Before long, the area in front of the church was filled with villagers.
Those with livestock came by cart, while those without carried a large wooden board to transport coal.
However, the coal merchant did not start distributing the coal as usual.
A chubby young nobleman emerged from behind the coal wagon, with a friendly smile, raising his hand to signal everyone to be quiet: "Hello everyone, I am the general manager of the 'Worlo Coal Company'. My surname is Rochefort."
Yes, he rarely visited Meidion Village, and even when he did, he only interacted with a few small nobles in the village.
The reason he was standing here now was for an immensely important business deal—Mr. Walsh was not optimistic about this venture and was unwilling to invest, so he decided to gamble with all his savings.
A few employees of the coal company, under the curious gaze of the villagers, moved a large pile of iron sheeting and iron rods from the first carriage.
