Asdalen with a smile, "He's a good candidate to be a police officer, and a top-notch one."

He turned back to Max and asked, "Are you single, or do you have a family?"

"I also have a mother who...she does some part-time work on the farm. She's too old to get a long-term contract..."

Harvey nodded and called to a municipal official standing nearby, saying, "I'm very pleased with this young police officer's performance today. Someone with such special talents and merits shouldn't be living with his family in the lowest-grade rental housing."

He casually tore off a piece of white paper and quickly wrote a note with his signature on it.

"Have the official in charge of population registration and housing allocation at the Municipal Center arrange a two-story house for this police officer and his family. I believe this young man's current salary is more than enough to cover the rent. Besides... I remember that police officers seem to receive an additional housing allowance."

Max was stunned, and immediately knelt on both knees, his body and voice trembling slightly, as if he was trying hard to suppress his excitement.

"My Lord... Thank you for your kindness and generosity!"

Harvey winked at Asdalen, who immediately understood and pulled Max up from the ground.

"Don't let your guard down. Maintain your precious sense of justice and vigilance. Protect the Frontier Territory for me and prevent and apprehend all criminals who seek to undermine the territory's stability."

Max's eyes were slightly red, and he nodded heavily in agreement, then followed the municipal official out of the lord's study.

Just as he reached the door, he suddenly remembered something, stopped, turned around, and mustered up the courage to ask the lord.

"My Lord, what is the correct answer to the last question on the test?"

Harvey burst into laughter. "Is it the one about the gangsters holding hostages and setting the house on fire?" He quipped, "There's no absolutely correct answer, and passing the test doesn't depend on whether the answer is correct or not. I personally graded the papers. As long as there are no typos, the sentences flow smoothly, and you have your own ideas, I circled them and considered them a pass..."

(End of this chapter)