Chapter 773: Volume 23: Rising Winds and Swirling Clouds, - 10: The Wind is Rising
The tide of Barbarians entering the Caucasus nearly crushed the immigration checkpoint in Bahomon set up by the Caucasus Prefecture Lord’s Mansion! Faced with the swarm of incoming Barbarians, the temporarily established checkpoints were simply overwhelmed.
Upon quietly learning that their tribe had officially signed the Mountain People’s Citizenship Rights Treaty with Lord Komer of the Greater Caucasus Prefecture, the impatient Barbarians could hardly adhere to any secrecy protocol. Their boundless yearning for a better life and longing for their families prompted them to return to Cordillera Wilderness. After gathering their belongings, they uprooted their families, young and old, and trekked from the heart of Cordillera Wilderness, forming an unstoppable surge.
When the Sanjia Tribe got wind of this, they were already unable to stop the trend. Anyone could cross the vast expanses of Cordillera Wasteland, and facing their unarmed brethren, the warriors of Sanjia Tribe didn’t know where to begin, let alone that they had received no orders to stop these people from migrating north.
Unlike the Nissai River, the Catania River did not have a floating bridge. To cross the wide Catania River one had to go through the Bahomon ferry, and the ferry owners there were clearly unprepared for the surging tide of people. Every day, up to a thousand people and a massive amount of luggage packed the few ferries to the brim. Seeing a copper coin, a silver shield roll into their bosoms, the ferry owners grinned from ear to ear, their bowls overflowing with profit.
Meanwhile, the dock and town square of Bahomon were plastered with advertisements recruiting laborers. Faced with such a massive pool of cheap labor, the shrewd mine owners and workshop masters wouldn’t miss such an opportunity.
On the road from Bahomon to Ugru, one could see a column of weary Barbarians. The few job opportunities in the mines and smelting workshops of Bahomon were far from enough to satisfy such a huge crowd. Perhaps Ugru and Mattdam, or even the farther reaches of Santiago and Muscat, were their destinations. And then there was Bruce Town, rumored to have developed into the most prosperous town in the north of the Greater Caucasus, where countless job opportunities awaited them. Unlike mortal immigrants, for the Barbarians who were not adept at farming, only towns with developed trade and commerce were the most appropriate places to settle.
Komer arrived in Bahomon quietly. Although he believed that the Church of Light could not have much energy to spare for the Caucasus at the moment, Komer thought it necessary to maintain a low profile until everything was out in the open.
"Heinem, are these all mountain people from your several tribes?" Seeing the Barbarians crowding outside the fenced perimeter of the armed checkpoints, Komer frowned and asked.