The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

"Respected Your Highness, regarding the task you entrusted to me, I am fortunate not to have disgraced my mission! Every refugee at the North Gate, whether elderly or young, has received adequate nutrition under my careful care. I can assure you with my life that from today, cold and hunger will become history, and not a single person will die from hunger and cold."

This person is a servant of Governor Wilson and also the Affairs Officer of the Governor's Mansion.

Although he took all the credit upon himself, Erin did not fuss over it but merely nodded slightly and said in a gentle yet poised voice.

"I have seen your efforts, and it is indeed not easy to organize and coordinate the lives and production of tens of thousands of people so orderly. I will mention your name to Governor Wilson, and he will be proud of you."

Watching the increasingly radiant smile on the official's face, she then turned her gaze to the servants also standing in the snow around, and continued in a clear and authoritative voice.

"And all of you, alike, those who persist at their posts in the cold wind, and those who grit their teeth and persevere in adversity... If this is Saint Sis' trial for us, your noble souls must have left a profound impression on Him. Without your efforts, there wouldn't be the miracle that all of us witness here today."

This honor should not be shared by a single person alone.

Be it she or the bureaucrats of the Governor's Mansion.

Surveying the faces brimming with emotion and pride, Erin walked over to an iron pot not far away and said to the cook responsible for serving porridge.

"Please give me a bowl too."

Startled by the Princess addressing a servant like himself, the cook froze instantly, unsure and looked at the official beside him.

The Affairs Officer of the Governor's Mansion also froze and hurriedly said.

"Princess, how can you eat such food..."

Not only did the Affairs Officer attempt to dissuade her, but Theresa also couldn't help but step forward and said.

"Your Highness, we can feel your intentions, you needn't go to such lengths."

Looking at the porridge made of mashed wheat, Theresa couldn't help but swallow her saliva, unable to imagine how terrible this thing might taste.

Her horse's food was better than this stuff!

However, facing the persuasion from both, Erin remained unmoved and calmly looked at her and said.

"Theresa, I once said that I hope one day they could enjoy cakes, and although I know this is just an impractical wish or rather a direction for efforts, if we don't even know what they usually eat, how can we possibly improve their lives?"

"Your Highness..." Facing those resolute emerald green eyes, Theresa's gaze slightly softened, finally falling silent and refraining from further obstruction.

With the officials of the Governor's Mansion staring intently, the cook dared not move an inch, with sweat beading on his forehead from anxiety.

Seeing his predicament, Erin gave Theresa a glance.

The latter comprehended, stepped forward, took the wooden spoon from the cook's hand, and after a moment's hesitation, scooped out half a bowl from the dwindling contents of the pot.

Receiving the hot porridge from Theresa's hand, Erin gently blew on it, then under the tense gaze of all, brought it to her mouth and tasted a bit.

The taste was indescribable.

Though not impossible to swallow, it certainly wasn't very good.

Yet what comforted her was that at least it didn't contain sand, nor anything else that would upset one's stomach.

Thus her efforts were not in vain.

Watching the Governor's Mansion official sweating heavily, Erin smiled as she handed the bowl back to Theresa, then nodded to everyone and said.

"Thank you for your hard work."

...

The bowl of wheat porridge at the city gate was more filling than anticipated; returning to the manor, Erin surprisingly didn't feel hungry at all.

However, following the principle of not wasting food, she symbolically ate a bit, and the untouched dinner was given to the servants in the manor.

Just then, she encountered Winkedon Danqi of the South Stream Valley County family, who had stayed overnight at the guest house last night, and she greeted them.

The River Valley, divided into northern and southern regions by the stream, is the most fertile land on the northeastern shore of the Vortex Sea, and also the granary of the Campbell Duchy.

And Earl Danqi is the ruler of the southern part of this plain.

The reason why the grain merchants from the Ryan Kingdom did not experience the anticipated famine in Thunder City is at least half due to the River Valley plains.

The other half comes from the sea.

Meanwhile, the food used by the Governor's Mansion for refugee relief also came from the South Stream Valley County.

And interestingly, the covered wagons transporting the grains arrived almost simultaneously with Earl Danqi's carriage coming to attend the banquet in Thunder City.

He seemed to have pre-emptively calculated that he would definitely be able to raise the money, so he readily took the opportunity to extend this helpful gesture.

Honestly, before the banquet began, Erin herself was anxious until Mr. Colin bid ten thousand gold coins for her watch.

"Mr. Danqi, thank you for extending your helping hand."

"You're welcome, esteemed Princess."

Earl Danqi nodded slightly, his tone respectful yet not devoid of humor as he continued.

"It is my honor to serve you, not to mention it is a profitable trade for us, isn't it?"

Erin smiled slightly and continued politely.

"But if a famine occurred, wouldn't South Stream Valley County earn more? So I still greatly appreciate your timely assistance."