232. Middlers

The homeless he brought were well fed and were given shelter though they were still restless about the fact they didn't have jobs.

To their eyes, Nix was certainly a savior although his attitude was unfitting to the role he handled them how he usually handles others.

Sitting opposite inside his office room with several documents scattered across the table. He was checking the revenue and job vacancies to take give options for runaways. Instead of forcing them, he wanted to give them choice so that they can do things they could come up to like.

'Hmm... Bandits is a no, Labyrinth excavations is a no, Farming and Trading seems like the best choice. There are also other nine hours labor works and security jobs. Patrol soldiers and Spies. Seems good.'

He contemplated rubbing the back of his neck.

Ring! Ring!

Nix tapped the bell on his table twice to call out for the clerk.

"Yes, Clan Lord?" Said a woman in a maid uniform.