This helmet was designed by Nightwind himself, and he ordered the steel mill to mass-produce it.

Because there were no lightweight yet strong enough materials available, the helmet had to be made of steel.

Helmets made of steel are naturally incredibly sturdy and offer a great deal of safety, but their downside is that they are too heavy and uncomfortable to wear on the head, causing neck pain after a long time.

The expressions of the people around him changed drastically. The next moment, one of the supervisors rushed over and shouted at the man who had taken off his helmet, "Who told you to take off your helmet? Put it back on right now! The city lord has specifically ordered that everyone on the construction site must wear a helmet, no exceptions! Don't you know that?!"

"Let me tell you, this is the first time I've seen you take off your helmet, so I'm letting it go! But if I see you doing it again, you'd better get a beating!"

The young man muttered, "The city lord's order is really strange. Why make people wear such weird things?"

"It's all for your safety! The city lord is kind-hearted and worried that something might happen to you on the construction site, so he specially ordered the steel mill to make a batch of these helmets to protect you. If it were any other city lord, who would care about your life or death!" The person in charge of supervision reprimanded him without any politeness.

As luck would have it, a stone fell from the sky and hit the young man on the head with a thud.

Even with the heavy steel helmet on, the young man was still dizzy from the force of the falling rock. One can imagine that if he hadn't been wearing the helmet, his head would probably be split open and he would be a corpse by now!

At this moment, the young man was so frightened that his face turned pale and he dared not utter a single word.

The person in charge of supervising looked up to make sure it was just an accident, then said, "See? If the city lord hadn't ordered the steel mill to make these helmets, you'd be reincarnated by now! What are you standing there for? Thank the city lord!"

"Thank you very much, Lord City Lord. You are a great benefactor..." the young man said hurriedly, his face full of gratitude and relief.

Suddenly, the young man's expression changed slightly, and he pointed in a certain direction, saying, "There's someone over there who isn't wearing a helmet either!"

The supervisor immediately turned around and looked in the direction he was pointing, but saw nothing.

"Who isn't wearing a helmet? Who? You little punk, are you kidding me? I think you really want to get whipped!" the supervisor roared.

The young man looked completely bewildered.

He did see a very handsome man appear on the construction site without a helmet, but in the blink of an eye, the man disappeared.

Strange, is it possible to see a ghost in broad daylight?

The person who wasn't wearing a helmet that the young man just saw was none other than Gongbu Qiuye.

Out of curiosity, Gongbu Qiuye came to this construction site to see the most authentic working scene of the commoners and serfs in Silla City, so he secretly moved in without saying a word.

Gongbu Qiuye witnessed everything that had just happened.

To be honest, Gombo Qiuye was quite shocked.

These commoners and serfs did not understand what that helmet represented, but Gonpo Qiuye understood it very well.

The steel used in that helmet was enough to make a small shield that could be worn on the arm. Such a small shield could often save a soldier's life on the battlefield!

But now Nightwind is using this steel to forge helmets, to protect the commoners and serfs who are no different from ants in the eyes of other city lords.

This could not help but move Gongbu Qiuye deeply.

Every word that old fellow said was the truth; what he said was exactly what he did, without a single lie.

No, he actually did even better than he said. At least he didn't mention the safety helmet at all. Perhaps in his opinion, such a trivial matter was not worth mentioning.

Gongbu Qiuye continued to wander around the construction site, teleporting away as soon as he was spotted.

Suddenly, Gongbu Qiuye's attention was drawn to a strong young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

The young man wasn't very tall, but he was all muscle. At that moment, he was sweating profusely as he moved building materials—that thing called cement.

In the same amount of time, this strong young man did almost twice the work of others!

With a thought, Gongbu Qiuye suddenly appeared beside the strong young man.

"Why are you working so hard? You could just do the same work as everyone else, why are you doing twice as much as everyone else?" Gongbu Qiuye asked.

The burly young man was startled by Gongbu Qiuye, but still said, "The city lord said that anyone who performs well will get meat to eat! If you perform well every day, you'll get meat every day!"

Gongbu Qiuye looked as if he had just realized something.

The burly young man, however, thought that Gongbu Qiuye didn't believe him, so he emphasized, "I'm not lying to you, I'm telling the truth. Since I came to Silla City, I've been able to eat meat every day, as much meat as I want! I've been eating meat for over ten days now!"

Night fell, and it was time for dinner.

The civilians and serfs on the construction site left, took off their helmets, and strode towards the place where they were to eat.

None of them ran or scrambled; when they arrived at their destination, they all lined up obediently.

This scene left Gongbu Qiuye with an expression of disbelief.

In his mind, commoners and serfs who lacked cultural knowledge or were illiterate were the least cultured group of people, morally bankrupt and devoid of any sense of order.

Although Gonpo Akiha knew this was due to the pressures of life, whatever the reason, it was indeed a fact that the common people and serfs were of low quality.

Gongbu Qiuye also remembered that when he was traveling in a certain city, he happened to see a few children begging on the street, so he took out some copper coins to give to them.

However, just as he dropped the copper coins into the child's bowl, several commoners and serfs rushed over from the street and began to snatch them!

But what about now?

These commoners and serfs actually lined up here obediently, without making a fuss, and in an orderly manner.

This was completely different from the impression that Gongbu Qiuye had of commoners and serfs!

Out of curiosity, Gongbu Qiuye went over to an old man and asked, "Why are you queuing? What if the people in front of you take all the food and then there's nothing left for you in the back?"

The old man chuckled, looked Gongbu Qiuye up and down a few times, and said, "Young man, you're new to Silla City, aren't you? Let me tell you, the officials in Silla City all keep their word. They give out exactly what's due, and no one is shortchanged. So there's no difference between being at the front or the back of the line!"