When George was in high spirits, there was a sudden noise outside the door. Someone exclaimed, someone shouted, and there were also the sounds of chaotic footsteps and horses...

Bandits? George frowned and stopped, pulling away the maid's hands that were around his waist, and turned over and sat up.

"Master, what's wrong?" The maid came over like a snake.

"Wait a moment." George pushed the maid away unhappily, and the sound of knocking on the door reached his ears.

"Master, master," Harriman called from outside the door.

"What's going on outside?" George hesitated for a moment, then pulled the robe from the bedside and put it on. Seeing him like this, the maid pouted quietly, and then she noticed that something was wrong outside the door, and her heart suddenly skipped a beat.

"Master, could it be bandits?" the maid asked in a low voice.

"Mas'r, the woodshed and kitchen are on fire," Harriman answered, raising his voice.

"Fire?!" George felt relieved. If it was bandits, it would be troublesome and there might be a few casualties.

"I don't know how it started," said Harriman. "We're putting it out now, but it'd be better for you to get out of here.

George hesitated for a moment and said yes. Harriman came over and knocked on the door. It was estimated that the fire would not be put out for a while, otherwise, given Harriman's personality, he would not come to disturb him.

George was right. When he finished dressing and walked out of the room with the maid, the fire in the kitchen and woodshed had already spread. The flames not only engulfed the kitchen and woodshed, but also licked everything nearby that could burn.

Seeing this, George quickly quickened his pace and asked Harriman as he walked, "No one was hurt, was he?" He had a lot of followers, and in order to leave Woolley and others with nowhere to sleep, he even stuffed four of them into the woodshed, and even wanted to throw two into the kitchen.

"No," Harriman answered as he led the way, "it's just that this place is a little far from the water source, and when we found it, the fire was already very big."

As he was speaking, two followers ran over. After hastily saluting, one of them whispered something in Harriman's ear, then hurriedly ran to the front yard.

Harriman hesitated, then turned to George and said, "Master, the food we put in the kitchen was not saved."

"Ah?" George was startled and immediately became furious. "Asshole, you can't even take care of the food. What are we going to do on the road tomorrow?"

Harriman's heart skipped a beat. Yes, he really wouldn't be passing through any villages or towns tomorrow. With so many people waiting for him, what should he do?

At the same time, Wu Lai was sitting in a carriage with the window open, facing the inn not far away. In his sight, dozens of people were running and shouting, some carrying buckets, some holding sticks, and making a fuss in a mess, while the fire in the backyard of the inn had illuminated half of the night sky with golden red.

"The weather is so dry that it can get hot in no time." Wu Lai said with a smile to Guru who was sitting next to him.

Guru rolled his eyes at Wu Lai and thought to himself, what could this fire have to do with the weather? The fact that you dragged me over here to watch the fun while I was sleeping soundly is very clear about who the "culprit" is.

"Master, why don't they put out the fire?" Al asked.

"It's too late to save it. It's burning too fast. If we rush into the fire now, we'll just die." After answering, Wu Lai laughed and said, "It looks like Governor George won't be able to sleep well tonight."

"Wu Lai, you think the owner of this inn is quite unlucky. After daybreak, how about throwing two silver coins to him as a consolation?" Guru asked with a smile, but he really felt a little reluctant in his heart. This is a remote place, and the inn was burned down for no reason. The owner must not have an easy time.

"Huh? It's rare that you have a kind heart. Well, silver coins are too stingy. You can throw a few gold coins to him according to the situation to comfort him. By the way, tell him that it was I, Wu Lailindo, who instructed you to give the gold coins, so that he won't think that old man George gave them to him. You are doing him a favor for nothing." Wu Lai laughed and said.

"Well, okay." Guru nodded.

At dawn the next day, although George knew that the fire last night was strange, he never mentioned it again. Although the food was burned, fortunately he had many followers. Although there were no villages or towns ahead within a day, it would still take half a day to walk back. It was not difficult to solve the problem by arranging a few people to ride fast. It was a blessing in disguise.

Before leaving, Gulu stuffed five gold coins into the hands of the innkeeper who was crying and said, "This is given to you by the citizen of Wulaglindo, the one favored by God. It is enough for you to repair it."

The innkeeper accepted the gold coins with great trepidation. He had thought that Harriman would compensate him for his losses, but he didn't expect that the guy not only didn't spend a penny, but also almost blackmailed him. Just when he was feeling sad, a handsome young man unexpectedly handed him five gold coins.

Five gold coins are enough to repair it, let alone rebuild it in this remote area.

So the innkeeper remembered the name "Wooleglindo", and many years later, this past event became his greatest pride, but that's a story for later.

Perhaps it was because the fire made George more alert or for some other reason, from that day on, there were no more troubles along the way, and a few days later, they arrived at the city of Lovington.

The city of Rovington is an old city-state in the Assyrian territory. Its scale, population and prosperity are incomparable to that of Seneca City. Moreover, Rovington also controls the salt industry of the entire Assyrian territory. Being an archon here is definitely a lucrative job. During the years George stayed in Rovington, the extra income alone doubled the wealth of the Joyce family.

After entering the city, George's little idea came to his mind again - he asked Harriman to pass a message to Woolley, saying that he was tired from the long journey and needed to rest for two days. He asked Woolley to do as he pleased during those two days and to meet at the official residence in two days.

After hearing this, Wu Lai didn't think anything of it. George was deliberately ignoring him, but so what? You don't want to see me, so do I want to see you? Two days of rest is just right for me to go shopping and see what's so special about the city of Lunvington, known as the "Salt Capital".

As the carriages left George's caravan, Wu Lai's interest suddenly increased several times. Although it was his first time here, it was not the same for Guru. Not only that, before he went to study at the Assyrian Citizens' College, he spent some time in the city of Lunvington almost every year, because his youngest uncle was engaged in the salt business in Lunvington, and before Guru met Wu Lai, the person he admired most was his little uncle.

Therefore, Guru is very suitable to be a guide, and he can also make sure that Woolley gets the warmest hospitality in the city of Lovington...

Two days later in the morning, Guru drove Woolley to the door of George's official residence.

"He should say something to you. If he is rude, just hold back and don't get angry." Guru was a little worried. Ever since Wu Lai got angry that night, he found that Wu Lai was not the kind of person who could tolerate a lot.

"Don't worry." Wu Lai nodded, "I know my limits."

"I'll wait for you here. If it ends early, we can set off today." said Guru.

"It should be soon. I guess George doesn't want to talk to me for long." Wu Lai grinned and walked in.

When Wu Lai stepped into George's office, he immediately felt a heavy atmosphere.

In addition to George, there were two other people in the office. One was about thirty years old, thin and beardless. He was standing by the window looking out, and seemed not to notice Wu Lai knocking on the door and coming in. The other was over thirty years old, with a sturdy build. He was sitting in a large round chair in front of the desk. When he saw Wu Lai walk in, he glared at him and frowned.

Wu Lai was delighted and thought, are you trying to scare me by putting up such a scene? Is that stupid?

"Oh, Woolelindo, you're finally here." George said with a wry smile, "You've come just in time. Let me introduce you to these two. They're both your superiors."

You don't need to tell me that. I am a town governor, and I am the top leader only in Salt Marsh Town. In the city of Lovington, any official you pick up is my superior. Although Wu Lai was complaining in his heart, he still had a smile on his face. After all, he had to follow the rules of the scene. It was not feasible to act casually here.

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"This is Lieutenant General Hodge, commander-in-chief of the First Legion stationed in Lunvington." George pointed at the burly man with a smile.

"Hodge, Hodge Duncan." The big man said arrogantly, "Woleglindo, let me remind you one thing. Salt Marsh Town does not have a garrison, but the First Legion has the obligation to protect Salt Marsh Town. So, when you need the legion's assistance, you must apply in advance. In addition, according to convention, you are responsible for the military expenses incurred."

Woolley nodded.

George pointed to another person: "This is Job Adams, the treasurer and the salt director of the city-state of Lovington."

Adams? It turned out that they were members of the Senate. Wu Lai remembered that Lini had reminded him that the family with the greatest influence in the Senate was the Adams family after the Duncan family. It was these two families working together that ensured Qi Yuan's smooth success.

However, although the Adams family was prominent, they acted much more low-key than the Duncan family. Woolley had never expected to meet a salt director in the city of Lovington, whose lucrative business was no less than that of George, the governor.

Speaking of which, Wu Lai met the three giants of the city of Lunvington at the same time.

"Wuliglindo, I don't have anything special to tell you." Job turned around slowly and said expressionlessly, "Salt production in Salt Marsh Town has suffered a setback. When you go there, you have to focus on restoring production. Do you understand?"

Wu Lai nodded again. There was nothing he could do. Even though he was very capable, he was currently under someone else's jurisdiction.

As if they were there just to say these two sentences, Job and Hodge left immediately. Although Wu Lai was not happy about it, he followed the etiquette, so the two of them really couldn't find anything to find fault with him.

"Sit down," George said to Woolley, pointing to a chair.

After Wulai sat down as he was told, George cleared his throat and said, "Wulai Grindo, you are about to go to Saltmarsh Town. As your chief officer, I should tell you something before you leave. If you are willing to listen, that would be great. If you are not willing, please do as you please. But you must remember that this is Lovington, not Assyria, let alone Seneca."

"Your Excellency Archon, I will keep your teachings in mind." Wu Lai said with a smile.

"I hope so." George nodded and said, "The town governor is the lowest level of governor in the territory, so you must first learn to respect your superiors. Only in this way can you govern Salt Marsh Town smoothly. Don't always think about how rich you are or how many friends you have. Although these can help you govern, they are not the most important. The Supreme Council and the Senate value your governing ability. Only when you make achievements will everyone recognize you."

Wu Lai nodded. He had to admit that what George said made sense.

"Coordination is very important, especially in a remote place like Salt Marsh Town. Without help, you will be unable to move forward." George paused and continued, "You are a newcomer, so you must first learn to listen to everyone's opinions. The officials who are currently staying in Salt Marsh Town have been working in Salt Marsh Town for a long time. They have rich experience. If you put aside your airs and make friends with them, you will be able to get twice the result with half the effort. If you do the opposite, you will be unable to move forward..."

"…The restoration of production in Salt Marsh Town is imminent. You need to put more thought into it…"

"…Plague and banditry have caused the people of Salt Marsh to lose their morale and become uneasy. You need to put more thought into this…"

"... The horse trail, the retaining wall, and the salt pan have all been severely damaged. You will need to put in more effort..."

Wu Lai nodded from time to time, looking earnest...

At noon, Guru finally saw Wu Lai.

"What did George say?" Guru came forward.

"What else can I say? It makes me spend more time thinking about it." Wu Lai stretched, "Although it's a little later than expected, let's not delay, let's go."

"No problem." Gulu laughed, "Our town governor is getting closer and closer to his own place of governance."

"Of course." Wu Lai raised his eyebrows with a smile, "I can't wait any longer."