If there was one thing that the serfs liked the most, it was undoubtedly being an apprentice to the dwarves.
The salary and treatment of being an apprentice to the dwarves was actually not much different from other jobs. However, being an apprentice to the dwarves meant endless possibilities. The lord needed such talents who could work, especially the dwarves' apprentices. An apprentice who could be recognized by the old-fashioned and strict dwarves was almost destined to live a good life in the future.
This was also the path of promotion for a very small number of people other than being promoted to sergeant.
Therefore, when the dwarf rune craftsman, Deron Fiennes, said that he needed three apprentices, almost all the serfs responded in unison. They all wanted to be apprentices.
"I don't want so many people. Those under the age of twenty who have worked for the lord, and those who have worked for the blacksmith and carpenter in the village, come to the front." The dwarf rune craftsman, Deron Fiennes, had already dressed up in silk clothes. He said impatiently, "Don't come for the rest. Also, if I find out which one of you has deceived me, then just wait. My beard will bear witness to everything!"
This sentence scared away most of the escaped slaves. Everyone looked at each other, and most of them chose to take a step back.
The escaped slaves had come here with great difficulty. They did not want to be driven out again because of deceit. The dwarves were not easy to deceive. These stubborn guys could roughly tell how old they were as long as they touched the bones of their wrists.
Raymond's eyes lit up in the crowd. He was only seventeen years old this year. He had worked for the knight and helped the village's carpenter. He knew some carpentry work.
So he stretched out his hand. "It's me! Mr. Dwarf, I'm seventeen years old this year. I've worked for the knight since I was fifteen years old. I've also worked for the village's carpenter! "
Dwarves were excellent craftsmen. Whether it was blacksmiths, stonemasons, or carpenters, their wonderful craftsmanship was envied by humans. Deron Fiennes obviously heard Raymond's words. He said in a low Gothic language that he was not very familiar with, "Why are you so loud? I heard you. "
Raymond came in front of the dwarf under the envious eyes of the escaped slaves. The dwarf first reached out and pinched Raymond's wrist hard.
The dwarf's grip was very strong, so strong that Raymond felt a little pain.
"Well, it seems like you didn't lie to me. You are indeed a seventeen or eighteen year old." Deron Fienson nodded. He thought for a moment and asked, "If I asked you to make an eighteen centimeter long wooden board, what would you do first?"
"First, I need to chop a piece of wood that's at least twenty centimeters long!" Raymond said without hesitation. "It's better to be long than short!"
"How do you usually handle wood?"
"Big Wood uses an axe, Little Wood uses a saw!"
"What's the key to mortising wood?"
"This …" Raymond couldn't answer. His face turned red. "I don't know, Mr. Dwarf."
"The requirements for mortise and tenon are vertical and square. Only by taking a shortcut can one maximize the use of limited wood." Deron Fiennes nodded. The dwarf frowned. "It looks like you haven't studied with a carpenter for too long."
"I … I'm sorry, Mr. Dwarf." Raymond lowered his head.
You're young, and you haven't been educated too much by those low-level humans and become an idiot who can only produce inferior products. Okay, my workshop needs such a person. We'll talk about whether to accept apprentices later. I want this person. "The rune craftsman nodded and said," Deniz, call this … what's his name? "
"My name is Raymond!" Raymond said quickly.
"Arrange for this Raymond!" Deron pointed at Raymond's nose and continued.
"Yes!"
The slave camp was like a huge mouth, swallowing up these escaped slaves completely. It only took more than an hour for these escaped slaves to find their own jobs.
Then, the whole family was arranged to stay in a camp. This camp was located in an open space outside the city. For the time being, the food supply would be cut off once they started working.
There was still a day before work, and the serfs could only start work tomorrow. So, many serfs lit a fire in the middle of the camp, boiled hot water, ate the black bread provided by the count, and began to talk about today's events.
Some local serfs, archers, and infantrymen also joined in. They were also interested to hear some news from the outside world from these northerners.
In this era, news was very limited. This was one of the few ways to get news from the outside world.
From the chatter, they learned that among the escaped slaves in the north, there were more escaped serfs in the Duchy of Lyonnasser, the Duchy of Montfort, the Duchy of Le-Angoulan, and the Castle of Attawa area. The Duchy of Connet was the territory of the Knight of the Holy Grail, Duke Lauen. This duke had been on the path of the Holy Grail for more than ten years and knew the suffering of the people, so the serfs' lives were better.
This was the case for the Knights of the Holy Grail. They had been on the Holy Grail expedition for at least a few years and at most decades. They were relatively clear about the suffering of the people. Among the virtues of a knight, there was the virtue of sympathizing with the people. Unfortunately, there were not many knights who had this virtue.
"Speaking of which, have you seen the wizard tower? What a tall and dazzling wizard tower. " The escaped slaves began to talk about the wizard tower near the Earl's castle. It was Veronica's Dawn Wizard Tower.
"Yes, it looks scary. Those terrible witches said that they have to eat the hearts of 100 babies every day to stay young!" Some of the serfs said with fear.
"Ha, blind, do you understand? The Earl has already refuted this rumor. Besides, the village you used to live in only had a few hundred people in total, let alone 100 babies, right? They have to eat 100 every day? I'm afraid that in just a week, the village will be eaten until there are no mice left. " The local serfs complained, "There are so many witches in that wizard tower. Are they going to eat the whole city?"
"Hahahahaha ~" The slaves around the bonfire all laughed heartily. After they were settled down, they felt as if a huge stone had been lifted from their hearts. They could finally smile.
"No matter what, that is a very tall, very big wizard tower!" Some of the serfs were still full of fear.
Everyone had to admit that the huge Adept Tower gave the serfs a great sense of oppression and fear.
"Speaking of which, the Lady of the Lake's tower seems to be behind that wizard tower!" A serf interrupted and said, "I heard from the locals that the farmland here is good, and the output is very high. This is all thanks to the Lady's protection!"
"Praise the Lady!"
"Praise the Lady!"
A group of people hurriedly praised the Lady of the Lake.
"Our Earl is very pious. He goes to the Lady's tower one day a week to pray!" At this time, a serf soldier suddenly said with admiration, "He is worthy of being the Lady's favored champion."
"That's not right. Isn't it forbidden for civilians to get close?" A slave said cautiously, "How do you know?"
"My uncle's next-door neighbor used to be on duty in the Count's castle. He saw the Count come out of the Lady's tower in the middle of the night with a tired face. He must have received the Lady's instructions. The Count is really pious!"
"Yes, he is really pious!" The crowd sighed again.
Raymond thought that this kind of secret sounded fake. Historically, knights would not let the serfs guard their manors and castles. Instead, they chose to trust their squires and guards.
"In order to sincerely pray for the Lady's blessing and make the land productive, the Earl worked hard. That's really amazing!" Another slave said.
"Yes, it's really amazing!" The crowd sighed.
For this point, Raymond still nodded doubtfully. It was almost impossible for the Lady of the Lake to appear in front of the serfs. However, Earl Laing was the Lady of the Lake's chosen champion. His deeds were well-known even in the countryside. Raymond thought that it was still possible.
…
At the same time, in the Earl's castle, Laing was standing in the hall of the inner castle, waiting for his fiancée to arrive.
"Laing!" Sulia led her people into the hall. The female knight had obviously dressed up seriously today. She was wearing a pink butterfly-colored double-breasted windbreaker. There was a faint smile on her exquisite face. She wore nude-colored stockings and milky white high heels on her sparkling and beautiful feet. Her pearl earrings swayed gently in the air. A golden double-headed eagle engagement ring was worn on her left ring finger, indicating that she was already engaged to someone.
Seeing that Laing was waiting for her, the female knight blushed a little. Since there was no one else in the hall, she slowly walked to Laing's side and said, "I'm coming."
"Suria!" Laing hugged the female knight and kissed her gently. The Earl breathed in the scent of irises in the female knight's long golden curly hair and said with a smile, "I'm relieved that you're here. I have a lot of things that I need your help with, my future wife!"
The dignified female knight instantly blushed at Laing's words.
The two were engaged, so it was normal for their relationship to be a little closer. Suria did not say anything except for her blushing face. The fiancée and the couple walked up to the third floor together. Olika followed behind them and called her Madam obediently.
Since the female knight and Laing were engaged, she had infiltrated the Earl's forces very quickly. Not long after the two were engaged, everyone in the Earl's territory was already calling her Madam. Laing's knights and courtiers were very respectful to Suria.
This was the first daughter of a great noble, Laing thought to himself. She had not even married into the Earl's territory, but she had already made the entire territory obedient. Her gentle personality was one thing, but her superb political wisdom was obviously inherited from François.
Laing held his fiancée's little hand with a warm smile on his face. "What happened recently?"
"Nothing special. It's been very quiet in Winford recently. The serfs are busy harvesting winter wheat, and the knights are busy with training. By the way, Laing, my father thinks that your fixed tax is very constructive. He plans to do the same as you and change the tithe into a fixed tax." Suria blushed and said, "I'll need you to send someone to guide me later."
"Okay." For some reason, Laing could not help but want to kiss the female knight every time he saw her graceful and dignified appearance.
Just as Suria was about to say something, Laing kissed her lips again.
Seeing this, Su Liya closed her eyes and casually felt dizzy.
Two minutes later, the female knight panted and sat side by side with Laing on the sofa in the room. She reached out and patted Laing a little reproachfully. "Laing, you bastard. If you continue like this, I won't come over anymore."
"Suria, I miss you." Laing hugged the female knight's waist and smelled the fragrance in her hair. He said intoxicatedly, "I haven't seen you for months."
"Laing … I miss you too." Suria was a little touched after hearing Laing's words.
The two were affectionate for a while.
"Then I'll leave the rest to you, Suria. I'll listen in the inner room," Laing whispered.
"Okay!"
Half an hour later, in the meeting room of the count's castle, several merchants and Butler Katzenberg were already waiting. They were enjoying Empire beer, Brittany red wine, and exquisite desserts from the wood elves, waiting for the count to appear.
Steward Katzenberg stood next to the empty main seat. His tall and thin figure was standing straight as he entertained a few big merchants. His wife had just given birth to a boy a few days ago, and the steward had already obtained the Count's permission. This child would grow up and learn in the Count's palace. As a knight, Katzenberg instantly felt that his life was full of hope.
The merchants present included Oliver, Hadrian, and others who were close to Laing. There was also Ismail, a merchant from Bordeaux. There was also Fernando, a merchant from the north. There was also Jacques, a merchant from Winford.
These merchants all had huge financial resources, and at the same time, they had deep relationships with the local nobles.
"Good afternoon, everyone!" Accompanied by the sound of high heels clicking on the ground, Suria, dressed in Brittany marquis' formal attire, appeared at the door. Her maid, Sylvia, followed behind the marquis.
"Good afternoon, madam!" The merchants all stood up instinctively and bowed to Suria.
Ismail, a merchant from Bordeaux, secretly looked up at Suria's noble figure. He muttered in his heart, "It seems that Laing's fiancée is going to be the one in this discussion."
The nobles of the kingdom often talked about this daughter of Duke Winford. As the apple of François' eye, she was perfect in terms of appearance, temperament, and strength. There were many nobles who wanted to marry François, but François did not agree.
It was said that this lady wanted to marry well. Not only did her partner have to be a Knight of the Holy Grail, but he also had to be young and have a high status.
In the end, she actually found one! Ismail cursed in his heart, "This daughter of Duke Winford is really lucky. It was a marriage arranged by the lady herself. Even the nobles of the kingdom could not object to it."
After sitting down, everyone exchanged pleasantries and talked about some trivial topics. Soon, Oliver, who was the closest to Laing, said, "Madam, we have encountered some problems recently."
"Problems?" Suria was sitting on the main seat. Her fingers were interlocked and placed flat on the table. Her tone was gentle, and her gaze was gentle but full of dignity. The female knight cleverly took care of everyone in the meeting to ensure that no one felt neglected. "What problems have you encountered? Can you tell me in detail? Mr. Oliver? "
"It's like this, madam. Recently … the sea route in the north … is not very safe. We have lost contact with some merchant ships. They did not reach Marlin Castle."
"Lost contact?"
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