After Maxing out all Classes

Chapter 682: The population of Westwind City has exploded

News of the defeat of the Black Dragon Avicus in Westwind City immediately spread like wildfire throughout the entire Fengmo Continent.

Every year of the Black Dragon’s Flight, the most important and anticipated event throughout Fengmo Continent is which city Avicus will attack.
In previous years, people would be on edge for half a year before hearing news of a city being destroyed by the Black Dragon, then mourn for the unfortunate victims and secretly celebrate their own city being spared from the attack.

But this year is different!

On the day the New Year's bell rang, news spread across the kingdom.
The people of Bright Road were the first to hear the news, they breathed a sigh of relief and then celebrated with joyous cheers throughout the city.

The Queen, who participated in the battle against the Black Dragon, was hailed by the people as the “Millennial King”, and the Black Earth Knights were also hailed as a “heroic legion” and were wildly pursued by the people.
 

The news also flew to Lost City.
The Dark Church, who received the news, was so shocked that they couldn't even close their mouths.
They were planning to assassinate Robb not long ago, but now they heard that he can fight against the Black Dragon face to face.
From the Pope to the Archbishops, they were secretly grateful that they hadn't taken action against him.
Celebrating that they had not caused trouble for themselves, the Dark Church immediately dispatched a fleet to attack the Kingdom of Norma again, while the Black Dragon was temporarily not going to attack.
They took advantage of the fact that the news would come to the kingdom of Norma slowly and launched a surprise attack on their ports and took some of their merchant ships.

After a few days of crazy celebrations, Robb thought these guys would calm down, but they became even crazier.

The return tide began!

The rich people who were scared away from big cities by the Black Dragon's flight began returning and moving their wealth back to the city.
The teams of the Noble Houses of Nuolun, Motra, and the Marian returned to Westwind City one after another, bringing with them a large amount of wealth.

These three houses were just representatives, and more wealthy people were still returning to the city.
For a while, the entrance to Westwind City was as crowded as post-Spring Festival rush hour.
 

That evening, when Robb was lazy on his stone stool again, he saw Number 32 passing by with a stack of thick paper, accompanied by a few low-level administrative staff who were discussing something with him.

Those low-level administrative staff members saw Robb, showing a respectful expression in their eyes and giving him a big salute, but only number 32 had his nose in the air and didn't pay attention.

He looked like a badass and said to the low-level administrative staff members, “You two, finish this pile of papers today.
Tomorrow morning, I want to see the organized data.”

The low-level staff members said with a distressed face, “This is too much.
We won't be able to finish it before the end of our work hours.”

“Then work overtime!” Number 32 said, “What good is an employee who doesn't work overtime?”
 

The low-level staff members replied with silence.

Robb heard their conversation and couldn't help but laugh, saying, “Hey! 32, I’m warning you, forcing employees to work overtime outside of the designated hours violates 'Westwind Law.' Unless you pay them overtime, I will represent them and seek justice from you.”

“What is the 'Westwind Law'?” Number 32 asked curiously, “I have never heard of it before.”

Robb said, “It's a regulation I just came up with on the spot.
Now that you've heard of it, you better abide by it.”

Number 32 replied with silence.

It was unreasonable, but in Westwind City, if they didn’t follow Robb, then they would get in trouble.
Number 32 had to say with a distressed face, “Okay, I will pay overtime.
Today you will work overtime and organize these materials.”

The low-level administrative staff members were overjoyed and quickly said to Robb, “Thank you, Godfather.”

“Hey, I'm the one who pays the overtime.
Why aren't you thanking me?” Number 32 asked.

The low-level administrative staff members turned their heads away.

Robb laughed heartily and asked, “What's going on with you guys? I see you have a thick stack of stuff in your hands.
What is it?”

Number 32 had to turn around and say, “It's the census and statistics of the new residents who have returned to the city in recent days.”

“Oh?” Robb asked, “What kind of census of new residents?”

As soon as he asked, he immediately realized that this must be an order from Miss Queen to number 32, allowing him to keep track of the resident population of Westwind City at all times.
From the perspective of a ruler of a kingdom, such things must be done.
Robb, a lazy person, used to ignore this kind of thing.
He had no idea how many people lived in Westwind City, only a rough estimate.

The low-level administrative staff members respectfully reported, “In recent days, the population of Westwind City has exploded.
There are many more people returning to the city than there were originally leaving the city.
It's like a bunch of people have suddenly appeared out of thin air.
We are currently counting these newly arrived people and helping some of them find jobs and housing, so there's a lot of work.”

Robb said, “Oh? The population has increased again?”

The administrative staff members said, “Godfather, before, we only had people from West Gran come here to find work.
However, after the news of you being able to withstand even the Black Dragon, countless people from surrounding villages and towns are crazily pouring in.
This time, it's not just the West Gran drifters who are coming to find work, but even the nobles who live in small towns or private estates are moving here.
We met several nobles on the street today.”

Robb chuckled when he heard this and asked, “Are they here to ask for protection?”

“Yes,” he whispered.
“Although it's not fair to Her Majesty, the truth is that the political situation in West Gran is still very unstable.
We’ll never know when Her Majesty might lose to Mondra.
Of course, we don't want that to happen, and no one does.
But if such a thing really does happen, people would still prefer to be in a safer city.”

West Gran’s Westwind city, which even the black dragon couldn't defeat, is undoubtedly the safest place in the world right now, without a doubt!

Robb didn't need the administrator to explain this, and he understood what he meant.
He couldn't help but shake his head and smile, “These nobles really underestimate Her Majesty.
In fact, the battle against the black dragon was not just my accomplishment alone.
Her Majesty's timely support was also a crucial factor.
These nobles should be punished and taught a lesson.”