Tucker Mountains.
The forest on both sides was dense, and there was a winding path in the shade. Butterflies flew among the green grass.
Wu Ming rode on a tall horse with Beatrice in his arms. He looked at the scene quietly, feeling a sense of tranquility.
After passing through the forest, there were sporadic ridges on the side of the road. The farmers on the ridges stopped farming and looked at the two nobles in shock.
After all, from their clothes and expressions, the farmers knew that they were important people. They did not look like young masters and ladies from noble families who were out for a walk.
"I want to go to Knight Casro's house. Which one of you is willing to lead the way?!"
Wu Ming raised his voice and asked.
"Young man, tell us why you are here!"
An old farmer stood up with a sickle in his hand. His hands were full of calluses, but his eyes were quite sharp. He was also very tall. He must have been trained and had experience as a soldier.
"I am here to visit the widow and daughter of Knight Casro!"
Wu Ming said directly.
The archbishop of the church was right about one thing. The Earl of Blue Mountain's collection of Knight's Holy Oil had indeed run out. The lord that Wu Ming served regretfully told him that if he wanted to be baptized as a knight, he would have to wait until this winter, unless he was willing to accept a gift from the church or Viscount Garcia.
Obviously, Wu Ming rejected immediately and was ready to come to his own territory to be enfeoffed.
This time, the Earl of Blue Mountain readily let him go and even gave him a certificate. Of course, there were not many territories in the entire Wind Firefly Plains that could be enfeoffed.
However, Wu Ming was very lucky. His lord, the Earl of Blue Mountain, had just suffered a defeat and lost a few knights. Therefore, a few manors were empty.
This was also the reason why the Earl of Blue Mountain could promise to confer a title to the champion of the tournament.
Although a great noble like him was powerful, he was still constrained by the nobles under him. In terms of the courage to reform, he would lose to an outsider like Garcia.
"You want to see the madam?"
The old farmer's hands trembled, and his body even began to tremble slightly. Fear was written all over his face.
"Come, Old Joff will take you to where you want to go!"
He took a deep breath and said slowly. Then, he winked at the young man behind him.
The young farmer did not move in the slightest, but the child holding the straw next to him was startled. He quickly threw down his farming tools and disappeared without a trace.
"Let's go!"
Wu Ming didn't seem to notice his little movements and said directly.
Qiao Fu put down the sickle and took out another straw. He held it in his mouth and happily led the way.
First, he brought Wu Ming to an orchard. The orchard was full of apple trees with lush branches and leaves. Presumably, during the flowering season of April to May, it would become a beautiful sea of flowers.
Beneath the orchard was a graveyard. A large number of names were engraved on the pure white marble. There were mounds of commoners and a few tombs made of marble. It looked like the mausoleums of nobles.
"We come from the Tucker Highlanders. We fight for freedom!"
At the entrance of the cemetery, there was an inscription like this.
"Tucker Hillfolk?"
Wu Ming smiled.
"That's right … Our ancestors were a group of barbarians. The blood of barbarians flows in our veins. We will fight back against all cruelty!"
Old Joff looked at Wu Ming without fear.
'What a smart old fellow. You've already guessed something … Unfortunately, what's the use?'
Wu Ming said: "I can ignore your offense and deceit, but I must see the wife of Knight Carlos before nightfall!"
Qiao Fu was stunned. He knew that his plan to stall for time had been seen through.
In the end, he was still a commoner. Even though he had been a mercenary for a period of time and had some experience, he still didn't dare to do anything to a noble.
In any case, he had already led the other party in a big circle. His plan had been achieved. He immediately smiled, revealing his yellow teeth with a hint of black: "Of course, our wife is a kind and benevolent person. She is also very hospitable!"
This time, Qiao Fu did not play any tricks. However, Wu Ming only arrived at the mansion of Knight Carlos when it was almost dark.
With the financial resources of a knight, it was still beyond his reach to build a castle. Therefore, the family lived in a huge wooden villa.
The floor was made of oak, the steps and window sills were made of rosewood, the curtains were made of brocade, and the red roof. Everything made Beatrice's eyes show a look of nostalgia.
In front of the villa, a few nervous women were already waiting.
"Guests from afar, I am the local host, Amelia. State your purpose!"
The widow of Knight Carlos looked to be in her thirties. Her skin was fair, and she was tall. She was a rare beauty.
Behind her, there were two girls. One looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, and the other was even younger. Both were wearing court ladies' clothes, and they looked at the stranger with curious eyes.
Wu Ming touched his nose. He finally understood the meaning of Baron Terry's smile and jealousy.
"My name is William! William Wallace! I have been appointed by the Earl of Blue Mountain and will become the new Lord of Carlos! "
Although there was a feeling of bullying an orphan and a widowed mother, Wu Ming would not give up what he had, so he said directly.
As soon as he said that, he saw the lady's body tremble, and when he showed her the certificate of conferment stamped with the Earl of Blue Mountain's seal and signature, Amelia's face turned even paler.
"No!"
She screamed, causing the two lolis behind her to tremble and grab her skirt.
"This is against the law! I will appeal to the other nobles! The Earl of Blue Mountain has violated the sacred agreement of the nobles. His appointment is invalid! "
"I am sorry!"
Wu Ming's voice was cold. Before he came, he had already made preparations: "Knight Carlos died gloriously in battle, but he did not leave behind any male descendants. He did not even have a relative who was close by blood who could inherit the title. In a situation where he lost his heir and was unable to fulfill his duty of loyalty to the lord, it was reasonable and legal for the lord to take back the fief!"
"Gods, let the dragon take you away!"
Lady Amelia's face was full of despair. Two lines of crystal tears flowed down her cheeks as she hugged her two daughters and sobbed.
She knew that everything that belonged to her husband would be taken away. The young man in front of her would move into her mansion and give orders to the territory. If things got any worse, she and her daughter would be chased out of the territory and forced to face the malice of the entire world in hunger and cold.
"It's getting late. Aren't you going to entertain us for dinner?"
Wu Ming could only speak helplessly when he saw Beatrice tugging at his cuff with a pained expression.
Lady Amelia was a strong woman. After sobbing, she finally stood up and lifted the hem of her skirt to bow to Wu Ming. "Kind Lord, I hope you can give me and my two poor daughters some time!"
When she saw that only Wu Ming and Beatrice had arrived, a strange spark appeared in her eyes.
"Of course!"
Wu Ming ignored her and entered the villa with Beatrice to have dinner with the mistress who seemed to be preoccupied.
…
"Master!"
Late at night, Beatrice, who was sleeping in the same room as Wu Ming, said, "That madam …"
"I know … Rest early, there will be an interesting scene tomorrow!"
The other party had very few choices. Wu Ming had long seen through everything and said in a wise tone.
The next morning, breakfast was a browned egg pancake and two pieces of toasted bread.
While Wu Ming was eating in an elegant posture, Amelia came to the hall with her two daughters who had obviously dressed up. She regained her confidence and charm and stated her conditions. "You can inherit my husband's territory, but you must marry one of my daughters!"
Obviously, after a night of careful consideration, Lady Amelia, who had very few choices, had found her way to protect herself.
"My Lord! I hope we can satisfy you! "
The two lolis blushed, but they still lifted their skirts and bowed to Wu Ming. Beatrice, who was next to them, swallowed a mouthful of milk in dissatisfaction.
"If … I'm not willing, or …"
Wu Ming had a strange smile on his face. "I've taken a liking to you, madam. What about you?"
"The Nine Hells!" Lady Amelia's face turned red. "I knew you were a shameless bastard, but this is my territory, you can only choose according to my requirements!"
But in her heart, she was lamenting. Today, she had sown this seed, and she would reap the consequences in the future.
Even if she forced him to make a choice, he would still take revenge in the future after he took control of the territory.
But compared to the revenge in the future, she had no choice but to drink this honey wine that contained poison.
"Oh? Just because of those people outside? "
Wu Ming put the last piece of egg pancake into his mouth and wiped his mouth with a white tablecloth. Only then did he grab his longsword and open the door of the villa.
In the small square outside, there were already many farmers standing there, holding pitchforks and sickles in their hands. They were led by Jorv and the butler, who he met the day before, and they stared at him nervously.
"You …"
Wu Ming's voice grew louder. "What do you want to do? Are you going against your lord? Do you know that just based on this, I can hang all of you to death! "
In this era, there seemed to be a natural chasm between nobles and commoners. If a commoner insulted a noble, it was a capital offense, but if a noble killed a citizen of his territory, he had to give a reason. If the citizen belonged to another noble, he had to pay compensation. This was the law!
Thus, when he said this, the farmers took a step back with uneasy expressions.
"Don't be afraid, he's just bluffing!"
The old butler shouted with all his might, but he was immediately punched to the ground by a whistling figure. His nose was broken, and blood flowed out.
* Whoosh! *
A shadow of a sword flashed, and Jorv felt a sharp pain in his hands. The longsword in his hand broke into two. Looking at the other farmers on the ground and the arrogant figure, a thought appeared in his mind. He could not help but shout, "Knight!"
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