After about ten days, Laing finally led his army back to his territory.
It was already mid-October, and even autumn was about to end. In about two or three weeks, the first snow of winter would arrive in Baron Jean.
The army of Winford Duchy had also arrived near Jean Town.
It was time to part ways.
"Alright, we'll part ways here. Laing, I still want to thank you again. It was your command that allowed most of the people to return home safely." François coughed a few times to express his gratitude to Laing. "I won't say anything else. After the war, you and your soldiers need to rest. If you need anything, you're welcome to find me in Helenhilde."
"Alright, thank you very much, my duke, Yuri, Miss Suria." Laing also expressed his gratitude to the duke's family. If it weren't for their efforts, he wouldn't have been able to relax so much.
The war of the knights had exhausted Laing and his army. He could certainly hold on, but his army couldn't.
For the next long period of time, Laing decided to focus on recuperation and development.
In fact, the serf system in the Middle Ages had such potential. Apart from the elves, very few forces could withstand continuous war. On the other hand, humans could bear the loss of population. The serf population could be recovered quickly. Although it took a long time to train knights, it was easier for humans to reproduce than elves.
Laing said goodbye to Julius and Suria. At the same time, he also said goodbye to the knights of Winford Duchy. Although there were some losses, most of the knights and serfs gained a lot from the war. The soldiers' salaries were also paid in full. Everyone had a smile on their faces.
Suria shook hands with Laing and said goodbye. "I look forward to seeing you again. Also, I hope you won't forget my invitation."
"I won't forget, but I think I need some time to think about it. This is my first year here," Laing said with a smile. "Maybe I still need to stabilize my people."
"No matter what, Helenhilde welcomes you."
"Thank you. I'll leave Amelia in your care."
"Don't worry, I'll send her back the same way you sent her over. She'll definitely still be that cute child." The female knight smiled brightly. At the same time, she winked at her maid. "Don't you think so? Sylvia? "
"Uh, this doesn't seem to have anything to do with me, Miss!" The solemn maid blushed and hurriedly explained.
François just watched all this with a smile and had no intention of stopping it.
Duke Winford eventually left with his army, leaving Laing and the others behind.
After a few months of not seeing each other, the former Gene Town had been completely transformed. More wooden buildings had been constructed, and tall stone walls were gradually replacing the original short wooden walls. The prosperous town and the large amount of jobs attracted many free people to come and settle down here. The far-reaching influence of this high-quality population would only be revealed after a long period of time.
After distributing the soldiers' pay and spoils, the serf army gradually disbanded. After more than two months of fighting, they finally returned to their hometown. The rich income and good loot made these serfs, who could barely eat and wear, full of smiles. Some of the serfs weighed the small amount of silver they had robbed and the bags full of silver coins, thinking that they could eat roast chicken for the New Year.
At the same time, two serf infantry soldiers were lucky enough to be conferred as sergeants. The ranger knight Hex took out the register and shouted, "Amedei? Barre? "
"Yes, sir knight!" The two serf soldiers rushed to the front of the formation.
"Amedei from Ancient Wood Village killed two horned beasts, twelve inferior horned beasts, and one razor beast in this knight's war. Under the baron's order, he is promoted to Amedei sergeant! He will move into the castle on a certain date! "
"Barre from Dufang Village killed one horned beast, five inferior horned beasts, and injured one great horned beast in this knight's war. Under the baron's order, he is promoted to sergeant! He will move into the castle on a certain date! "
"Yes, sir!" The two serfs knelt down emotionally. They held back their tears and only kowtowed. "We are willing to die for the baron!"
Ryan nodded, indicating that he understood. "Show me your actual performance."
After the brief enfeoffment, Gasparton came forward to welcome him. "My lord, the harvest this year was rather good. According to your tithe, we collected about 650 crowns worth of grain."
Olivier was injured and went back to rest. Hex went to deal with the aftermath of the disbandment of the army. Laing and Gasparton entered the castle.
Most of the interior of the castle was still under construction. Wooden flooring had begun to replace the cold, damp stone floor. The corners of the castle that had been in disrepair for a long time were being reinforced. Many workers were still at work. There was a pungent smell of paint in the castle, which made the baron a little uncomfortable. "The castle is still being repaired. When do you expect it to be completed?"
"The main body of the castle has basically been renovated. The remaining painters will be painting the castle. My Baron, you can send someone to buy a painting or a statue. You can also display your spoils of war in the room to show your bravery." Gasparton followed behind the baron. "I'm not too sure about the specifics of the castle."
"You're not sure? Who's been managing the castle recently? Kasenberg? " Surprisingly, Laing noticed that the castle was well managed. Everyone had their own duties. Even though it was a little crowded due to the entrance of the smiths, the servants, smiths and guards were very orderly.
"No, Kasenberg has been stationed in Gene Town recently. He's in charge of collecting taxes and managing the outsiders and merchants. The one in charge of the castle's interior is … Miss Olica," Gasparton whispered. Gasparton said in a low voice, "Miss Olica is the baron's personal maid. She offered to help us …"
"I didn't expect her to have such talent." Laing was a little surprised.
The baron thought that his personal maidservant should be doing her best to avoid showing her face in public. Why would she take the initiative to manage the castle's affairs?
"Is there anything else?"
"There are some matters regarding the planting of winter wheat and the festive arrangements … But those aren't urgent matters. My lord, you must be tired from the war. You should rest first. Miss Olica has already prepared hot water and your bedroom for you. I won't disturb you any further." Gasparton could tell that Laing wanted to rest. "Do you need me to prepare a banquet? My lord? "
Laing looked at the sky outside the window. It was only afternoon. It was a little late to prepare a banquet at this time, so the baron shook his head. "Tomorrow night. Arrange things and let all the knights attend the banquet."
"Very well, my Baron." Gasparton retreated.
The third floor was where the lord and his family lived. Most of the places were still under renovation, but the lord's room had been completely cleaned up. The craftsmen had also been ordered to leave temporarily. The one who came out to greet Laing was the lord's personal maidservant, Olica. His head maidservant, Emilia, was still studying at Winford Academy. She could only come back occasionally.
Olica had waist-length black hair and wheat-colored skin. She was wearing a black-and-white lace maid outfit and long white stockings. She had amber eyes and a beautiful face. She was already waiting for him in his bedroom. "Welcome back, master."
"Olica?" Laing began to take off his coat. After two months, the dark elf's face seemed to be more obedient and less hostile and resistant. "You actually took the initiative to come out and take care of things. That's rare."
"The hot water is ready. I need to show my value to master." The dark elf walked to Laing softly. Her black pointed high heels stepped on the red carpet. "Master, please take a bath. Do you need a nap?"
"Of course. I came back to rest for a few days. Then I'll think about the next step of the plan."
"Then please let me serve you."
"Okay!"
… … The bath parting line … …
After the bath, the baron, who was refreshed, changed into his pajamas. Seeing this, the dark elf pulled all the curtains and locked the door. She blew out the candles. "Master, when should I call you?"
"No need." Laing sat on the soft velvet bed. The baron looked at Olica strangely. "Why do you seem to be different after I came back from the war?"
"Huh? Is that so? " The dark elf carefully sat on the bed. Her black maid dress spread out on the blue sheets. Her face was a little red. She was a little helpless. "Master, isn't this what a maid should do?"
"Haha, it's hard to imagine that the dark elf who struggled and screamed non-stop would become like this." The baron laughed. He seemed to be thinking about the days in Marlin Castle.
"Oh …" Olica's face was flushed red. She stood up and wanted to leave, but Leon grabbed her hand. With a gentle tug, the Dark Elf was pulled into his arms. "Hurry up and tell me the truth! Or I'll punish you! "
In the afternoon, the castle was very quiet. Olica struggled a little. The maid knew that she did not have the ability to resist Laing's attack, so she was carried by the baron.
Her black high heels fell to the ground. The dark elf's curvaceous body was covered by a thick blanket. Her beautiful amber eyes shyly looked at Laing lying beside her. She said softly, "Master, after you left, the Lady of the Lake appeared. She found me."
"Why did my lady find you, my dear Olica?" Laing also lay on the bed. He reached out and gently hugged the dark elf in his arms. He felt her softness and the fragrance of her hair.
The dark elf leaned on her master's chest and whispered, "Master, the Lady of the Lake wants me to be your maid. Otherwise, she will drive me away from your side."
After hearing this, Leon frowned slightly. He thought that the Lake Lady was too much of a busybody. The baron held the trembling Dark Elf maid tightly in his arms and said in a seemingly casual manner, "And then?"
"I agreed," the dark elf said helplessly. It seemed that too much helplessness had left her with no other choice. "Master, my soul contract is in your hands. I have no other choice. I only beg you not to abandon me."
"But that's not what you mean." Laing reached out and touched Olica's delicate face. The baron's blue eyes sparkled. "Even now, I still can't trust you, Olica. You seem to be shrouded in an endless fog. No one knows what you want."
"I want to stay by your side, master." The dark elf continued. "Master, has anyone told you that you are surrounded by a very pure energy? Any spellcaster likes this pure energy. Everyone wants to be close to you, including me. "
"I know that." Laing nodded. He knew that. As Gray Knight, his geno prototype could extract the purest subspace spirit from the chaotic and corrupted subspace. Any spellcaster liked this kind of energy. Even Morgiana, who hated being touched by others, did not hate him.
All the signs indicated that Olica had once been a Spell Caster.
In the dark master bedroom, everything was silent.
After being silent for a long time, Laing could feel himself hugging Olica. He had a strong self-control when it came to things like this. After thinking for a while, Laing shook his head. "Olica, the agreement between you and the lady has nothing to do with me. I just want you to be a good maid. I will protect you. That's all."
The dark elf did not want to give up. She bit her lips. She could feel Laing's desire.
She wanted to heal her soul. The pure energy in Laing's body was what she needed. To get Laing's energy, she had to use the simplest and most primitive method to get Laing's energy.
She was ready, but at this critical moment, Laing was backing off.
"Master!" the dark elf quickly said. "I should …"
"Wait. I am not done yet, my dear Olica." Laing's hand gently moved down the dark elf's smooth back. "But I am willing to give you a chance."
"I …" The dark elf was angry. The human in front of her was playing with her. She opened her mouth and said, "You …"
"Mmm!" The dark elf's mouth was blocked. Laing kissed her sweet lips.
… (Omitted below) …
The next day, the sky was bright and the sun rose from the east. The baron was in a good mood. He even personally sat in his bedroom to look at the tax records for this year, taking care of the dark elf who was like a pile of mud that couldn't even turn over.
"Come, Olica. Have something to eat!" He helped the dark elf sit up and let her lean on his shoulder.
"Yes, master." The dark elf's face was glowing. She had a complicated expression.
"Knock, knock." Untimely, someone knocked on the door of the master bedroom. "My baron, are you there? There is something I need you to deal with. "
"Katzenberg? Aren't you in Jean Town? "Laing was a little unhappy that someone would disturb him at this time." What's the matter? "
"It's like this, my baron. A demon hunter came to Jean Town. He said he has something to talk to you about."
"It has something to do with Duke Pordro."
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