While Kenneth was trying his best to figure out a way to enfold the Dajax tribe into the Prosperous Northwest, hundreds of red banners suddenly started appearing in Stronghold 144 in the Northwest.
“Hand over enough to the stronghold, and the rest is yours to keep!”
“An entire family can be well-fed as a result of one person’s farming!”
Such conspicuous banners appeared on the streets and in the alleys of the stronghold, the town outside the stronghold no exception.
Not only were banners flown everywhere, but Emeka also organized several hundred employees from the administrative center to go out onto the streets to set up small tables at dozens of locations across the stronghold where human traffic was greater. The tables were all stacked with promotional pamphlets.
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