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The aftermath of Barnes' coalition retreat was still brewing, and Brother Lowell, who was in the center of the vortex, didn't care about it at all.

For Rowell, who has personally witnessed the undead of Tarantan creating countless battlefield miracles, it is really not a big deal for the army of undead to defeat tens of thousands of regular troops overnight - if it weren't for these undead, they can't help but engage in internal strife, Before the start of the fight, I pinched for more than seven hours, and it would not take overnight to repel the Barnes coalition forces.

After traveling day and night for two days to bring more than [-] captives back to his Viscount, Rowell became as busy as a spinning top...

As the first step in managing his own territory, Brother Lowell decided to start with the "wide accumulation of grain".

First of all, [-] captives were dispersed and reorganized into ten reclamation teams, and the apologists who were also divided into ten groups were taken out to open up wasteland and reclaim farms-a large amount of land along the western border of the Principality is idle, Luo Wei The Viscount of the Er family is no exception.

When Yang Qiu returned the space bracelet, he presented Lowell with a complete set of experience in organizing farm reclamation (provided by Adler Lingxin Town) and the rules and regulations for managing prisoners of war for labor reform (provided by Hal Tuttle & Pansy). , the apologists just copy the homework...

Lowell directly handed over the logistical responsibility of supplying these ten reform-through-labor and land reclamation teams to Joyce Andre—so that his subordinates would not be rebelled by prisoners of war due to lack of food and supplies, this Joyce Andre No matter what, the paladin had to work hard to learn from Ms. Mia's experience accumulated during her time as the butler of Westem.

Arranging the prisoners of war as food storage tools, Brother Lowell immediately started preparing to imitate Yang's operation in the Rhine Kingdom, and carry out a vigorous campaign against crime and crime in his own Viscount's territory-no matter whether this method is a bit cruel Excessive, this is indeed a shortcut to quickly obtain labor (criminals & rescued civilians) and obtain reform funds (copy and confiscate illegal products).

There is a small city with a population of 10 in the Viscount Territory, six small towns with a permanent population of more than [-], and a tiny town with a permanent population of less than [-].

The lord's mansion of the Rowell family is in the city, and the first target is naturally the city with the highest population density in the Viscount's territory.

He recalled all the direct descendants of his family and the private soldiers raised by the descendants (yes, the Lowell family also raised private soldiers), and found an excuse to send the city's consuls, magistrates, affairs officers, and all-collar workers All the minor nobles were invited to be guests in the mansion, and Rowell sealed off the entire lord's mansion without saying a word.

Not only will these groups not be helpful, but they may even cause bad things, and they may even be the target of dealing with the group in the lord's mansion, and Rowell sent the undead who came to pick up the task from Le Diandian to sweep away... Ah no, Sweeping black and evil.

As the battlefield event on the Shiga map ended, there were lucky players on Taqia who found the last wandering BOSS and advanced the "full server main line" so that they could continue to attack north. Players who stayed on Shiga There are only a dozen or so teams, with a total of more than a thousand people.

This amount of undead would probably be wiped out when they were brought to the battlefield, but it was more than enough to wipe out the evil forces in a small city.

Soon, the industrious little undead kicked over the stripping shows of many casinos, brothels and bars in the city, and tied up countless hooligans; all kinds of letters, paper, contract lists and other physical evidence seized from these gray industries were also seized. The little undead were actively sent to the lord's mansion in exchange for rewards.

Rowell, who was guarding the gate of his house, received the evidence collected by the undead. The more he looked at it, the more veins on his forehead became more and more pale...

The diocese of Prosperity Church, on the whole, has a better atmosphere than the diocese of Gold Coins.

The gentlemen in Camerle Town embezzled the land and properties of the villagers. At any rate, they had to create momentum, set up a name, and arrange job opportunities for the farmers who lost their land... After all, they wanted to leave some livelihood for the common people, so as to live up to their face.

But Brother Lowell earned this fiefdom for his descendants... Both Prosperity Church and Duke Shika had to turn a blind eye, which made the descendants of the Lowell family quite unscrupulous.

Like written and physical evidence that is easy to be caught, the nobles of the Rhine Kingdom know to be vague and leave no evidence as much as possible, but Lowell’s filial sons and grandsons are not completely unaware of this——Alfred Rowe Will, the glorious ancestor, is still alive!Prosperity Holy Land and Duke Shiga will not make things difficult for his descendants!

The accompanying Lich Enwei glanced at him twice, and looked at Rowell with a strange look.

"You don't have to worry about it so much, monk. After all, you are a descendant after several generations. Ineffective discipline is inevitable." Enwei suppressed a smile, and seemed to comfort (modulate) comfort (joke) in a friendly way.

Ms. Karina, who was standing next to her, approached curiously, and at first glance saw the back of the letter confiscated by the undead in Rowell's hand, covered with the family crest of Rowell's family...

Ms. Karina stepped back silently, as if she hadn't seen anything.

Brother Rowell collected the physical evidence into his space bracelet with a dark face.

At any rate, after watching the whole process of the undead regime's attack on Innad's leader and Adler's underworld forces, Rowell is no longer the ascetic monk who knew nothing and only knew "for his destiny".

He knew that in addition to "conventional" industries such as casinos and brothels, there were also so-called trade unions and merchant organizations that monopolized transportation channels, monopolized food market pricing power, monopolized liquor and other profiteering industries, and they also had gangster attributes.

He also knew that these dark and evil forces, whether overt or covert, were usually inextricably linked with the local upper class, that is, the feudal nobles.

In other words, if you try to find out the source of these underground black goods, it is very likely that you will find the largest fief noble in the viscount, the tenth great-grandson of Rowell, the viscount of the current Rowell family, and other unworthy descendants body.

Rowell was already mentally prepared for this, but when he saw the concrete evidence... he still couldn't hold back his anger.

"Enwei, I need to trouble you to watch the city hall for me, and watch the Department of Public Security accept suspects." Rowell said as calmly as possible.

"No problem." Enwei, who had been looking at Rowell's house for half a month, was very familiar with the local environment, so he summoned a dead horse and rushed to the city hall.

"Ms. Karina." Rowell looked at the black magician who voluntarily provided him with services in exchange for his freedom. "Can you please watch the city gate for me? If someone tries to leave the city, please intercept it."

"Leave it to me." Ms. Karina responded readily, and summoned an undead horse to set off—this small city only built two gates for the safety of the city defense. The Undead is much simpler.

After sending the outsiders away, Rowell turned angrily and entered the Lord's Mansion.

The great-grandsons of the tenth generation have all gone to run away, and Rowell can't control it for the time being, but the others don't have to run away!

Entering his own courtyard that has been renovated and expanded several times, the murderous-looking Brother Lowell took out the nylon cable tie that Yang thoughtfully prepared for him from the space bracelet...

When more than a thousand undead were wreaking havoc in the city, frightening the citizens of the city, the lord's mansion sealed by Rowell himself was holding a corrupt and extravagant "upper class" reception—to gather his descendants, private soldiers, city bureaucrats, The excuse of the local minor nobles was to celebrate the great victory on the battlefield in the western region.

At the atrium reception carefully arranged by the servants, gentlemen in decent gowns and ladies in luxurious long skirts were laughing and chatting happily.

Rowell, who was still wearing a plain black robe, strode into the crowd, ignored the little nobles who tried to flatter him, pushed aside the servants who stood in the way, and walked straight to No. The 11th generation great-grandson, Master Lance, stretched out his hand expressionlessly.

"Great-grandfather, you—ah!" Young Master Lance, with a confident smile on his face, was about to show off his famous ancestors to the ladies of this city, when he suddenly felt a huge force coming from his arm, and the pain made him exclaim , and involuntarily squatted down.

Brother Lowell, who was full of anger, pulled the two arms of his great-grandson behind his back, put on the nylon cable ties, and tightened them.

"Great, great-grandfather?!" Master Lance, who was caught off guard by his hands being cut behind his back and tied up, was dumbfounded.

Brother Lowell didn't say a word, he kicked his great-grandson down who was barely half-squatting, and bent over to put a nylon cable tie on Master Lance's feet.

"ah--!"

The ladies who fawned over Master Lance turned pale with fright, and scattered with screams.

Brother Lowell saw no one else in his eyes at all, and took down the great-grandson, Master Lance, who looked the most like himself and whom he had secretly looked forward to, and he turned to the other descendants...

Apart from the current viscount, the tenth-generation great-grandsons and great-granddaughters, but those whose names were on the evidence confiscated by the undead, were all dragged out of the crowd and from the greenhouse near the atrium by Brother Lowell.

These descendants who have enjoyed the treatment of the emperor in the Viscount Territory from birth thought their ancestors were crazy, some screamed in horror, and some begged for mercy in panic.

The astonishing change in the atrium frightened the guests, and also attracted the private soldiers of the Lowell family; it was discovered that the greatest ancestor of the Lowell family who attacked the host's house, these people who had always used their status to run amok in the Viscount The private soldiers were also helpless.

Rowell still didn't have any intention of explaining. As soon as the leader of the private soldiers appeared, he stepped forward to take down and tie him down... The other people who came with the leader of the private soldiers did not let go.

Someone among the guests finally sensed something was wrong, and took advantage of the confusion to flee in a panic.

Then... the guests who were "invited" to the celebration reception found that all the external doors of the entire Lord's Mansion could not be opened, and the walls could not be turned over...

The high-ranking priest who is best at defending, banning and positional warfare makes a move. Even Yang Qiu, who has not been promoted before, finds it difficult to use such a big move as the breath of hell to force Rowell to give up fighting... let alone these ordinary people ?

In a fit of rage, Rowell personally tied up his descendants and private soldiers, and walked towards the pale-faced butler, the trembling deacon, and the personal servant of Master Lance...

When Rowell strode to arrest people without saying a word, Anthony consciously shut his mouth tightly, followed behind to pack up the people captured by Rowell, and carried them all to the atrium for centralized display.

After being thrown off by Rowell, Anthony resigned himself to riding for a day and a half before returning to the Viscounty.

Hearing that Brother Rowell took Enwei to the front line of the western border, this shrewd guy guessed what Rowell was thinking, gave up the plan to chase after him, and stayed safely in the Viscount Mansion as a guest—anyway, the call The battle will be resolved soon after the undead come over, and he has to follow back immediately, so it's better to rest in peace for a few days.

When Rowell ordered the servants to prepare the reception, Anthony, a guy who never treats himself badly, even used Rowell's sign to ask the housekeeper to prepare him a dress that would not embarrass himself in front of ladies and ladies.

And then... just as he chatted with a lady at the reception, Rowell rushed into the atrium to make trouble.

As soon as he came up, he first attacked his great-grandson, Master Lance, who was his favorite before, and Anthony's eyelids twitched - the monk was only separated from him for four days, right? !

What happened in the past few days that made this indecisive priest suddenly become iron-fisted?

Although very shrewd, Anthony, who obviously lacked a clear enough understanding of the impact of his actions, immediately became honest.

A person who is determined to deal with his offspring can only be more rude when dealing with outsiders. Now he is afraid of Rowell.

Rowell's stern face relaxed a little after he cut through the mess with a sharp knife and took down more than [-]% of his direct descendants, more than [-]% of his own private soldiers and nearly [-]% of his servants on the spot.

"Great, great-grandfather... what are you doing?" A great-great-granddaughter of the same generation as the Viscount dared to cry when she saw that Rowell finally stopped.

Rowell looked at the few remaining descendants who were fairly clean, and heaved a long sigh.

"Over the years, I have neglected the control of my family." Rowell said calmly with sadness in his tone, "It is my fault that Sabrina's descendants have fallen to this point."

Hearing him mention the name of his great-great-grandmother who had passed away more than 200 years ago, Master Lance, who had been yelling angrily, paused, terrified, as if he had sensed that something terrible was about to happen, and struggled to move forward. Will looks over.

"After Sabrina passed away, I was very sad." Rowell glanced at the atrium that had been completely changed after several renovations and expansions, and said, "Our children are also getting old and ushering in death... I think, It is time for everything about me and her to be a thing of the past. Her and my blood will be passed on to future generations, and these future generations should also have their own lives, and I, an ancestor who has been separated for many generations, should not intervene .”

"But that doesn't mean that I can allow someone to trample on the supposedly noble blood that I inherited from Sabrina."

Rowell's eyes fell on the descendants who were piled up on the ground in embarrassment, and his eyes turned cold: "You are ashamed of Sabrina's sustenance and expectations for her descendants, and you are not worthy of my surname."

Pointing at Master Lance and the others, the emotionless ascetic said coldly: "I, Alfred Lowell, hereby announce that I will strip you of the inherited surname of Lowell, including those who are in the capital at the moment. Senior Joseph."

Master Lance, who leaned his upper body vigorously, rolled his eyes and passed out.