PS. Let's just make up a Fairy Tower in the Lake attribute. Everyone can just laugh when they see it.
Fairy Tower in the Lake: Territory Order + 5, Uncorrupted + 5, Agricultural Income + 50%, Leadership of Infantry and Knights + 8 (faction range).
Thank you to my book friend "Gongzi WV" for the 50,000 reward. Two updates today, the second one is estimated to be in the evening.
A continuous downpour separated autumn from winter. It was now November, and the weather had become very cold. With the gradual sowing of winter wheat in the territory, the serfs began to enter a period of slack.
The bountiful harvest filled the granary, and Gasparton began to lead the soldiers to collect the grain tax. After deducting the basic rations, the tithes were collected, which made the rich serfs feel the pinch. But even the greediest serfs understood that this was already the mercy of the Holy Grail Knight. The rest of the kingdom was collecting the tithes, which was the real problem.
At least, many of the serfs who escaped from the Duchy of Bereon said that this was the best year they had ever had.
The baron issued a free movement order in his territory. All the serfs who had a registered identity in his territory could move freely in Baron Jean's territory. After more than a year in the territory, the town of Jean had undergone earth-shattering changes. In the town's market, people who came from afar could almost see most of the goods from the old world. Even dwarves and wood elves were not rare.
A group of serfs sat or squatted in the corner of every street in the town. Every time a knight, a noble, or a merchant passed by, they would do their best to shout, "Sir! Sir! Do you have work to do? I can work! I'm willing to do anything! "
After a simple bargaining, these people were quickly taken away.
Recruitment was going on everywhere, including the construction of the wizard tower, the new textile workshop, the baron's horse farm, and the renovation of half of the town. The serfs were used to working every day. Not only were they provided with food, but they could also get a handful of copper coins when they went home at night. Ever since someone saw a villager coming back with half a roasted chicken after eating a full meal, the serfs in Redfish Village had been going to the town to find work. Their wives were also trying to chase them away. They wanted to eat less food at home and earn more money so that they could have a good Winter Veil Festival.
Brook was such a serf. He was less than 30 years old, but he was very strong. Recently, he had been working for the baron. Every time he came back with a bag full of copper coins, which made the other serfs in the village jealous.
After a few days of heavy rain, it was finally a cloudy day. As soon as the sun rose, Brook got up. His pregnant wife pushed him out desperately. "Daddy, you've been at home for a few days... Hurry up and go out to work! Otherwise, the child is going to starve! "
"Okay, okay." Brook nodded. He changed into a set of rough linen clothes and put on a beast-hide cloak. The serf hurriedly left with a bag on his back and headed to Jean Town.
Ever since the Holy Grail Knight came to this land, the serfs' lives had become much better. At least, they could eat their fill and wear warm clothes. For the serfs, after eating their fill, there was no entertainment after dark. So after a few months of hard work, his wife's belly gradually became bigger.
This was a common sight in the village. Recently, the birth rate was very high. Almost every household had a new baby.
As such, the priests of the Goddess of Mercy became the busiest people in the baron's dominion. These kind priestesses traveled through Laing's territory, busying themselves with delivering babies and blessing them. The baron was generous and donated 300 crowns to the Goddess of Mercy's church. The Lake Nymphs also sent some prophets to help the Goddess of Mercy's church. They finally managed to gather enough manpower.
Walking along the sturdy stone road to Jean Town, Brook saw many serfs looking for work along the way. He couldn't help but feel annoyed at the thought. The serf quickened his pace.
In the cold weather, Jean Town's gates were very tall. There were many soldiers standing guard at the gates. Brook was a little afraid, but he still tried his best to squeeze through the crowd and find a way to enter the town.
There were a few pointy-eared wood elves at the gates. Evidently, the pointy-eared elves had special privileges. They had priority in entering the town because their goods were irreplaceable and in short supply.
"Hey! Brook! What are you daydreaming about?! " At that moment, a young voice stopped him. "Do you still want to work?!"
"Ah, Mister Deniz! I'm working! Of course I'm working! " The serf straightened up in fright. He saw a soldier talking to him and hurriedly bowed.
"As usual, lunch will be provided. How much money you get at night will depend on how much work you do. Don't even think about slacking off!" Deniz was wearing a full set of chainmail and breastplate, gauntlets on his arms and a smock on the outside. He looked really impressive. At least, that was what Brook thought.
A ball of smock was thrown on the serf's face. This was something that had to be worn at work. The serf took the smock, put it on carelessly, and went to work joyfully. The baron needed a better horse farm, and the serfs would work hard in exchange for a reward.
"That's about it." A few soldiers led ten-odd infantrymen to recruit more workers. Deniz turned to a soldier beside him and said, "What do you think? Amedeo? "
"That's about it," another soldier said. Deniz waved his hand to stop the recruitment.
The young soldier attracted the envious gazes of the serfs. A soldier's annual income was 20 to 30 crowns. They lived in the outer castle of the baron's castle and enjoyed double the salary and an excellent living environment. Their meals were good, and they could often eat white bread and meat. They could also go hunting and carry out missions with the baron.
Sergeants and rangers were almost the ultimate goal of many serfs. Therefore, every time they saw sergeants wearing mail armor and robes proudly patrolling the streets, all the serfs would secretly make up their minds to become honorable sergeants.
Deniz could feel the envious gazes of the serfs. Thinking about his life, he felt like he was living in a dream.
Ever since he risked his life to tell Lord Laing about the rain during the Orc War, good luck had been with him. In the bloody battle on the rainy night, he was conferred the rank of soldier by Laing.
The overjoyed Deniz returned to his hometown with the permission of the Red Dragon Duke. He told his father, mother, and brother about the news. Then, the family left their hometown and moved to Baron Zeon's territory.
The family lived a happy life. Deniz had two days off every ten days. Usually, he lived in the castle and was on duty. His generous salary allowed the family to live a good life. Therefore, the young soldier also vowed to serve the baron to the death without hesitation.
Deniz, who was young and especially good at fighting, performed outstandingly when suppressing bandits. He had a particularly powerful longbow technique. As the descendant of Bastogne's longbow, Deniz's longbow could be thrown as far as 280 meters. Furthermore, his accuracy was not bad. A soldier who displayed such strength was recognized by Ryan and his brother, Anglo. Thus, Deniz was once again promoted. He was now the company commander of Zeon's archers.
Deniz grasped the hilt of the Longsword at his waist. He could feel the exquisite workmanship of the Dwarves' weapons. After a period of change, all the soldiers in the territory were equipped with exquisite Dwarven equipment. Everyone was equipped with crossbows, and the soldiers were full of praise for the Dwarven weapons.
Deniz was one of the few sergeants who didn't like to use crossbows. He admitted that crossbows were easier to operate, but he still preferred to use his own longbow. Every time he pulled the longbow that had been passed down from generation to generation, he could always feel the power of his ancestors protecting him. His great-grandfather, grandfather, and father seemed to have fought alongside him. He had been using this longbow since he was eight years old.
"Deniz? What's the matter? Are you still thinking about your wife? " One of the soldiers joked, "It's alright. Though it's her first child, she's in the hospital. There are so many priests and Lake Goddess, so there won't be a problem."
"Hahahaha ~" The soldiers laughed, and the infantrymen also laughed.
Deniz was young and a soldier. He was also appreciated by the Lord, so he didn't have to worry about being introduced. He quickly married the daughter of a shop owner in the town. Like most people in the territory, his wife quickly became pregnant. She was now nine months pregnant.
"Hahaha, that's true. Sorry, I was a little distracted." Deniz deliberately laughed a few times to ease the awkwardness. He continued to urge the serfs to work. If necessary, several soldiers would go up to help.
About four months ago, the Baron announced a cooperation with the Church of the Goddess of Mercy, the Lake Goddess Order, the Church of Justice, and the Wood Elves to jointly build a hospital. The hospital had dozens of beds, several priests from the Church of the Goddess of Mercy, two Lake Goddess Prophets, and a Wood Elf doctor. Deniz's wife was currently in the hospital waiting to give birth. With these people taking care of her, Deniz felt more at ease.
The medical standards of the elves were a thousand years ahead of the humans. In all of Brittania, perhaps only Leon had the ability to build such a hospital, because he was the only one who could import large amounts of precious medicines from the wood elves, which were priceless in the human countries.
Denis knew how difficult it was for the serfs in Bastogne to get sick. Most of the serfs couldn't afford to see a doctor, and most of the serfs had to endure it. The few who had some savings and could skip work for a few days would go to church, and then the priests of the Goddess of Mercy would give them black bread, give them hot water, and make them pray.
Yes, pray to the Goddess of Mercy for recovery. It had nothing to do with taking medicine or casting divine spells. The value of medicine was already mentioned before. It was something only the nobles could enjoy. The scarcity and value of medicine meant that they were strictly controlled.
Divine spells were also unattainable. A one-ring divine spell that could only relieve pain for 48 hours cost 15 silver coins. A four-ring divine spell that could truly treat illnesses cost up to hundreds of gold coins. A sixth-ring divine spell that could cure most illnesses cost 600 crowns to cast, and that was just the cost of casting it. A regional bishop could only cast it three times a month at most. Priests also had to eat, so the true cost was at least 20% higher.
"Amedai, did a few hundred vagabonds come from Palawon a few days ago?" The establishment of the hospital attracted many vagabonds. They didn't hesitate to cross the Oracle Mountains to seek shelter in Baron Zeon's dominion.
"Yes, so many. I don't even know how they got here. They're all starving." All of the armed soldiers were chatting idly. They had recently been taught by their lord how to count. Most of them had learned some basic mathematics after a few months of intensive training.
"Yes, when Mister Katzenberg gave them porridge, they were like a bunch of homeless stray dogs," said Amedai, who had a sympathetic look on his face. Another soldier, Amedai, said with a look of sympathy on his face. "Mister Katzenberg said that there was enough porridge, but they still fought over it. In the end, it was a complete mess. I think it's a wise decision for Mister Katzenberg not to register them for the time being. What do you think? What do you think, Deniz? "
"It's a good decision. We have to distinguish between bandits and real vagabonds, as well as those who are sick to prevent the plague from spreading," said Deniz. Deniz didn't quite understand. He had only heard Katzenberg say this, but he didn't understand the meaning behind it.
After watching the serfs do their work for a while, tax collector Gasparton appeared. He had already finished collecting taxes with his soldiers.
In the first three quarters of the year, Baron Zeon's taxes had reached close to two thousand crowns. Gasparton chanted the name of the Lady of the Lake and felt really happy for the baron. As the tax collector of the Lady of the Fates, he felt honored.
At the same time, Gasparton was having a headache over how to deal with the serfs. Those who had the ability to escape and dared to do so were naturally of high quality. However, it was hard to say whether they would be obedient or whether there were spies from other duchies among them.
So, the registration of the new immigrants was temporarily suspended. Katzenberg's idea was to use them first and treat them at a lower level before taking them into the baron's dominion after one or two years.
That was a process, so they had to be stable and not chaotic. There were a few instances of conflicts between the locals and the outsiders, and the baron had to deal with them personally. As the champion of the Chosen of the Lady of the Lake, his prestige ensured that no one would object.
The wealth in the territory had attracted the covetous eyes of many forces. A few days ago, when the baron was out on patrol, he encountered a group of rogue knights. There were about twenty to thirty of them, and now they were all bruised and battered in prison.
At this moment, the baron appeared. He was wearing a standard baron's suit, with a white Holy Grail cloak draped over his back. After a few months of recuperation, Leon's face had grown a short beard. "Gasparton, come here."
"My baron?" The tax collector hurried to Laing's side. "What happened?"
"Expeditionary Knight Tristan came to visit my dominion with his jester, Jules. He told me that there's a large-scale rebellion in the duchy of Boleon. We have to hold a meeting immediately," said Laing in a low voice.
"Yes, my lord!"
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