Of course, the Lake Fairy sensed the dark elf's thoughtful gaze.
In all honesty, the Lake Fairy was very disgusted with the dark elf staying by Laing's side. Her position and values were destined to be different.
Moreover, she might recognize her and know why she was here.
Fortunately, Laing had already known her true identity and didn't hold any grudges against her. Otherwise, she might find a way to make this dark elf disappear from Laing's side.
"My lady?" Laing saw the Lake Fairy sitting beside him. He wanted to get up, but the Lake Fairy pressed him down. The goddess shook her head, a faint smile on her beautiful face. "Sit down, my champion. There's no need for formalities between us."
"Yes, my lady." Laing sat down.
Of course, he knew that he was the champion of the Lake Fairy. His status was different, but rules were rules. It was one thing if the Lake Fairy didn't care about something, but it was another thing if he did it.
There was nothing wrong with proper etiquette.
And the Lake Fairy … the goddess was a woman.
"Laing, my champion, you seem to be thinking of something rude." The Lake Fairy suddenly sensed something. Laing quickly denied it. "No, my lady. I'm just curious. Why don't you like the skull?"
"Skull, blood, that's the symbol of Khorne, not mine." The Fairy in the Lake shook her head. She stretched out her slender finger and tapped it lightly. An illusion of fresh flowers appeared on her fingertip, and the skull pattern on the parchment was erased. "I don't like this pattern on my champion family's coat of arms, so I erased it."
"Alright." Laing didn't object. He didn't care if there was a skull or not. It didn't matter if it was there or not. "My lady, are you willing to give some advice for her champion?"
"Ah, of course." The Lake Fairy pointed, and a chair flew over. She sat down next to Laing and pointed at the coat of arms. "My champion, you are a Holy Grail Knight, so you can use the image of the Holy Grail on your coat of arms."
Thus, the image of a golden Holy Grail appeared on the book in the middle of the coat of arms.
Laing was also very satisfied. This pattern could immediately show his identity as a Holy Grail Knight.
"After that, you will receive two ribbons to prove that you are my champion … as well as the image of you fighting for me." Then, the Lake Fairy's white fingers brushed across the pattern of the Holy Grail, and the two ribbons intersected and drew a beautiful arc on the pattern of the book.
Thus, Baron Jean's new family emblem was made.
The fairy in the lake was quite satisfied with her design.
Finally, Laing wrote his family motto below the coat of arms: Death is the world to the world.
"It's done ~ I like this coat of arms, hang it outside your castle!" She picked up the parchment and flew past Laing. Under the divine power of the goddess, a complete and detailed family coat of arms appeared on the parchment.
"Yes, my lady." Laing was also satisfied with the coat of arms.
Thus, the new baron's family coat of arms was decided.
"This is your castle? Show me around. "The Lake Fairy raised the Holy Grail and said to Laing.
"Okay."
Thus, Laing took the Lake Fairy around his castle. His castle wasn't very big. The main thing was that the main castle, which was four stories high, was fully equipped, and most of the land was only surrounded by walls. There was still a large open space for construction.
"Laing, what plans do you have for your castle?" The Lake Fairy and Laing stood together on the balcony. She asked her champion.
"The existing castle has many flaws and damages. I plan to fully strengthen and repair the castle. I plan to build a stable in the open space in front. Pine Cone has been with me for many years. It's time for it to have a comfortable home." Laing pointed to the open space below and said, "And I plan to build a training field there. My soldiers need to train when they have time."
After listening to Laing's detailed plan for his castle for a while, the Lake Fairy nodded with satisfaction. "Laing, my champion, I can see that you have a detailed plan for your castle. But before that, I might have to interrupt you … I have a small request for your castle."
"Please say it, my lady. I will do my best." Laing thought to himself. I knew it.
"I need to carve out a small piece of land in your castle as my temporary residence." The Lake Fairy held the Holy Grail in her hand. She took out rolls of fragrant white paper and placed them in Laing's hand.
Laing took the design. He found that the Lake Fairy wanted him to build a spire in his castle.
This would make it easier for her to come in real time. As long as Laing could continue to supply her with psionic energy through the subspace, the spire would be the Lake Fairy's divine kingdom on earth.
Of course, this had to be kept a secret. Neither Laing nor the Lake Fairy wanted others to know about their relationship.
After thinking for a while, Ryan knew that it was not only his wish to work more closely with the Lady of the Lake, but also the Lady of the Lake. Although there were some drawbacks, building a steeple "palace" for the Lady of the Lake in his castle was still a good thing. So after thinking for a while, Ryan nodded and smiled. "Of course, my lady. I will build the most beautiful steeple as a symbol of my devotion to you."
The Lake Fairy saw that the smile on her face did not change. She was secretly relieved. She knew that her request was a bit too much.
There was a popular saying in the prime material world: "Gods belong to gods, and mortals belong to mortals." Her request had gone beyond the scope of a god's request. She was not building a temple, but a palace.
She was sure that if she made such a request to any duke, she would be politely rejected. Even Arthur's direct descendant, Duke Bastogne, and the most devout Duke Connet would be the same.
Sometimes, the relationship between gods and mortals was not as simple as faith. Knights were willing to die for their lady, but they would not be willing to give up all their property.
After the Lake Fairy left, Laing officially started the construction of his territory.
He widened and built roads, built more workshops along the river, built stronger walls for the town, and completely renovated the castle. This required a lot of manpower and material resources, but it also contained wealth and opportunities.
Many Brittany businessmen heard the news and came to the new baron's territory with their own people.
Their sources said that Laing was rich. This new noble from Marienburg was very rich.
This was an opportunity to make money.
At the beginning of April, the weather was getting warmer.
Laing was inspecting his vineyard with his own people.
The person in charge of the vineyard was called Durand. He was a fallen noble, but he could not even afford a set of knight's armor and a war horse, so he was reduced to managing the vineyard.
Durand had never given up hope of returning to the ranks of knights, especially after the new lord was appointed. He was even more focused on managing the vineyard.
Jean's Vineyard was located on a hill not far from Jean Town. It wasn't very big, only about 30 hectares. However, it had everything. From planting grapes to making wine, everything could be done here. Twenty hectares were used for planting vineyards, while the rest was used for processing. In addition, there was a beautiful small wine castle built on the hill. It was said that Marquis Ascot had brought his wife and daughter here for a vacation in winter. Therefore, the interior decoration of this wine castle was even more luxurious than Leon's castle.
When Laing came to visit, the wine castle was already bare, as if it had been ravaged by bandits. There was nothing left except for the walls and floor.
"My Baron?" Durand was a gentleman in his thirties, wearing a formal noble attire and a tall, round hat. He followed behind Laing with a respectful expression. When he saw Laing's unfriendly expression, he quickly explained, "There used to be a lot of things here, but Marquis Ascot took everything away when he evacuated, including the cellar wine."
Laing's expression turned ugly, but he had nothing to say because in a sense, the wine castle was indeed Marquis Ascot's property. He was not wrong to do so. "What about the workers in charge of planting and making wine?"
"Marquis Ascot didn't touch any of them. He left all the workers here. He hoped that Sir Laing would treat them well." Durand added.
From this point of view, Marquis Ascot did not go too far. At least he left a complete team for himself.
When they came out of the wine castle, the workers in the vineyard were working hard. Durand whispered in Laing's ear, "Baron, we've encountered some difficulties. It's the season where the grapes need a lot of water, but we need to draw water from the Shinon River. We lack enough manpower to transport the water. Also, the sunlight this year is weak. I'm worried that the grapes might not be sweet enough."
"I'll send someone to help you transport the water. As for the sunlight problem, I'll find a way to solve it." The Baron expressed that he understood, but his words sounded perfunctory.
Durand saw the situation and added, "Baron, the vines in Jean's vineyard are at least thirty years old. As long as they are properly nurtured, the quality of the grapes produced will not be inferior to the best grapes from Winford."
"I understand what you're saying, but some things need to be done slowly. Let's solve the water problem first. I'll gather people to build a canal to reach here." Laing gestured for Durand to be patient. The problems had to be solved one by one.
Ever since he came to this world, he realized that many people had the same problem. They always wanted to solve the problems in one go. They did not know that patience was a virtue. The problems had to be solved one by one.
"Yes, my Baron." Durand knew how powerful the person in front of him was. He was also the champion of the Lady's Chosen One.
After a simple inspection of his vineyard, Ryan immediately went to meet with the elders of the five villages under his command one after another.
In Brittany, the lords and nobles had the duty to judge the serfs fairly. If they heard that the serfs had committed a crime, many knights would volunteer to judge them. Since the victims were the serfs, they never had to worry about the outcome of the trial. As the lords, they had the right to punish the serfs in their territory.
Therefore, after the justice was handed down, the criminals would be hanged. The victims would also be hanged for various reasons. The food in the house would also be taken away by the nobles in the name of justice.
The serfs would rather avoid such 'justice'.
Therefore, the title of 'elder' was born.
These elders were generally respected elders in the village. They were respected by the villagers and listened carefully to the details of the case. Then, they would pass down the punishment. Usually, it involved paying compensation to the victims and unpaid labor to prevent the knights from abusing the punishment.
Therefore, after a long time, the elder became the actual decision-maker of the village and the spokesperson of the serfs. He was responsible for communicating with the nobles. Whether the elder's judgment was fair or not depended entirely on the elder's character. Because the elder's decision had no legal basis, the elder would also pass an unfair judgment for various reasons. But no matter what, it was much better than attracting the nobles.
Most of the visitors were white-haired old men. They sat respectfully in the largest and best house in the village, enjoying the low-quality sweet wine and bread bestowed by the feudal lord and accepting the feudal lord's inquiries.
"My Lord Baron, we need sufficient manpower for the spring plowing. We are unable to provide the number of workers you require." An elder put down the wooden cup in his hand and said carefully, "If it affects the spring plowing, we won't be able to deliver sufficient food on time."
"And, my Lord, spring is coming. The Orcs in the forest are restless, and the creatures in the darkness are threatening the safety of the village," another elder said.
"I'll bring people to eliminate the Orcs in the forest. If it doesn't affect the spring plowing, how many people can the village send?" Laing asked.
"Uh, this …" There was no doubt about the strength of the Knights of the Holy Grail, but they still seemed to be in a difficult situation. This was the season where there was a shortage of manpower. The serfs were still sowing seeds, and there was a shortage of food at home.
"I'll provide food," Laing said as he noticed the elder's dilemma.
So the village elders each gave a number, which added up to more than three hundred people.
More than 300 people? Laing was satisfied with the number, so he didn't say much.
The construction of the territory had to be carried out quickly.
Merchants had already gathered at Jean Hill. Everyone knew that there was going to be a big deal here. These people were like sharks that smelled blood, coming to the door one after another. After determining how much labor there was, a fierce bidding ceremony was about to unfold in the baron's castle.
When Laing returned to the entrance of the Castle, a beautiful female Knight with long golden curly hair and blue eyes was waiting for him on a pure-blooded Elf warhorse.
"Miss Suria?"
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