Chapter 221: Cede Land? (Subscribe!)

Baumil Brown squatted beside the blazing bonfire, cupped his hands and blew a breath of hot air into them.

He was wearing a tattered and patched cotton-padded jacket. His cheeks, hands and feet exposed outside the clothes were red from the cold. He shivered uncontrollably as he felt the cold wind whistling around him.

As deputy director of the Idar CIA, this was his first time leading a mission alone.

So... every plan has been revised and corrected countless times, and he himself has personally gone deep into the area actually controlled by Odin's army to look for those available talents scattered everywhere.

In fact, it is not just the tutors who teach the nobles, but also the carpenters, stonemasons, blacksmiths and skilled people in various industries scattered throughout the northern border who are the targets of Baumil Brown's search.

As the war in the northern border intensified, a large number of refugees fled. What Idar County lacks now is no longer a large number of farmers, but outstanding talents in various fields who can stand on their own.

Although commoners such as blacksmiths and carpenters were no different in the eyes of most nobles, they were invaluable talent resources in the eyes of Count Bruno Stuart of Idar.

In the previous life on Earth, when Hans Cat was defeated, the Russian Bear stole the cats' heavy machinery and various advanced equipment, while the American Eagle only took away most of the cutting-edge talents and technicians from Hans Cat's family.

Perhaps the outcome of the Cold War was already determined from the very beginning...

Baumil Brown did not understand why the Earl gave such an order, but his trust in the Earl made him try his best to complete the task assigned by the Earl without fail.

In fact, at the beginning, the task force led by Baumil encountered great obstacles.

When the displaced craftsmen and tutors saw these neatly dressed Intelligence Agency agents, they naturally imagined the appearance of slave traders in their minds.

After all... at this moment, the so-called "invitation" for them to settle in the eastern part of the empire is really a reason that is difficult to convince people.

Just imagine, when these refugees, who were homeless, starving and cold, were gradually losing hope for their future lives, suddenly a group of people came over with great enthusiasm, saying that they would provide them with the best conditions and a stable residence, and the only requirement they asked was to settle in a noble territory? To them, this was 100% a slave trader! Moreover, they didn't want to spend a penny, and didn't want to bear any cost. They were just slave traders who took advantage of the situation and cheated as many people as possible!

Pah! So, after being obstructed again and again, Baumil Brown changed his response strategy in time, discarded the neat clothes he was originally wearing, changed into patched coarse cloth clothes, and mixed in with the huge group of refugees.

At this moment, he is a father who has been separated from his children and is running back and forth in the northern border of the empire, looking for his lost family.

And when he successfully integrated into the refugee population based on his miserable experience, it became much easier for him to recruit craftsmen and literate civilians.

Just as Baumil was warming himself by the fire, another "prey" came over.

"Hey……"

A middle-aged man with a beard greeted him with a chuckle.

"I heard from them that you said before... that there is a noble in the empire who is willing to take in refugees and provide housing?"

Bao Milier turned around, looked the man up and down, and said, "Not all refugees will be treated this way. They must be literate or have skills. Otherwise, although they can get through, they can only rely on their strength to exchange for food."

"I can read! And I can also forge iron!" the man said hurriedly.

"Then go east. I once saw a caravan led by that noble near the Eide River. Maybe they can accept you..." Baumil said casually.

"Is it reliable?" The man hesitated.

"It is said that the noble lord is different from the nobles here, but I have never been there. However... the noble lord who is so high and mighty should not go to such great lengths to deceive us refugees..."

"That's true." The man scratched his head, "By the way...why don't you go yourself?"

"The child is lost. Let's go around and see if we can find him..."

Hearing this, Bao Mili immediately revealed a sad expression. He gestured with his hands while speaking: "He is about this tall, very thin, and only seven years old. He usually carries water and..."

As he spoke, tears welled up in Baumil's eyes.

Seeing such a sincere expression of emotion, the man couldn't help but empathize with them: "Alas... this damn war..."

As he was speaking, there was a sudden commotion among the refugees gathered around, and many of them became somewhat panicked.

"What's wrong?" Baumil frowned.

"It looks like Odin's cavalry!" the refugee who was talking to Baumil replied in horror.

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Fortunately, this cavalry did not seem to have any intention of making things difficult for these refugees.

Perhaps they had a mission to accomplish, or perhaps they were very clear that they could not squeeze any money out of these refugees, so they rode on their tall horses and galloped towards the east at full speed.

After the danger was over, the refugee came close to Baumil again and suddenly said, "Have you heard? The nobles seem to be planning to admit defeat and reconcile."

"What?" Baumil asked in surprise.

The refugee looked around and leaned over to Baumiril's ear and said carefully, "I just heard it from others. It is said that the fighting in Sognefjord has stopped. His Highness Rez seems to want to cede all the land in the east of the empire to the Odin people..."

"What did you say? What should be ceded?" Baumil was shocked for a moment.

"I just heard from others that since we lost the war, we must cede land. We will definitely not give up the fertile land in the west of the empire. It is better to give up the wild land in the east of the empire. It is not that important anyway... But what does this have to do with us? It is the business of those noble lords."

"By the way... you just asked me to go east. The noble territory you told me about shouldn't be in the east, right? I was hoping to get a house..." the man asked with some concern.

Hearing this, Baumil suddenly stood up from the campfire.

He must immediately contact the other intelligence agents who have been dispersed to find out what happened on the Songn Plain! 　Thanks to "Dongzhonghu" for the 2000 points reward!

Thanks to "Xiantian Yiqidao" for the reward of 1,500 points!

Oh! 　　 　 (End of this chapter)