The Flower Town was located in the northeast corner of the Coral Island, and its area was not small. However, Liszt was at a loss as to how big it was. As a remote town of the Coral Island, it was simply delineated northeast of the Thorns Ridge. Its specific area was not marked.
In other words, as long as it did not collide with the town southwest of the Thorns Ridge, Liszt could delineate how big the Flower Town was.
Even if he included the entire Thorns Ridge, no one could blame him. After all, the Thorns Ridge's subordinates were also not divided on the Coral Island.
After more than twenty years of reclamation by the Tulip family, less than two-thirds of the Coral Island had actually been truly developed into farmland and settled down.
The remaining one-third was barren land.
The Thorns Ridge was such a barren land. The lord's Knight needed to go on expeditions, and the barren land needed to be reclaimed by serfs and commoners.
The Thorns Ridge was extremely barren and uneven, and its development value was not high.
Moreover, in the face of World of Warcraft, ordinary people were just delicious food. Even hunters did not dare to rashly probe the depths of World of Warcraft. Of course, there were still some adventurers who would go hunt World of Warcraft. Every piece of flesh, every inch of fur, and every piece of flesh could be exchanged for gold coins.
Riding on Fierydragon, Liszt was full of enthusiasm for the inspection.
Horse racing was every aristocrat's innate instinct. How big the Flower Town was depended on where his horse's hooves could reach. At this time, the horse's hooves were trotting on the town's street. The street was very dirty, with livestock and human excrement everywhere. Only aristocrats would build toilets.
"Sanitation has to be changed." Liszt turned around and said to Markus.
Markus could not deny it. He was not an administrative official, so he was not interested in these things. What he was passionate about was the authority of aristocrats, especially the serfs and commoners on both sides of the street, who continuously saluted Liszt. These people had emaciated faces, which were filled with envy and fear towards aristocrats.
His body would shiver.
The serfs knelt, the freedmen bowed.
Serfs occupied the majority. They had already sold themselves to the nobles and were Liszt's personal property. Marriages and funerals were decided by Liszt. Even if Liszt wanted to exercise his right of the first night, these serfs had to obediently comply, wash their daughters and wives, and send them to the castle.
There were very few free people. Most of them were craftsmen like hunters or tailors.
The town was small and run-down. There weren't many households. Even though all the residents had come to the two sides of the street to pay their respects, there was still no warm atmosphere.
As far as the eye could see, Liszt felt that there were probably only a few hundred people in the town … It was not even as many as the students in a school.
Low mud and thatched houses stretched across a large area. Most of the town's area was supported by these dilapidated houses. Even two-story houses were rare, and there were only two or three households.
This time, he truly felt the poverty of a commoner's life.
His heart was filled with emotions.
He was even more glad that he was an aristocrat. He could live in the castle and eat white bread made of fine wheat flour.
Fierydragon quickly carried Liszt to the end of the town's only street, which ran from north to south. With a slightly heavy heart, he followed the safe route planned by Markus towards the Thorns Ridge.
Along the way, surrounding the outskirts of the town were fields after fields of crops, most of which Liszt couldn't name. These crops were not pleasant, they were all sickly, and there were many weeds growing along with the crops. Clearly, there was no scientific management.
Although this era had incredible creatures like dragons and sprites, as well as incredible divine powers like qi and magic, but its development was relatively backward.
Although it was impossible to carry out an industrial revolution, but it was still very promising to introduce some scientific development methods.
Liszt was very confident in his governance of the fief and the development of the Flower Town.
… …
Not long after, the town was already out of sight. They left the flat land and entered a hilly area with sparse woods. This was the edge of the Thorns Ridge.
"Sir Baron, World of Warcraft often appears on the edge of the Thorns Ridge. I hope that you will just follow me and not advance rashly." Once they arrived, Markus began to lead the way and instructed the four retainer Knight, "Protect Sir Baron. Unless you become a corpse, do not let World of Warcraft take a step forward!"
"Yes!" Carl and the others responded loudly.
They were commoners. Here, commoners did not need to go to the battlefield. Only aristocrats and Knight went to war. However, although the retainer Knight was a commoner, yet they still needed to go to the battlefield. As logisticians, in order to obtain better treatment, they had the responsibility to die for aristocrats.
In order to avoid World of Warcraft, the group of Knight could only take a detour around the edge of the Thorns Ridge.
The woods were still lush. Occasionally, wild animals such as rabbits, foxes, and the like could be seen. There was not much food on the edge of the Thorns Ridge. Therefore, large beasts were rarely seen.
"In the spring, summer, and autumn, the food in the Thorns Ridge can satisfy the needs of World of Warcraft. Therefore, Flower Town does not often encounter World of Warcraft. However, in the winter, hungry World of Warcraft would often invade Flower Town. Every year, several unlucky fellows would end up as food for World of Warcraft. "
No matter how bad Markus's mood was, he was still meticulous. Information about the Thorns Ridge came out one by one.
"World of Warcraft, I wonder if I can encounter one today." Liszt had searched the memories of his predecessor and had seen several World of Warcraft. Compared to ordinary beasts, the biggest difference between World of Warcraft and ordinary beasts was that they had magic power and could release some powerful spells.
Tulip Castle had also raised a small World of Warcraft – Fire Rabbit.
Fire Rabbits that could release small fireballs tasted delicious and had bright fur. Aristocrats liked to eat Fire Rabbit meat, while noblewomen liked leather clothes made of Fire Rabbit fur.
He had also seen the fur of a powerful magic beast, the Barbarian Bear. The Count of Coral Island's most beloved chair was covered in the fur of a Barbarian Bear. The sinister bear's head was tanned and exuded an intimidating savage aura.
Reportedly, in order to hunt Giant Bear Fur, Coral Island's Orders of Chivalry lost eight Earth Knights.
Eight Earth Knights were enough to seriously injure Orders of Chivalry. Even a territorial battle might not necessarily result in so many Earth Knights dying.
What's more, there were even more Trainee Knight deaths.
Along the way, Liszt constantly recorded the topography of the Thorns Ridge, including which places were suitable for building fortifications, irrigation works, fortresses, and farmland. This was the duty of a feudal lord with land to his name.
"It's lunchtime, Oden. Prepare lunch here."
"Yes, Master!" Oden Insole immediately dismounted. He found a flat area, laid a carpet on it, and then placed the rations on it.
A simple lunch of bread, caviar, fruit salad, and milk tea was prepared.
There was also goat jerky for Liszt.
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