Chapter 478: Chapter 223: Grassland Druid Culture

After sorting everything out, Robson called for his adjutant, a somewhat slow-witted Orc.

Everyone in the army knew that being the Lord’s adjutant was a great assignment. Work for two months, or even just two weeks, and you were almost guaranteed a promotion.

Prominent figures in the army, like Baron Boyang and Knight Ace, had all come up that way.

This was by Robson’s design.

But there was an exception to every rule—this Orc, for example.

Robson had originally planned to have Baron Ed replace him. After all, he owed the man a great deal, and Baron Ed was quite hardworking. As long as their interests didn’t significantly clash, he, Lord Robson, was a man who repaid his debts.

Robson had always felt the Orc wasn’t the sharpest, but he was incredibly efficient. He’d observed this several times, and the Orc’s loyalty was commendable as well.

This made Robson reluctant to post him elsewhere, so he kept the Orc by his side. At the same time, he also had Baron Ed transferred up.

"Lord," the Orc said, his eyes wide and earnest.

"Take this list down," Robson said. "These are the top performers from the last battle. They are all to receive five hundred merit points or five Gold Coins."

After the battle at the Centaur King City, Robson had more or less escaped poverty, and he was starting to spend more freely.

Under the military merit system, merit points could also be purchased. However, this was restricted to citizens of the Affleck Domain, and the amount could not be too large. After all, Affleck was deeply tied to the merit system. There were many people in the domain who were not in the military, yet many positions in Affleck required merit points.

Currently, five hundred merit points were worth about five Gold Coins.

"As you command, my Lord," the Orc replied.

However, after receiving his orders, the Orc didn’t leave right away.

"Is there something else?" Robson asked, puzzled.

The Orc pointed outside the tent.

"My Lord, the Chieftain of the Bear Race outside says he has urgent business with you.

You said before that you weren’t to be disturbed, so he’s still waiting outside," the Orc said.

’The Chieftain of the Bear Race?’

Robson realized it must be Chief Mole.

Because Robson had been compiling data, he’d posted his personal guards outside and told them not to let anyone in unless it was urgent.

’But what could Chief Mole want with me now?’

"Let him in," Robson said.

"Yes, my Lord."

....

Not long after the Orc left, a tall and powerful Bear Race Warrior entered, accompanied by two...

Robson looked at the two figures behind Chief Mole, quite puzzled. ’What kind of creatures are they?’

They were about the same height as goblins, but a little plumper, and each had an umbrella on their head.

Upon seeing Robson, Chief Mole performed an awkward Human Race salute.

"Lord."

"There’s no need for formalities, Chieftain," Robson said. "And who might these two be?"

Although Robson didn’t know what these two mysterious creatures behind Chief Mole were, he could at least tell they were alive.

"Venerable Elders," Chief Mole said, turning to his companions. "This is the one I told you about—the benevolent Lord Robson of the Human Race."

’Benevolent.’ Robson had no idea when that word had become his trademark. More importantly, it seemed that title was spreading all over his domain.

’Robson figured it was the influence of his past life that made him treat his subjects like actual people, more or less.’

"Lord, these are the ones you asked me about before—the Druids of the plains.

Do you remember what I told you about the races of the Beastman Empire?" Chief Mole asked.

Robson nodded.

Robson had asked Chief Mole about it before, and the chieftain had explained the origin of the Beastman Empire. One had to admit, Chief Mole was a rather scholarly bear.

The Beastman Empire, simply put, was created by the Elves to counterbalance the Humans. It served as a strategic buffer zone between them.

That was why many races in the Beastman Empire had migrated there with the support of the Elf Empire.

It was perfectly normal that Robson didn’t recognize them. Although he read a great deal, the books he read were mostly written by humans and focused on the affairs of the Southern Continent.

This continent was far vaster than any landmass from Robson’s previous life.

Although Humans were called the hegemons of the continent, that title really only applied to the Southern Continent. The sphere of Human influence only covered twenty to thirty percent of the land.

To the northeast were the Elves, the hegemons of the Northern Continent. The buffer zone between them and the humans consisted of the Giant Demon Federation and the Beastman Empire. Apart from these major powers, the continent’s fringes held others, such as the North Border Remnant Clan north of the Beastman Empire, the Sea Race near the Haven Kingdom, and the Naga.

Moreover, there were also theories of an "Outer World" and an "Inner World." The Demon Beast Mountain Range served as the concrete divider between them. This mountain range formed a circle on the rectangular continent, and within that circle lay the Endless Desert.

For instance, the Dwarf Kingdom that previously did business with the Fengman Clan was a power from the Inner World. The Beastmen were too, though they had emerged several thousand years ago. The origins of several other races were lost to history. The only confirmed natives of the Outer World were Humans and Elves.

Generally, Robson listened to all of this as if they were just stories.

After all, in a society with such rigid class stratification, the most he, Lord Robson, could hope for in this life was to solidify his title as a high-ranking noble. That he’d been able to achieve even this much was thanks to riding the favorable winds of the Beastmen conflict and leveraging the Fengman Clan’s accumulated resources.

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