When Recker drew a piece of land with the number 53 and excitedly stepped down from the platform, the crowd below was instantly ignited.
Even many had quietly begun to shed tears. Even though it was not yet their turn, the excitement of a dream about to be realized overwhelmed them—land, this was land, by the Goddess above, what a sacred and magnificent appellation.
And they were about to possess a piece.
A good half of the crowd consisted of commoners who had no land of their own and had always tilled the soil for the nobles; their emotions were the most agitated and intense.
Lide, too, encouraged those who came up to draw lots, a smile on his face, under everyone's watchful gaze.
He actually didn't know what to say to these strangers he had never met before; all he could do was mimic what he had seen on TV, patting one person on the shoulder, shaking another's hand.