After reading the order, the city defense officer left with the soldiers without staying for even a second, nor did he intend to explain in detail.
Only the uneasy poor people were left, trembling in fear as they discussed worriedly.
"My Lord … What does this mean?" A younger poor said with a bitter face. He could barely be considered young and strong. If the Lord recruited civilians into the army, he would probably be one of them.
"What else can it be? Getting the slave soldiers. " An older poor sighed and said helplessly, "Everyone, pack up your things. Maybe it's time to go out of the city."
"Go out of the city?!" A woman exclaimed, "It's going to snow soon. How can we survive if we go out of the city now?!"
"We can't not go out of the city. What do you think the slave soldiers are for? Not counting the hardships and tiredness, they will certainly suffer from hunger. The worst thing is that every time we need to take risks, the slave soldiers are always the first to go! " The older poor was well-informed. His face was so bitter that it could almost drip bile. "The worst thing is that there are no benefits at all, and you have to be controlled by the military rules. At that time, the baron doesn't even need to say anything. A quasi-knight can casually find a crime to behead you … I once served as a slave soldier. I saw a strong man with a farm in his family who refused to stay as a soldier and wanted to go home to farm. He was casually found a crime of 'cowardice' and beheaded. After he came back, before his farm was confiscated, all the old and young people in his family died that winter … "
He spoke calmly, without much sincerity or sadness. It must be because he had been numb to it for too long. But the poor people around him felt their hair stand on end. They only felt that even the new winter clothes could not block the piercing cold. All of them felt cold from the front to the back, and many people directly shivered.
At this moment, a quick-witted poor had a flash of inspiration and blurted out, "Go find the priest and the others!"
This sentence was only said subconsciously, but it made the poor people feel as if they had been enlightened by the heavens. One by one, they were suddenly enlightened and said, "That's right! Go find the priest and the others! Go find the good people of the Church of the Void Mask! "
After a while, they had already arrived at the station of the Church of the Void Mask. The paladin guarding the gate was surprised to see a group of people hurrying over with panic on their faces. He quickly stopped them and asked them to ask what was going on.
After learning about the cause and effect of the matter, he frowned. He first let these poor people who were sweating profusely because of anxiety and worry to rest, and then he asked the hired workers to bring them hot tea to ward off the cold. After that, he hurriedly went to the prayer room and reported the matter to Priest Kabala.
Kabala listened to him calmly, his brows furrowed.
Kabala calmly listened to the narration and frowned. He said, "Wanting to send these poor people to their deaths is fake. Using these poor people to force us to make a move is real. He said. "If they want these poor people to die, they will die. Even with our help, if we can, they will die. If they leave, more than half, half will be to to help. "If they don", they will help, they will to the future.
"Of course, we can't just sit back and do nothing if they are conscripted." The Paladin understood this and said worriedly, "But what should we do? Kabala frowned and said his analysis, "The lord has the right to conscript civilians.
"Yes, if these poor people are going to be conscripted and we want to protect them, the most feasible way is to temporarily join the army and treat these poor people as our subordinates. But if we do that, I'm afraid there will be a lot of traps and dangers waiting for us." Priest Kabala frowned and said his own analysis.
"That is equivalent to suicide!" The paladin said angrily. "If they want us to slay a dragon, are we going to do it?"
"It is impossible to slay a dragon. I have never heard of a dragon in this place." Kabala smiled and comforted him, but his eyes were full of worry. "But … if it is a tribe of ogres, or a group of trolls, it is already very bad."
He talked to himself for a while, then asked the paladin to go out and comfort the poor people. He knelt in front of the altar and prayed.
Sui Xiong immediately received his prayer. After listening to the introduction, he frowned and looked at Dar City.
As he looked, he immediately saw the black smoke-like evil aura rising from the lord's residence.
"The temple is small, but the wind is strong. The waters are shallow, and there are many turtles!" Sui Xiong snorted and ignored the lord's group. Instead, he looked at the wilderness around Dar City.
In the sharp eyes of a god, all kinds of creatures in the wilderness were vivid in his mind. Be it beasts or monsters, nothing could escape Sui Xiong's observation. He scanned the area carefully and roughly identified the dangerous monsters in the area. After that, he organized the information and turned it into a map. Accompanied by a gentle white light, it fell in front of Priest Kabbala.
Kabala hurriedly picked up the map and glanced at it. He smiled.
Now that he had this map, he felt more confident.
After Sui Xiong gave them the map, he did not leave immediately. Instead, he continued to stay in the sky above Dar City, watching the city.
This city had a history of hundreds of years. Generations of management had created this territory at the edge of the Great Swamp. It was not rich, the land was not fertile, and there were no special products. However, Baron Dar was very rich. His wealth was far beyond the level that this territory could support.
Just looking at the porcelain in his dining room and the spices in the kitchen, it was obvious how rich he was.
In this world, high quality porcelain and spices were very precious. The former required good materials and excellent workers, while the latter required a suitable climate and soil. Both could only be found by chance. After many years of development, the former could only be made by some dwarves who believed in the God of Craftsmanship, while the latter could be found in some temples that believed in the Goddess of Earth. The production was pitifully low.
Sui Xiong was not an engineer before he traveled to this world, and he only knew a little about agriculture. So even though he had read those time-travel novels and often saw the protagonists burning glass, making MSG, and so on, he could not do anything about it at all. God bless him, just to create a blast furnace for steel, he had spent many years. In the end, he had to hand over the information to Palin and the others, and Palin and the others completed it.
So he never thought of burning glass or porcelain. He really could not do it.
As for spices, before he traveled to this world, he knew nothing about spices, let alone trying to grow them.
But … at present, in the middle and low-grade spices market on the Main Plane, a large share was controlled by the Church of the Void Mask. They were mainly the output of several medicinal fields and the planting of fragrant leaves around Garth City. As for high-grade spices, only the ambergris produced from the deep sea was almost under his control — and that was because he had a good relationship with the Goddess of Ocean.
There were many spices in Baron Dar's house. Not only were there mid-grade goods such as fragrant leaves, but there were also expensive edible spices such as "fragrant pepper" and "herba epimedium". As for incense, there were even more. To support such extravagant spending, not to mention a mere baron on the border, even those businessmen in the capital of the Commonwealth of Gold Coins, as long as they were slightly less wealthy, would absolutely not be able to do so.
"Where did the lord's wealth come from?" Sui Xiong could not help but wonder as he carefully observed the situation in the lord's mansion.
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