Cecil's collar, in the lord's study.

The population migration report for a while has been sent to Gao Wen's desk. Gao Wen looked at every number on it carefully, with an extremely dedicated expression.

The situation was not much different from what he expected. After the month of recovery, a new wave of immigration began, and this time, the number of refugees moved into the Cecil territory far exceeded the number of serfs and slaves purchased.

The news that Cecil's acceptance of refugees spread throughout autumn and winter has spread and spread, and has now spread across all corners of the southern border. Even the most uninformed civilians know that the pioneering territory next to the dark mountains is absorbing foreign populations almost unconditionally, and that anyone has the opportunity to obtain land, houses and free people on that land. During the entire frost moon stage last year, Gao Wen spared no effort to advance this matter, and at this moment, he finally saw the effect.

Byron Knights released a large number of employment news in the southern border through his mercenary channels and fulfilled every transaction. So the merchants who operated ships and convoys tasted the sweetness in the process and established enough trust in the Cecil leader, so the work of attracting refugees entered a virtuous cycle.

Nowadays, there is no need for the Byron Knight to send people to travel, so there are fixed "immigration caravans" running between various territories and doing this "emerging business". Those caravan owners who are bold and careful and have good mercenary relations can find displaced people in various places or seekers who want to go to Cecil's territory for various reasons. These merchants carry license documents issued by the Duke of Cecil and transport these people to Cecil for free. Then they receive remuneration from the Government Affairs Department based on the number of people transported. Even some mercenaries put down their swords and bought several caravans to start similar businesses. Collect refugees and immigrants and sent them to Cecil's territory. This has become a business...

In this process, Gao Wen took action to rectify several unlawful acts of not abiding by the law, and executed a group of criminals who attempted to traffic in population or abuse immigration. This was a rule for this "business" and also imprinted the concept of Cecil's strict laws in the minds of those merchants and mercenaries.

Compared with the increase in the number of immigrants, what made Gao Wen even more happy was that the optimization of the occupational structure of new immigrants. Last year, those who moved to the Cecil Territory were basically slaves and wanderers with no skills. People like craftsmen and scholars would not fall into the state of homelessness and selling themselves as slaves under normal circumstances. Therefore, all this type of technical talents were "poached" at a high price. However, among the recent batches of migrant populations, skilled craftsmen who voluntarily moved into the territory have appeared. The emergence of these people means one thing: the attractiveness of the Cecil Territory is increasing.

People have stubborn suspicion and prejudice about this land at the foot of the dark mountains, which is difficult to change in a short period of time, but Cecil's lord has indeed gained a foothold here, and there are particularly generous treatments for technical talents here. Driven by sufficient interests, people's suspicion and prejudice will give in.

At the end of winter, the Cecil Lord City had a population of more than 14,000. For this era, this is already a population that can be called a "medium-sized city". However, for the Cecil Lord, which is rapidly building a magic industrialization, these populations still have considerable loopholes in establishing an industrial system. Now, with the increasing number of migrant populations and the continuous optimization of the immigration structure, the population problem that has always plagued Gao Wen has finally begun to gradually ease.

Putting down the report document in his hand, Gao Wen breathed comfortably, then stood up and prepared to move his body, but when he was about to stand up, the window of the study suddenly opened automatically, and a cold wind blew into the room.

Gao Wen raised his hand and knocked in the air: "You can't come in through the door occasionally?"

Amber's figure emerged with this brain collapse. The half-elf-like lady covered her head and looked at Gao Wen with dissatisfaction: "Why do you all the people in the Cecil family like to knock on people's heads? Two days ago, I joked with Rebecca that she also wanted to knock on my head with a stick. If you can't leave some good ancestral teachings for future generations?"

"Knocking people's heads is not the ancestral teaching I left behind. Knights are better than mages," Gao Wen glanced at the guy, "Tell me, what should you be wandering around the city at this time?"

"I'm patrolling the territory for you!" Amber retorted with a stare, then raised his hand and pointed to the direction of the dock area. "A new ship came from the dock, and a group of people who wanted to settle here... But the situation is a bit complicated, and the people in the registration office are unsure of their ideas, so I'll come to you."

"Is the immigration boat?" Gao Wen frowned, not knowing what to report on such a thing. "As long as it is not a vicious infectious disease patient, several types of criminals who are prohibited from being accepted and the people who are trafficked here, just register and send them to the buffer camp? And even in the three situations I just mentioned, there should be corresponding handling regulations."

"New situation," Amber spread her hands, "is a heretic who was persecuted by religion..."

Gao Wen: “…ha?”

Soon, he and Amber came to the dock area in the north of the city. On the brand new, cement-paved pier open space, he saw soldiers maintaining order, ship owners who were explaining the situation to the soldiers, and those new immigrants with frown and haggard faces.

"The Lord is here! The Lord is here!"

Soon someone noticed that Gao Wen's figure was two meters tall and was indeed eye-catching everywhere. The crowd gathered to watch immediately retreated while saluting. Gao Wen walked to the center of the incident. He first quickly looked at the "heretic immigrants" who were obviously in uneasiness.

There were more than twenty people, men, women, and children. They were dressed in different clothes. Some wore ordinary lint cloth clothes, while others wore wool coats that were quite high-end in this era. But overall, these people's clothes should be considered to be the one with moderate or superior conditions among the civilians.

These people who should have lived a worry-free life obviously have gone through a long journey that is not very comfortable. Their faces turned pale, haggard, their hair was messy and greasy, their cheeks were deep and trembling in the cold wind. They looked at the eyes around them and looked frightened, especially when they saw Gao Wen. This is a sign of long-term mental tension and constant concern for life and death.

Seeing the situation of these people, thinking about what Amber told him on the road, Gao Wen guessed what these people had encountered. At the same time, these "refugees" also knelt down and bowed after confirming the status of the nobles in front of them. The boss of the boat wearing a brown coat and with a big beard also knelt down and said, "Lord, I just sent these people here."

Gao Wen raised his hand and stopped the ship boss's about to start his defense and deception: "Let's stand up first. Where do these people come from?"

The refugees stood up, and the boat boss also stood up nervously, not staying in front of Gao Wen and bowed: "Go back to Master, it comes from the Holy Spirit Plain."

"It's really a short road..." Gao Wen frowned, "What's the so-called exiled heresy?"

"That's too serious, Lord Lord," said the boss of the ship hurriedly, "these people ran out because someone in their local church did evil tricks, and they were afraid of being implicated and did not dare to stay in their hometown..."

Gao Wen nodded, looked at the trembling people, and pointed at one of them: "Tell me what's going on."

"I...we did nothing, and the pastors said that we were cultists' minions, seized our house... and drove us out..." Gao Wen picked up a strong man who looked very honest and honest. He stuttered, not knowing whether he was nervous or born like this when facing the great nobles. "We are catching people everywhere, burning... burning people, too... too..."

"Oh, stop talking, you're so stuttering, tainted the Lord's ears!" A woman next to the man interrupted him. The woman was nervous and bowed to Gao Wen repeatedly, "Master, we are all honest civilians, farming at home or doing some small business..."

"Who determined that you were cult minions?" Gao Wen directly interrupted those who could not even describe their own situation and asked a straightforward question, "Which church pastor? Why do they make judgments?"

"It's... the priests of the Church of Holy Light," a man in a wool coat spoke. "Last winter, several families in the city were kidnapped by cultists, and their bodies were discovered a few days later. Later, the priests and knights of the Church of Holy Light found the cults hiding in the city. After burning the cultists to death, they began to search the whole city... They said that only the Holy Light can identify the cults hiding in ordinary people, so everyone believed what they said."

Gao Wen frowned slowly as he listened.

Amber approached him and tried to tiptoe and whispered: "Hey, I'll tell you, I'm afraid there will be troubles when I bring these people in..."

Gao Wen had a expressionless face: "Please?"

"The priests of the Holy Light Sect are very difficult to deal with," Amber muttered, "and their noses are more than Turin, and they like to associate everything with evil and heresy. If you bring in these people expelled by the Holy Light Sect, they might take advantage of the problem."

"It doesn't matter this kind of trouble," Gao Wen said casually. "The Church of the Holy Light will have their review. I have my review. In Cecil, you must follow Cecil's rules. Review these people according to the prescribed process, call Pittman, and see if they really have magic reactions. If there is no problem, just send them to the buffer camp."

Gao Wen did not believe in the "heretical judgment" made by the Church of the Holy Light, especially after hearing the experiences of these people. However, he would not blindly believe in these refugees because of his doubts about the Church of the Holy Light, so he would confirm their identity before putting them into the city. Pittman was able to identify the breath of the fallen druid magic. So far, the little old man's judgment is still very accurate. He can confirm whether these people are believers of the deceased church, and if they are eternal sleepers...

That's even simpler. Gao Wen just goes back to the Internet and see if there are any strange IPs around him.

As for the Storm Son... Gao Wen thinks there is no need to worry. Those guys have completely withdrawn from the land and are now fighting against the deep-sea salted fish spirits.
Chapter completed!