Rome must fall.

Chapter 308 Temporary Village Supervisor
"You came just in time. I just received a notice and was about to send someone to look for you."

"Is there anything I can do?" Celisses asked hurriedly.

"Today, a group of people from the Ministry of Agriculture will come and start measuring the fields around the village. You need to tell all the villagers not to interfere with the work of the Ministry of Agriculture. In addition, they will need a lot of wooden poles when measuring the fields, but they don't bring many. I hope you can bring some of the villagers to help make some. After all, if you help them finish measuring the fields earlier, you can get the land earlier."

Celis immediately became excited and asked eagerly, "What kind of wooden pole do you want to make?"

"Any wood will do, as long as it's strong enough," Staggs gestured with his hands. "It has to be at least this long and this thick."

"How much?"

"The more, the merrier."

"I will go tell the tribesmen right now. Don't worry, once they know the news, they will definitely help." After saying this, Celisis turned around and walked out.

"Don't worry, there are still things to do." Starks called to Selysis, stuffed the last bit of bread into his mouth, drank a sip of water, and then said: "The medical department has also sent a medical team, and they will be here soon... The medical rounds are to help treat the injured villagers in the village. When the time comes, you can call all the villagers who need this here and let them help take a look. And don't forget your right leg, let them take a good look at it, maybe they can cure it for you."

"Okay, I'll remember that. I'll notify the sick tribesmen to come over." Selicis agreed verbally, but didn't take it too seriously. He had been injured for more than a year, and even sought treatment from the priest in the main village, but he was not completely cured. He had long lost hope.

"Just now, my men told me that up to now, no one has come to register. You know, people lined up early two days ago. Do you think the remaining 75 households have made up their minds not to join our Knicks tribe?" asked Staggs.

Celis thought for a moment and replied, "It's possible. There are men in these 75 households. When I went to persuade them one by one yesterday, most of them refused to give in."

Not only did they not give in, some even insulted Selysis as a traitor and wanted to beat him up... Selysis did not say any of this because he was afraid of angering the Nix people, which would be detrimental to them. After all, they were all members of the same tribe who had lived together for more than ten years.

Staggs looked at him and asked in a deep voice, "What do you think makes them so stubborn?"

"I think it may be that they still find it difficult to accept that their own tribe has not yet been completely destroyed, but they have hastily joined the...enemy of the destroyed tribe." Selysis said calmly.

In fact, he did not tell the whole truth. Judging from the persuasions he gave to these people in their homes yesterday, most of them actually had the same idea as the injured and disabled young tribesman. It was just that the young tribesman used this statement to cover up his shame for joining the Knicks, while they firmly believed that the reinforcements of the Pannoni Tribal Alliance would return soon and drive away the Knicks who occupied the tribal land.

"Oh, so that's how it is." Staggs couldn't help but sneer, "These people think too much. They will have a hard time living in the future."

"How about I go and persuade them again today?" Celithis asked again, pretending to be positive.

"No need. If they don't want to join, then don't join. After today, they will be foreign auxiliaries of the tribe, and we can just make room for new members to move in." Staggs said nonchalantly, "After a while, they will regret it, but it won't be easy for them to join the tribe by then."

Selysis sighed inwardly.

Next, he was busy mobilizing the tribesmen who had joined the Knicks tribe to make wooden poles.

Things went smoothly, not only because of Celithis' prestige and appeal, but also because the tribesmen learned that the purpose of making wooden poles was to measure the land so that it could be divided among them later. So everyone was very active, and they even pulled out the wooden fences outside their own yards because there was not enough wood.

In the morning, the work team sent by the Ministry of Agriculture arrived. After meeting with Staggs, more than 40 people, under the escort of dozens of soldiers sent by Staggs, went non-stop to the outside of the village and started the surveying work.

Although there are many teenagers in this work team, they work in an orderly manner. Each child has his or her own task and is very focused.

Village residents also rushed to the work team. They kept Celis' instructions in mind and did not disturb them, but they were extremely excited just watching the work team measuring the fields. They simply made wooden poles nearby, which greatly improved the work team's efficiency.

The people of Segestica had previously seen two young men in the main house registering them, and now seeing so many young men measuring, calculating and recording in the fields was a huge shock to them.

Because in their old ideas, these things can only be done by priests with high status and profound knowledge, but the young men of Knys seem to be able to write and count, which makes them yearn for the future life in the Knys tribe even more. At the same time, they have a strong idea in their hearts: they must send their children to that school to study, so that they can become great figures like priests in the future!
On the morning of the fourth day, Starks led his 4 soldiers and escorted hundreds of foreign auxiliaries to the east end of the village. "Maeotias, no need to send them off, go back." Starks looked at his men and said seriously, "Although after I took these people away, the village is now full of people who have joined the tribe, but you must not let your guard down. Before receiving the order to leave, you must maintain order in the village, and don't let our efforts in the past few days go to waste!"

"Don't worry, Captain. I will take good care of this place." Maeotias made a solemn promise and reminded, "But Captain, you must send someone to inform us as soon as possible."

Staggs nodded, and then instructed the other two centurions to obey Maiontias's arrangements.

Finally, he looked at the temporary village manager who came to see him off and said sincerely: "Selisis, I am very happy to meet you in this village. You have helped us a lot! Thank you!"

"I'm also very happy to meet you. It makes me feel that joining the Knicks is not... a bad thing." Celisses said more implicitly.

Staggs laughed and said, "Not only is it not a bad thing, it is a great thing for you! Because you are very capable, and capable people will not be buried in our tribe. However, you must continue to look after your people, help Maiontias and others maintain order in the village, and continue to show your abilities to the tribe. I believe that you will never be just a temporary village supervisor in the future."

Staggs' words touched Seris' heart, but he couldn't express it directly. He just nodded slightly, turned to look at the tribesmen in front of him who were forced to leave the village by the Nix soldiers, and asked with some concern: "Are they... okay next?"

"Although these people are unwilling to join the tribe, according to the law, they have become foreign auxiliary people of the tribe. We will send them to your main village. As long as they don't make trouble and work hard, they will live well. Maybe in half a year or a year, they will join the tribe and come back."

"hope so."

"We should get going now. We'll see you later," Staggs said, extending his right hand.

"Goodbye!" Celithis also stretched out his hand, and the two shook hands vigorously.

Watching Staggs and his group go away, Celis felt a little melancholy. Although he had only worked with Staggs for three days, perhaps because he got along well with him, he felt a little empty at the moment.

He stood there with Maeontius and three other centurions until the entire team disappeared from sight, then turned around and walked back.

When we were almost at the main house, we heard the voice of Memaiontius behind us: "Selysis, I feel your legs are better, right?"

Celises subconsciously reached out to touch the wound, but felt a thick layer of linen. Then he remembered that Staggs had asked Dr. Nix to see him yesterday, and he had no choice but to agree.

After examining him, Dr. Nix made a suggestion: the flesh around his repeatedly festering wounds must be dug out, and then herbal medicine must be applied, and the wound should heal.

Under Staggs' strong request, he reluctantly agreed to give it a try. He could endure the pain of cutting flesh and the burning sensation after applying the medicine, but the intermittent itching on his legs at night prevented him from sleeping well. This morning, thinking about bidding farewell to Staggs, he forgot about the injury on his leg. Now, after Maiontius's reminder, he found that not only did the wound not itch anymore, but it didn't hurt much after his right leg touched the ground, and he dared to use some strength.

Celisis felt relieved immediately, thinking: The medical skills of the Knicks are really good! When the doctor comes to check on me tomorrow, I must take the initiative to find him and change the medicine for him.

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Pricas and Andres' son Ancasus jumped into the boat that had been prepared long ago and fled from the captured eastern fortress of Segestica. The group took the boat and drifted south along the winding Sava River.

Seeing that they were out of danger, his subordinates suggested several times: stop the boat and go ashore, find a tribe first, fill their stomachs, and then discuss what to do next.

He rejected them all.

In the afternoon, the river ahead suddenly widened. On the right bank, there were patches of reeds that stretched to the end of the field of vision. The reeds dancing in the river wind covered the narrow waterways. Occasionally, fishermen rowing small boats could be seen passing through them. The warm sunshine shone on the golden reeds. Pairs of egrets soared in the sky, and flocks of wild ducks played in the river.

(End of this chapter)