Chapter 819: Will you work for me?

Robb walked up to the Maya refugees and carefully examined the group. It was evident that there were no strong men among them, most likely because they had been slaughtered from the beginning. In the structure of the Maya tribe, strong men were equivalent to Eagle Warriors, and when the People of Norma conquered the tribe, they inevitably killed all the Eagle Warriors. The sorcerers were also killed, leaving only the elderly, women, and children behind.

Furthermore, these weak and malnourished individuals were clearly mistreated by the People of Norma, who never provided them with enough food or warmth, enslaving them to the point of death. The people of Norma had no qualms about making them engage in strenuous labor such as mining, construction, road-building, and transporting goods.

However, Robb couldn't bring himself to do the same. He didn't have such a dark heart.

So, what could these people do?

Physical labor was out of the question, so they would have to engage in lighter tasks. However, the mining town was in disrepair, and the main job vacancies were in mining, construction, and road-building, all of which required heavy physical labor. There were no light tasks available. How could this be resolved?

Robb furrowed his brow. It was inconvenient, but as a fundamentally kind person, he couldn't bear to see the elderly, weak, and vulnerable suffer. He had no choice but to tackle this issue head-on.

Well, let's just say a few things and think on the go.

Robb couldn't help but feel delighted. Just a moment ago, he didn't know how to make use of these people, but now he did! He only had one translator at his disposal, the young merchant, and his translation duties were overwhelming. He not only had to facilitate communication between Robb and the tribal chief but also interact with Suofa, the Eagle Warriors, draw maps, and handle any communication needed with the workers and supervisors at the mining site.

The poor translator was utterly exhausted!

And now, among this large group of refugees, there were at least dozens of potential translators to choose from.

He couldn't help but laugh and said, "Now, I'm asking those among you who understand the language of white people, who can speak it, or at least can communicate with white people in their daily lives, to step forward."

"You speak English very well," Robb exclaimed. "What did you do before?"

The woman whispered, "I used to work as a domestic helper for the white masters in the southern colonies."

No wonder, just like housemaids, they frequently needed to communicate with their employers, so they quickly learned the language.

Robb addressed the group of thirty-plus people, "From now on, you will work as translators for us. Various professions will require a few translators... you will all be useful."

As soon as he said these words, a look of terror appeared on the faces of all the Maya refugees, and even the few accompanying Eagle Warriors raised their spears...

Robb quickly grasped the situation; these people thought he wanted to enslave them just like the people of Norma.