Audacious unruly commoner!
After listening to the patrol member's report, this thought flashed through Liszt's mind. This was simply a scam against the lord. They even wanted to take advantage of the lord.
However, he did not listen to the patrol member's side of the story.
"Shaun, go and ask Hunter if he tore down his own cabin."
"Yes, Sir!"
The retainer Knight Sean quickly returned. At the same time, Gort also hurried over. The result was certain. When Hunter heard that the castle would pay for the repair of the cabin, he threatened to replace every piece of wood in his cabin on the spot. Then, extreme joy turned to sorrow and the cabin collapsed.
"Teacher Gort, how do you think we should deal with this?" Liszt didn't show any indignation on his face. He just asked indifferently.
"Abominable commoner, he should be beaten to death!" Gort replied in a loud voice, "Sir, the free commoner Hunter is greedy. He even dares to covet the castle's sacred and inviolable things. He should be severely punished. I think that he should be demoted to a serf and whipped a hundred times!"
There were many civilians in the surroundings.
When they heard Gort's voice, they couldn't help but shrink back. Being demoted to a serf was not terrible. But being whipped a hundred times was enough to beat someone to death. In particular, there were a few civilians who had tampered with their own cabin, wanting to take advantage of it. When they heard this, their legs almost began to tremble.
The greed in their hearts subsided in an instant. They groped and quietly moved towards their home, ready to stuff the tampered wood back in …
To be honest, a hundred lashes was a bit heavy.
The crime was not worthy of death.
However, Hunter's behavior made Liszt quite unhappy. He had worked hard to lead the Flower Town to prosperity, yet some people did not know how to be grateful and still wanted to take advantage of it.
This kind of practice must not be allowed to grow, it must be stifled.
"For the sake of the fact that one of his arms has already been smashed, the whipping will be remembered for the time being. After he recovers, split it into two batches of fifty lashes each."
He glanced at the nervous civilians in the surroundings and told Gort: "Do a good job of spreading the word. I don't want to find a second person doing something similar."
"As you wish, Sir!"
A cruel smile appeared on Gort's face. "I will let these foolish commoners know whether a few pieces of wood or their own lives are more important."
After the commotion, Liszt was no longer in the mood to continue patrolling the wooden hut repair battle.
He turned his horse around and returned to the castle.
…
The black nightshade cordyceps in the black nightshade field were gradually recovering, and the magic power in them could already flow stably. The black spots and withered leaves gradually turned green again.
After looking at the nightshade, Liszt rode his horse around the stud farm.
Finally, he returned to the shade of the green apple tree.
Carter, who had just come out of the cellar with a bunch of keys, walked over. His pace was very slow, and he had the calmness of an old man. His clothes were always meticulous. They were a little shabby, but they were ironed very neatly, without any loose threads or wrinkles.
"Master, you don't seem to be in a good mood."
"Looks like my mood is written all over my face."
"Is there anything I can do for you?" Carter asked with a smile. His smile was very amiable, making people feel warm immediately.
Liszt motioned for Thomas to bring a stool for Carter, and then said: "Mr. Carter, do you think I am a qualified lord?"
"I have never doubted it. You have the courage of the Tulip family and the compassion, justice, humility, and honor of aristocrats. You have always been looked after by the glory of the Knight."
"Has the Flower Town changed in the past six months?"
"It has changed a lot. I remember that when I first came to the Flower Town, the expressions on the faces of the small town's residents were numb. Now, it is as if they have obtained a new life. I see a lot of smiling faces, more smiling faces than I have seen anywhere else. Everyone is grateful for your kindness, Master. "
"Not everyone." Liszt picked up the iced fruit juice and took a sip. The coolness spread from his throat to his stomach, and then to his whole body. "Today, I met a commoner who wanted the castle to build a new house for him for free. He tore down his old wooden house without the slightest consideration for my kindness."
"You are not worth getting angry over such a commoner. Humble commoners are different from noble aristocrats, they are always full of all kinds of vices."
"Alright, I accept your statement." Liszt put away the unhappiness in his heart, "In fact, Teacher Gort's whip has already calmed my anger."
Perhaps he himself hadn't realized it.
He had been thinking more and more from the standpoint of an aristocrat.
As a transmigrator, Liszt still couldn't defy the heavens and change this great era. He gradually integrated into it, betraying the communist position and falling to the standpoint of the exploiting class.
He was not far from becoming a qualified native.
But he had his own words to refute: "My dream is to ride a dragon, not to change the world!"
… …
The great battle to repair the wooden house lasted for five days.
It couldn't continue because on this day, the north wind howled and dark clouds covered the sky. The alfalfa on the horse field swayed with the wind, unable to straighten up for even a moment.
The castle servants were busy installing the wooden planks on the windows to shelter them from the wind and rain.
If he had money, Liszt could carve glass out of crystals and install them on the windows, just like in Tulip Castle. But he wasn't so extravagant. That box of crystals was reserved for the future to create magic items. For the time being, the castle's windows relied on removable wooden planks to shelter them.
In addition, every window had a curtain woven from straw, which could be used to shelter them from the sun and mosquitoes.
Not now, the wind outside would blow the curtain apart.
After the wooden planks were installed, the castle's originally not very bright light became even dimmer. Carter hurriedly asked the servants to light candles in the study, living room, and other rooms, so that the room could regain light. Now that Liszt had enough money, he could light more candles, and there were five or six in the study.
"Mr. Carter, don't worry about wastage, my room needs to be bright enough. Reading in dim light is very harmful to the eyes. "
Liszt held a novel in his hands and flipped through it in boredom.
He had already read all of the castle's one hundred and eighty-two books more than twice. Basically, a book had tens of thousands of words at most, and only a few thousand words at least.
He admired the authors who wrote Knight novels. In just a few thousand words, they had to write a complete story with twists and turns. Moreover, there had to be dragons, princesses, Orders of chivalry, kings, wars, banquets … Otherwise, no aristocrats would buy their books.
If aristocrats did not buy books, then these destitute minor aristocrats who wrote all kinds of fabricated stories would starve to death. There was no doubt that those who chose to write were basically destitute aristocrats.
Commoners could not write at all.
"Master, looking at the current weather, there will be a heavy rain today."
"The next heavy rain is also good. The Flower Town's several ponds are about to dry up and are in urgent need of rainwater to replenish them."
"I hope it won't ruin the crops and affect this season's taxes." Carter lifted a wooden plank and looked at the gloomy sky outside, saying worriedly.
"Don't be nervous. There is no shortage of food in the castle and the town. The east coast is the Flower Town's dining hall." Liszt said faintly.
He leaned back in his chair, his eyes not focused on the Knight novel in front of him.
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