Rise of the Northern Warlord: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Hilco had been so busy lately that his feet barely touched the ground, with hardly a moment to catch his breath.

All because of Vaerik's casual instruction: "Go register the basic information of the Crimson Tide Domain residents, see what they're each good at."

So he found himself thrown into this disorganized pile of handwritten archives, staring awkwardly at a group of confused farmers and blacksmiths.

Some people stammered, completely unsure how to answer.

"I used to farm."

"Do you want to continue farming?"

"...I don't know."

"..."

Others simply answered carelessly: "Good at staying alive."

Hilco almost slapped the registry book into that person's face.

"Damn it, how did I, a future alchemist, end up being a housekeeper for a frontier lord?"