Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 607 - 379: Patrol Officer

"These barbaric Franks haven’t done a single good thing since they arrived."

In the tavern, a Coptic man sat sullenly in the corner, observing the passing Crusaders.

"A glass of Karakal, please."

Damietta had its own tavern, tucked away in the alley corners,

Riel was excitedly clutching the tip handed by this generous, big dumb guest,

This money would be enough to buy a good meal for his mom and sister, as his mom had recently fallen ill and needed to eat something nutritious...

Some pork would be good!

But he soon remembered that the rulers of Damietta had changed from the pork-abstaining Saracens to the Franks, and pork was no longer a cheap and easily obtainable meat.

Better to buy a fish.

Though fish wasn’t technically meat, it was better than just plain grains.

"These Franks are really generous; at this rate, by next month, I’ll have enough money to hire a herbal doctor in town to treat my mom. Once she recovers..."

The shadow blocked the sunlight.

A muscular, dark-skinned man reached out with a sneer: "Riel, that was careless of you."

"Sorry, Santos."

Riel scrambled to his feet, ready to

"Run? Think it’s that easy?"

The man sneered, taking a step to block the entire alley: "Your mother owes us money and has been stalling for two months now; if..."

"The first thing the lords did after conquering Eira Port was to ban usury."

Ahead, two pleasant female voices sounded.

"So is it the same in Damietta?"

A girl with short, light brown hair and peculiar crystal glass accessories over her eyes was asking the girl next to her with long, blue-gray hair.

"Yes, that’s right."

"Hey, don’t block the way!"

Under previous circumstances, suddenly bumping into two lovely girls in such a secluded alley, he might have tried something.

But in front of these two women, who looked young, he was inexplicably creeped out, unable to muster any offensive thoughts.

"Didn’t you hear what we just said?"

"Nina, is your Coptic language not very good?"

The blue-gray short-haired girl was also a bit unsure: "Possibly."

"Get out of the way, or I won’t be so polite!"

The still-shaken Riel looked at the two tall, uniquely dressed but astonishingly beautiful young ladies. Though he couldn’t understand why the usually fierce Santos suddenly became easier to talk to, he still spoke up: "You should run, he’s a bad guy!"

Chelina shook her head, pointing to the sword under her cloak: "As you can see, child, we are armed. The one who should be running is the... gentleman holding you."

An inexplicable sense of terror made the man suddenly scream, dropping Riel as he turned to flee.

But as the brown-haired girl extended a slender finger, her thin lips moving, the man fell flat onto the ground.

His face now was filled with terror, stammering: "Witch, noble Witch, please let me go. My wife is gravely ill, waiting for me to earn money to save her. If I die, my wife and children will die too."

Chelina exchanged a glance with Lavinia and nodded slightly.

"A cunning guy, pleading at the first sign of trouble—if we were naive, well-meaning little witches, he might have tricked us."

"With Heavenly Father above, I swear I’m telling the truth!"

Santos shouted desperately for mercy.

"Stay here; shortly, the City Guard will send someone to arrest you—and those behind you."

Lavinia’s voice was cool.

Behind Santos, there was someone running a brothel, a long-standing business that couldn’t even be eradicated in the holy Pope City.

But human trafficking, forcing good people into prostitution, was utterly intolerable.

"Child, you can go now. Hide your money well. If anyone bullies you, you can report it to the Patrol Police Station in the square."

Lavinia finished speaking.

Chelina added: "If you want to treat your mother, there’s a free medical event by the Saint Lazarus Order at the square later; you can take your mother, and it won’t cost you anything."

Riel finally woke up from his daze, nodding rapidly: "Thank you, thank you, sisters. May the Heavenly Lord bless you!"

The two women smiled at each other.

The Heavenly Lord probably wouldn’t be fond of them, after all, they were dark creatures.

The newly authorized, freshly established Damietta Police Station aimed to replace the City Guard, shouldering the responsibility of city security, but it was still far from achieving this goal. Under Lavinia, there were only the dozen cavalry Losa had temporarily assigned to him.

"Nina, how should I recruit people?"

Chelina pondered for a moment and said: "I can help you with this. I assisted Mr. Kurs in recruiting refugees before. If I think carefully, it should be a similar process. Start by posting a notice on the bulletin board in the square."

"And then?"

"Then screen them. No one can lie to us. We need people with a sense of justice, not hoodlums like that guy earlier."

"But how do we convince these people to voluntarily apply?"

Lavinia raised a finger in frustration: "Losa didn’t give me much budget. To recruit enough staff, the benefits can’t be too good. But if the benefits aren’t good, who would want to join?"

Chelina frowned: "That is indeed a problem..."

Both of them were out of ideas for a while.

Returning to the newly opened police station, they were still a bit worried.

This caught the curiosity of the Ulm Knight assisting them. The Chief Winged Cavalry tentatively asked: "What are the two ladies troubled by?"

Lavinia straightforwardly shared her worries.

After listening, Ulm couldn’t help but smile bitterly. He deliberated before speaking: "Ladies, don’t forget who owns this city. We just need to find the most reputable people in each residential area and require that one person per certain number of households joins the police station, right?"

He paused and added: "If someone is unqualified, just send them back and have them send a replacement."

This made the two women exchange glances, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Ulm added: "You two are just too kind-hearted, always thinking of seeking others’ approval. But in reality, even when doing good deeds, you face misunderstanding. When the Saint Lazarus Order first held clinics, many people thought they were frauds, wizards meddling with magic potions. As long as we recruit people first, over time, they will realize it’s a charitable act benefiting the entire city."

"Thank you for your reminder, Ulm Knight."

Lavinia thanked him sincerely.

Ulm quickly lowered his head, smiling: "Lady, you are too kind. I’ve been doing this kind of work routinely, and have some experience. Helping you two is my honor."

When he was a Patrol Officer, he faced numerous issues.

Later, he garnered endless praise and accolades. Did it really depend on those four words, "fair and just"?

Take, for example, two villages vying for a water source, almost coming to blows. How should this be judged? Should the water source go to the one closest to it? Or split it evenly between the two? Or find out the right and wrong aspects and then decide based on each side’s needs?

These are all issues!