LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 82 - 82 Distribution of Land - Part 2
Chapter 82: Chapter 82 Distribution of Land – Part 2
When Recker drew a piece of land with the number 53 and excitedly stepped down from the platform, the crowd below was instantly ignited.
Even many had quietly begun to shed tears. Even though it was not yet their turn, the excitement of a dream about to be realized overwhelmed them—land, this was land, by the Goddess above, what a sacred and magnificent appellation.
And they were about to possess a piece.
A good half of the crowd consisted of commoners who had no land of their own and had always tilled the soil for the nobles; their emotions were the most agitated and intense.
Lide, too, encouraged those who came up to draw lots, a smile on his face, under everyone’s watchful gaze.
He actually didn’t know what to say to these strangers he had never met before; all he could do was mimic what he had seen on TV, patting one person on the shoulder, shaking another’s hand.
Uttering a few words of encouragement, “Thank you for your contributions to Dawn City. I and the Holy Light Bloodline will not forget you.”
“You’ve worked hard; I feel fortunate to have citizens like you. Keep it up and continue to contribute more to Dawn City.”
“You must be tired recently; don’t worry, the hardship will pass. I believe in you, keep up the good work.”
“Young man, very energetic; Dawn City needs talents like you…”
And every commoner he encouraged was invariably moved to gratitude, and even a few young people shed tears.
They just felt that this great City Lord was truly deserving of respect, and some even felt willing to give their lives for him.
A lofty noble lord, a dignified City Lord, a powerful Holy Light Bloodline Patriarch—wasn’t it a memory of a lifetime for him to comfort and encourage them like this?
Soon, under the envious gaze of the crowd below, the first batch of 60 people had finished the lottery.
Next, it was the turn of those commoners who had been waiting in line without any points. To expedite the process, Lide allowed three people to come up at a time.
He had not so much to say to these people; at most, a sentence or two: Work hard, your future lies in Dawn City, put in the effort, and so forth—those kinds of clichéd phrases.
But even so, these ordinary commoners’ goodwill toward Lide was increasing rapidly.
Consequently, even the third batch of commoners coming in saw their fear of the Bloodline wane to a freezing point; just give them another ten days to half a month, and these people would certainly become fervent supporters of the Bloodline.
Both Anthony and Jike also drew their plots of land. Since they were further back in the queue, they only managed to get the second piece of land, but both were more excited than the other.
Although Anthony had been a merchant, this in no way impeded his love for the land.
Indeed, the reason his father sold the land when he was a child was the Beastman invasion, leading him to become a wandering merchant without a fixed abode.
Now that he had a piece of land of his own, it meant he had regained his roots, and he would no longer have to lead a nomadic life.
For Jike, a man over sixty, it was different. He had tilled the land for nobles all his life and never had his own plot; receiving a piece of land now meant fulfilling the dream of his entire life.
The two exchanged glances and simultaneously uttered a statement in unison.
“Praise the Holy Light Bloodline.”
The distribution of land continued until noon. Dawn City had over two thousand two hundred residents, with exactly two thousand being adults.
With each person allocated ten acres, a total of twenty thousand acres of land was distributed.
Of course, this was a minor matter for Lide—there was enough land behind the southern district for forty thousand people to farm, and not even one-tenth of the development potential had been tapped into yet.
A lack of population would constrain the growth of Dawn City for a long time.
Lide was already mentally prepared for this.
Eat meal by meal, do things step by step.
After the crowd had finished drawing lots, they didn’t hasten to leave; instead, they looked at Lide, who had been busy for several Sunshine Hours under the sun, with respectful eyes.
Seeing the crowd that had not dispersed, Lide was slightly taken aback before he smiled.
“After drawing your land number, you can go to the City Hall office to report it, and your land information will be filed with the City Hall.
Then the City Hall will issue you a land deed. Once you have the land deed, the right to use the land will belong to you permanently.
As long as you don’t break the laws of Dawn City, the land allotted to you will be yours to use forever and can be passed on to your descendants, so there’s no need to worry.”
The cases will be filed, and each plot of land already has a record in City Hall—now, taking the specially processed, lottery-derived number to City Hall to report it would officially make the land theirs… of course, just the right to use it.
Lide had no intention of promoting private land ownership nor would he allow land trading. Once land consolidation became severe, it would hurt the foundation of Dawn City.
For now, that was his thinking; if circumstances changed in the future, then it could be amended then—after all, he was the ruler of Dawn City, and no one had the right to resist his orders.
Dictatorship was sweet.
Unexpectedly, the crowd below didn’t leave upon hearing his words but continued to look at him with an indescribable, complex gaze.
Lide, watching those eyes brimming with emotion, felt a stir in his heart.
“My citizens, you have lived through turmoil and war, and I deeply know your pain and despair.
Thus, in Dawn City, you will receive everything you have once fantasized about.”
“Distributing land is just the beginning; in the future, you will receive even more. This is Dawn City; this is what the Holy Light Bloodline has done for you.
I believe under the protection of the Holy Light Bloodline, Dawn City will become a great existence.
I believe that one day, with our joint efforts, there will be no oppression in Dawn City, no war, no poverty, and no hunger.
The future is bright, is hopeful, and I will lead you towards happiness, towards glory!!
I, Lord Kachar, promise you that under my reign, you will receive everything!”
His high-pitched voice completely drove the already excited crowd to a peak.
Not knowing who started it, a loud chorus of chants filled the entire sky.
“Long live Lord Kachar City Lord!!”
“Long live Lord Kachar City Lord!!”
“Lord Kachar…”
Hoarse shouts seemed to release all the inner excitement.
Everyone entered a frenzied state, and there on the platform, in that moment, Lide earned everyone’s respect and adoration.
He was their guardian deity, who had come to their aid in times of crisis and led them to a city safer than the Divine Country.
He granted them free housing and food, allotted them land, and in the future, would establish academies and the Magic Tower for their descendants to learn from.
Praise Lord Kachar, praise the Holy Light Bloodline!!