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After accepting two mercenaries as instructors, and then selecting a few guards, Hardy officially took office.

The mountain forest is not far from the manor, and it can be reached by riding a horse in half a day.

The small piece of territory Hardy chose had no place name.

So Hardy called it ‘Vasco’, which means: time to set sail.

It is indeed Hardy’s ‘starting place’ in this world.

When Hadi arrived at the entrance of the mountain forest, he was immediately pointed at by more than a dozen longbows.

The shield warrior and several guards stood in front of Hardy.

The gunman guarded Hardy's left side. He glanced around and whispered: "Master, there are many people hiding around, and we are surrounded."

Hardy certainly knows.

He raised the parchment in his hand high and shouted: "I am the knight appointed by Count Fernigeni, Hardy! From now on, this mountain forest belongs to me and is the territory of my Hardy family. You can't stop me." Are you trying to stop me here? Are you an enemy of my Hardy family?"

"Go away, this forest is ours."

"What nonsense is this kid talking about? He is the owner of this land, so who do we think he is?"

"That piece of shit in Virginia actually sealed off this place. What should we do?"

"Where do we have to go from here to survive?"

Hardy looked around and took these words to heart.

As he expected, although the mountain people were tough, they were actually just a group of miserable people.

In order to survive, I had to pretend to be tough.

Hadi looked around and continued to shout: "You want to continue living here, but I also need to govern this land. Let your village chief or leader come out, if you have one! We can talk , maybe we can find a condition acceptable to both parties.”

The shouts of the mountain people became much weaker.

Hardy is very handsome. Generally speaking, people with good looks do have certain hidden advantages in social and diplomatic aspects.

Compared with an aristocratic fat pig, Hardy's sunny and delicate face makes it easier to gain the trust of outsiders.

After a while, a man wearing a tiger head hat and tiger skin clothes came out.

The other person's face was covered with beard, so it was difficult to see his appearance clearly. He only had a pair of eyes with a lot of yellow goo, giving people the impression of an angry ocelot.

"You are?" Hardy asked proactively.

"Rogg. The village chief here." The man walked up to Hadi, stretched out his hand, and said, "Can you check the appointment letter for me?"

"Are you literate?"

Hardy handed the parchment over. He was not afraid that the other party would tear up the appointment letter, because this thing was just a symbol. If it was gone, he could ask the lord for another copy.

Rogge didn't speak. He lowered his head and read the contents on the parchment, even buttoning the seal on it, and then returned the appointment letter.

"It is indeed true." Rogge's eyes were filled with red threads: "But you were fooled. The lord doesn't like you very much. This is just a forest, nothing."

He was trying his best to prevent Hadi from taking away this forest.

Because this is the only place where mountain people like them can ‘stay’.

Hardy smiled and said, "I chose this place myself."

Rogge was suddenly speechless. At the same time, he looked at Hardy as if he were looking at a fool.

Hardy could naturally feel it, and he didn't care. He said, "Where do you plan to move to in the future?"

Generally speaking, if a territory has an 'owner', then the homeless people on it have to move away on their own, otherwise the owner has the right to beat them to death.

"We have no intention of leaving. This is our root and our home." Rogge stared at Hardy, his eyes becoming increasingly fierce: "If you want to drive us away and force us to leave our home, then we can only fight with you. We will fight to the death as our enemy.”

Hardy was not intimidated, he wanted to recruit the mountain people, but now was not the time for soft talk.

Otherwise, the other party is very likely to take advantage of it.

He pointed at the guards and two mercenaries behind him, and said with a smile: "If nothing else, they alone can kill all of you young men. It just takes some time, about half a year, to hunt one or two every month." This time, no matter how many of you there are, you can’t stand it.”

As soon as these words came out, Rogge's eyes immediately became murderous. He took a sudden step forward and grabbed Hardy with both hands.

In his eyes, what the other party said made sense. Ordinary people couldn't beat professionals. The only advantage was the large number of people.

But if there is a protracted war, no matter how many people there are, there will not be enough for professionals to kill them slowly.

He didn't want such a terrible thing to happen. As long as he caught the young master in front of him, he would have a chance to negotiate.

However, as soon as he stretched out his hands, he found that Hardy had already stepped back five steps away.

Smiling slightly.

This speed!

Rogge understood one thing. This young master was also a professional.

The only hope was shattered. All the muscles in his body seemed to be stretched, without any strength.

Rogge glanced back at the pair of expectant eyes. He sighed and looked back at Hardy: "We are willing to move away, give us some time."

But these words made the mountain people angry.

"Why move!"

"If we don't move, we will die here if we die."

"This is our home."

Rogge turned around and raised his right hand high. He held it like that, and the angry mountain people gradually became quiet.

"We have to leave. If we don't leave, we will die." Rogge's eyes were getting redder and redder, as if liquid was flowing out.

"But where else can we go?"

The mountain people felt sad. If they could leave, they would have left long ago. Why wait until now!

Just when the mountain people were feeling sad, Hardy interrupted with a smile: "I just said that we can talk about it, and we can't come up with a result that everyone can accept."

After Rogge turned around, he looked at Hardy with a little hope in his eyes: "Are you willing to let us stay in this territory and become free citizens?"

Hardy shook his head: "How is it possible? I mean, you can become the long-term workers and tenant farmers of my Hardy family."

As soon as these words came out, the mountain people who were still very sad became angry.

"Don't try to make us slaves."

"You do not deserve."

"We want to be tenants, and many nobles are willing to take us in. Is it your turn?"

Ha ha ha ha!

The high-pitched laughter overwhelmed the roars of all the mountain people. After Hardy laughed a few times, he said, "Does anyone really want you to be sharecroppers? Do you really think I don't know about the mountain people's riots ten years ago?"

The faces of the mountain people were ashen.

They were freedmen living in a small barony in Hexi Town. They lived in the same village, but they were charged heavy taxes by the baron all year round and lived a very hard life.

In the end, the little baron even abused a girl who had just turned fourteen to death.

In the end, the people in the village couldn't stand it anymore. They rushed into the baron's manor with hoes, logging axes and other tools and killed the baron's family.

After that, King Virginia V at the time killed half of the villagers, nearly a hundred people, and then exiled the rest of the villagers to drive them out of Hexi City.

But the lord next door is not willing to take them in. Who wants to take in a group of thugs who dare to kill the 'master'.

There is no smooth road ahead and no retreat behind.

So these mountain people settled down at the junction of the two territories, which is this mountain forest.

"My Hadi family has a good reputation. In the past ten years, we have never driven away a servant or tenant." Hadi looked around and said loudly: "Become a tenant farmer and long-term laborer of my Hadi family, as long as you are in Once the family crest is branded on your right wrist, you can freely enter and exit Hexi City, where you can sell things and purchase supplies."

All the mountain people were stunned for a moment.

Going into the city... This is a very simple wish.

Medicines, salt, flour and other daily necessities you need can be bought in the city.

The premise is that you must be qualified to enter.

Rogge was silent for a long time, and then in a hoarse voice, he asked: "How much are the taxes of the Hardy family?"

"40%!" Hardy smiled: "Only 40%."

All the mountain people heard it, and they looked at Hardy in disbelief.

Are taxes really that low?

It's not like they tricked people into killing them as pigs, right?