Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

Even if Sam was unhappy in his heart, unwilling to impart precious magical knowledge to a hillbilly kobold, under the suppression of the Lord's dictatorial iron fist, his dissatisfaction did not last long.

"Archmage Sam, may we begin?"

Old Neil wrung his hands, somewhat uneasy, cautiously inquiring of Sam, who was sitting cross-legged.

He never thought that one day he would be able to learn precious magical knowledge.

You should know that in the barren wilderness, those shaman wizards cherish their knowledge, preferring to take it to the grave rather than pass it on.

Yet, as a slave, he could be valued by the Lord and learn magic.

Old Neil was determined from the bottom of his heart to study magic diligently and be loyal to the Lord.

Under Old Neil's continuous flattery, Sam's face looked much better, and he honestly said everything he knew.

The Lord, who always had the heart of a mage, listened in for a while, and finally left expressionlessly.

He shouldn't have hoped for anything from a half-baked shaman.

Sam's level of teaching was not just lacking in vision, but also misleading.

The things he talked about seemed to have no problems, but in fact, they were nonsense, all his own imagined folk remedies, not even as good as the folk tricksters in the Southern Border.

Li Wei could only treat a dead horse as if it were still alive, hoping that Old Neil could understand.

Anyway, he didn't expect to learn magic from Old Neil, and it would be better to go to the churches and kidnap a saintess to teach him these knowledge day and night when he had power in the future.

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To repay High Cliff Castle's selfless assistance, Mireille offered three carriages of goods as a thank-you gift.

Li Wei originally wanted to pretend to decline, in order to show the selfless and glorious image of High Cliff Castle, but he was afraid that they wouldn't give it if he declined, so he simply accepted it, after all, this was what he deserved.

In person, he was too embarrassed to directly ask what they were, but he secretly prayed that it would be salt or tea cakes, after all, this was the hard currency in the wilderness.

When the orcs drove two wendigo beasts, panting and puffing, to pull the carriages full of goods back to the hill and began to unload, Li Wei was a little surprised to find that the things inside were not what he had guessed.

Lifting the white cloth that served as sunshade and rain shelter, he revealed rectangular wooden boxes, and when Zart pried them open with an iron rod, they revealed neatly arranged exquisite oak barrels, which also exuded a strong aroma of wine.

Using a small knife to poke open a hole, the wine-red liquid gurgled out, and Zart quickly stretched out his mouth to catch it, and the wine in the oak barrel the size of a head quickly flowed out.

"Boss, it's wine! And the standard is very high, it's a rare item."

Zart gave a thumbs up, his face full of surprise.

He also opened the other two carriages, and it was the same.

Li Wei stroked his chin, very puzzled.

Due to the huge material needs of pioneers and natives in the wilderness, wilderness trade has always been quite prosperous, and the value of materials flowing into the wilderness every year in spring, summer, and autumn can reach millions of gold coins.

Merchants bring salt and tea, and even smuggle ironware to the wilderness, and then bring back a large number of livestock, horses, furs, or slaves from the wilderness.

It's not impossible to bring back brewed wine from the wilderness, but when did the hillbilly wilderness people start brewing their own wine?

Just the oak barrels used to hold these wines are exquisitely made, and the tightening strips in the middle are also engraved with patterns for decoration, no matter how you think about it, it's not something a group of wilderness people can make.

Suddenly, Li Wei had a flash of inspiration and thought of Mireille's identity. Aside from being probably a subordinate of the Duchess of the Northern Border, her other identity was a half-elf.

As everyone knows, the wilderness is very large, so large that it borders three countries in the Middle Ages, and no one knows how many forces are inside.

Then it is not impossible for an elven tribe to exist inside.

Only this group of elves who advocate perfection and art would put so much effort into a package, and the brewing of fine wine is also one of the elves' skills.

The wine they brew is among the best in the entire Middle Ages.

It seems that Flynna has made friends with an elven tribe through Mireille, this half-elf, at some point.

To be honest, if it were in ancient times, the entire Middle Ages would have been ruled by elves, giants, and dragons.

Humans could only serve as slaves between the three. Later, with the changes in the magic tide, when these natural magical creatures lost the magic they depended on to survive.

Humans, who had always served as slaves, began to turn the tables. Although humans were still no match for these powerful creatures in terms of personal strength, the speed at which humans reproduced was something these creatures could not match.

Coupled with the terrifying learning speed of humans, various weapons emerged as the times required.

After hundreds of years of war, the three powerful races that once enslaved humans were beaten so hard that they could no longer raise their heads, and could only huddle in various parts of the world. Humans also naturally became the strongest force in the Middle Ages.

But it is undeniable that the elves still possess top magical knowledge and cutting-edge military equipment manufacturing skills.

For nothing else, Li Wei was carrying a long sword made of mithril by the elves.

And only the elves know the source of mithril, this magical metal.

Li Wei could hardly doubt whether Flynna, the Duchess of the Northern Border, had a deeper arrangement with the elves in secret.

Although the elves have declined and their branches are scattered all over the world, this decline is only relative to the humans of the entire Middle Ages. The strength of an elven tribe alone is probably not weaker than a count's territory, and it should not be underestimated.

The main thing is that High Cliff Castle is caught between the two, which is very uncomfortable.

Li Wei was a little worried, but as the saying goes, people without immediate worries must have long-term concerns.

Unlike Zart, who was foolishly holding an oak barrel, imagining drinking one barrel and keeping one barrel, only caring about killing the enemy, the Lord considered more.

Originally, Li Wei thought that the sudden arrival of the dragon near High Cliff Castle was a bit of a threat, but he didn't expect an elven tribe to come now.

The elves described in the novels are all peace-loving, but in fact, this peace is just a statement after they declined.

When the three races stood side by side, they fought each other to the death in order to truly become the overlord of the world. Why didn't they say they loved peace at that time?

The so-called love of peace is just that their strength is not enough, so they can only be grandsons first.

"Whatever, not to mention anything else, now High Cliff Castle is not just a pioneering territory with two or three cats. As long as there is enough time, High Cliff Castle will grow into a behemoth."

Li Wei waved his hand, signaling the orcs to move the goods into the cellar.

Now he not only has a system but also holds an iron mine. If he still can't develop, then none of these pioneering lords can succeed.