Chapter: 637

Plus, many enjoyed the twisted feeling of power that came from frightening the weak.

The Losla residents were tense and angry, as game hunters weren’t allowed to leave. There was no one bringing fresh food back from the forests.

It was spring, so there wasn’t much to forage anyway, but having no meat still had an impact. Stored provisions leftover from winter were slowly being eaten away or perishing, so there was some food around, and the mage hunters at least let the farmers leave to till and prepare their fields, however food was only a small source of the stress.

This was just the beginning.

Currently, thirty-five thousand mage hunters were heading towards Losla, each with the authority to do as they pleased for the most part, but a bigger problem was the huge population influx.

Not only would it cause soaring food prices, but housing would become scarce and expensive – perhaps even some would be ‘seized’ for the greater good.

The forests would be cleansed of animals for food, and populations of precious glade deer may never recover.

The gentle stream which supplied their water? If not polluted, it would be turned into a scarce ration, with the mage hunters given priority. The famers fields which they were not planting would become barren, unless a grand water mage used some rejuvenating spell craft.

Coincidentally, there were nearly no plant mage’s in the whole of the mage hunter arsenal.

As for sanitation, there would simply not be enough hay to process all the human waste into manure. It would have to be burnt by fire mages or simply piled up somewhere.

In essence, to the people living there, Losla was going to be destroyed. It was in its last days. Each of its residents were packing their belongings while waiting for the knocks of the mage hunters on their doors, waiting for their homes to be searched.

As soon as the mage hunters let them go, the smarter ones were already planning to give up their houses and leave, finding another village to build their lives up in once more, and starting again from almost nothing.

The unfortunate ones were the those who were going to stay in Losla, and there were three types of these people: Those kept their heads down, focused on their daily tasks while they ignored the changing world around them, those who still thought of the mage hunters as their heroes, and the elderly who were too old to travel alone and had not saved a single gold from their younger years.

The shadow of death was on Losla.

~Losla, Adventurer Guild~

“Sir, the guild workers wish to settle back into the guild. They have promised to cooperate.” a mage hunter stood before lieutenant Marsh.

Marsh scoffed for a moment, but afterwards nodded slowly.

While there wasn’t much of a need to run the guild right now, the trade platform which Lillian ran was almost a necessity. Plus, in the coming days, the guild would have to be a fully functioning administration hub for the coming divisions of mage hunters.

Besides, the guild would also need to function as an area to form bounty hunting groups for the latest bounty placed on Jay’s head – and Marsh certainly wasn’t going to organize all of this himself. It was below him.

“Let them back – but no guards. Only functional staff.”

“All of them are functional except for one. An orphan girl.”

“No one has adopted her?”

“She cannot speak, she’s a mute… but I see defiance in her eyes.”

Marsh hid a sly smile as he replied, “Then we will claim her. Another mage hunter for the saintess division… have the ‘functional staff’ handle her transfer to the three sisters.”

The mage hunter nodded and left with his orders.