Soon enough, the area in front of the church was packed with villagers.
Those with livestock drove their carts over, while those without brought along a large wooden plank for hauling coal.
However, the coal merchant didn't distribute coal directly as usual.
A chubby young nobleman walked out from behind the coal wagon, wearing a friendly smile and raising his hand for silence: "Hello everyone, I am the general manager of Worlo Coal Company. My surname is Rochefort."
Yes, he rarely comes to Meidion Village, and even if he does, it's only to interact with a handful of the village's lesser nobles.
The reason he's standing here now is because he has a very important business venture to handle—Mr. Walsh isn't optimistic about this deal and didn't want to invest. So he put forth all his own savings, ready to take a gamble.
Under the curious gaze of the villagers, several coal company employees unloaded a pile of iron sheets, iron rods, and other items from the front wagon.
