Micheal had actually sent a message to Alterra the previous night using the Village Center, as lords of allied and subsidiary villages could do. However, him being him, he just told them a surprise was coming with this caravan.
At the time, Ansel sneered. ’That jerk is always trying to appear mysterious,’ he said, and he was right. One of Micheal’s sources of small joys was to keep people guessing.
Anyway, the leading party was expecting people coming in and they assumed they were someone’s acquaintance. If her children weren’t with her and asking for attention everywhere, it was estimated that Althea herself would be monitoring the changes.
Ansel did go out to greet them when they were notified that the caravan had arrived.
At this time, Juno had already led the newcomers to the Village Center. Juno had been here often enough to know the process and he knew that anyone who missed this step would be recorded as suspicious individuals.
The green-haired warrior didn’t want to commit that technicality when his lord obviously wanted to make a good impression through this ’delivery’.
They registered one by one, also guided by the concierge there. Even this alone was impressive. Who had so many resources to have a welcoming information desk?
Orz and the others registered with smiles. Even if the captain and the others weren’t here, they’d definitely settle their families here. Only such a territory would give them enough sense of security if they wanted to continue exploring this dangerous world.
"This is where we can register to become residents, right?" Ricky asked, wanting to ask them to take him to where Sunny was.
The concierge smiled at them, used to this question. "Yes, but you cannot register as a resident for now."
This made everyone flinch and look at her in despair. She felt awkward and cleared her throat.
No matter how many times she went through this, it was hard to get used to being stared at with such… passion by a big group of people.
"I’m not saying you can’t ever do so, but as newcomers you’d have to settle in as Visitors first," she said, explaining as gently as she could.
Before, she had gotten into a conflict with formerly-rich people demanding residencies. Those people, whether in Terran or here, had some money so they didn’t have to worry about living. To them, being ’visitors’ was equivalent to being ’informal settlers’ which was completely below them.
They didn’t dare raise hands on her of course—the rules were strict—but they definitely said a lot of mean things. She even heard of the quintessential demand "Call your manager!" which she honestly didn’t think she’d hear so often in Xeno.
Of course, those people had been taught lessons (in the manual prison, charged for harassment) and were now obedient visitors quietly gathering Contribution Points.
There were also more minor cases but, fortunately, those were settled with words. Still, she would be especially tired that day and she’d definitely be hanging around in bars or in the entertainment street the same night to loosen up the stress and pent-up anger.
Anyway, her job was not easy. Should she request for a raise?
"We now require 50 silver a month and a one-time payment of 2000 Contribution points to become temporary residents," she said, completely memorizing the script. "To become permanent residents, it is even more expensive at a lump sum of 20 gold and 10,000 contribution points.
"Contribution points can be used to buy other people’s residencies—otherwise, it is non-transferable."
"Contribution Points?"
This made a few pout. They were so excited to become residents here!
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