The Sun King's Evidence

PS. Let me make up the attributes of the Fairy Tower in the Lake. Everyone can just laugh at it.

Tower of the Lady of the Lake: +5 to territorial principality order, +5 to uncorrupted, +50% to agricultural income, +8 to infantry and knight leadership (faction-wide).

PS2. Thanks to the book friend "Gongzi WV" for the 50,000 reward, there are two updates today, and the second update is expected to be in the evening.

A continuous heavy rain separated autumn from winter. By November, the climate had become very cold. As the winter wheat in the territory was gradually sown, the serfs also began to enter a period of leisure.

The grain from the harvest filled the barn, and Gasparton began to lead the sergeants to collect grain taxes. The tithe tax levied after deducting the basic rations made the harvest serfs feel heartache, but even the greediest serfs Understand that this is the mercy of the Holy Grail Knight, and other parts of the kingdom are collecting tithes, which is fatal.

At least many serfs who escaped from the Principality of Belion said that this was the best year they had ever lived.

The baron issued an order for freedom of movement in the territory. All serfs with registered status in his territory can move freely in the territory of Baron Jean. More than a year after arriving in the territory, the town of Jean has undergone earth-shaking changes. , in the market of the town, people coming from afar can see most of the goods in the entire old world, and even dwarves and wood elves are not uncommon.

A group of serfs are sitting or squatting on almost every street corner in the town. Whenever knights, nobles, or merchants pass by, they will always shout as loud as they can: "Sir! Sir! Is there any work to do? I I can work! I’m willing to do anything!”

After a brief bargain, these people are quickly whisked away.

Workers are being recruited everywhere, including the construction of the wizard tower in the territory, the new textile workshop, the baron's horse farm, and the renovation of half of the town. The serfs have become accustomed to working every day. During the working day, they not only take care of food, but also work when they go back at night. They can get a handful of copper coins. Ever since someone saw the villagers in a nearby village come back with half a roast chicken after having a full meal, the serfs in Redfish Village have almost all gone to the towns to find work in the recent period. Their mothers-in-law also tried their best to drive them out: eat less food at home, make more money, and have a good Winter Veil Festival.

Brooke is such a serf. Brooke, who is less than thirty years old this year, is not tall but very powerful. He has been working for the baron recently and he can bring back a bag full of copper coins every time. This really makes the serfs in the same village envy.

After several days of heavy rain, it finally ushered in another cloudy day. As soon as it dawned, Brooke got up. His mother-in-law, pregnant with her belly, pushed him out desperately: "The child's father, you have been at home for several days. , go out and work quickly! Otherwise, you will starve after the child is born!"

"Okay, okay." Brooke nodded repeatedly. He put on a piece of burlap clothes, and then put on an animal skin cloak. The serf quickly went out, carrying a bag, and walked towards Jean Town. go.

Ever since the Lord Knight of the Holy Grail came to this land, the life of the serfs has been much better. At least they can have enough food and clothing. However, for the serfs, there are no entertainment activities after dark, so after a few After months of hard work, my mother-in-law's belly gradually grew bigger.

This is a common sight in the village. The birth rate of children has been very high recently, and almost every household has a new baby.

Therefore, the priests of the Goddess of Mercy Church have almost become the busiest people in the Baronial Territory. These loving female priests shuttle through Ryan's territory, busy delivering babies and blessing newborns. The Baron is generous, and he donated to Mercy in one breath. The Church of the Goddess cost three hundred gold crowns. The Order of the Saints of the Lake Fairy also sent some prophets of the Lake God to help the Church of the Goddess of Mercy, and finally managed to scrape together enough manpower.

Walking along the compacted stone road towards Jean Town, there were many serfs entering the city looking for work. Brooke couldn't help but feel a little annoyed when he thought of this, and the serfs quickened their pace.

In the cold weather, the city gate of Jean Town had become very tall. There were many sergeants standing guard at the city gate. Brooke was a little scared, but he still worked hard to squeeze out of the crowd and find a way to enter the town.

There are several wood elves with pointed ears at the city gate. Obviously, the pointed ears are privileged. They have priority to enter the town because their goods are irreplaceably precious and hot-selling.

"Hey! Brooke! What are you doing!" At this moment, a young voice stopped him: "Do you still want to work?!"

"Ah, Mr. Denis! I work! Of course I work!" The serf stood up in fright. He found a sergeant talking to him. He was so frightened that he quickly nodded and bowed.

"As always, you're in charge of meals at noon, and how much work you do will determine how much money you get when you go home in the evening. Don't be lazy!" Sergeant Denis was wearing a full set of chainmail and breastplates, and gauntlets on both arms. Wearing a blouse, he looks really majestic! At least that's what Brooke thinks.

A ball of smock was thrown on the face of the serf, which must be worn when working. The serf took the smock, put it on haphazardly, and went to work happily. The baron needed a better horse farm, and the serfs will work hard. In exchange for remuneration.

"The number is almost there." After a few sergeants and a dozen infantrymen continued to recruit some workers, Deni said to a sergeant next to him: "What do you think? Amedeh?"

"That's almost it." Another sergeant said, so Denis waved his hand to signal to stop recruiting.

The young sergeant attracted the extremely envious eyes of the serfs. A sergeant's annual income was 20-30 gold crowns (total income, before tax). They lived in the baron of the baron's castle and enjoyed double With good salary and excellent living environment, their food was very good, they could often eat white bread and meat, and they could go hunting and perform tasks with the baron.

Sergeants and rangers are almost the ultimate pursuit goals of many serfs in their lives, so whenever they see sergeants patrolling the streets proudly wearing chainmail and robes, all the serfs will secretly make up their minds and want to become Glorious sergeant.

Deni could feel the envious eyes of the serfs. Thinking of his life over the past period of time, he felt like he was living in a dream.

Ever since he risked his life to tell Lord Ryan that it would rain during the chivalry war against the beastmen, good luck has been accompanying the son of Orion. In the subsequent bloody battle on a rainy night, he was banned on the spot by Ryan for his military merits. As a sergeant.

The ecstatic Denis returned to his hometown with the permission of the Red Dragon Duke, and told his father, mother and younger brother the news. Then the family left their hometown where they had lived for generations and moved to Jean. Barony.

The family lived a happy life. Denis had two days off every ten days, and usually lived in the castle and was on duty. His generous salary allowed the family to live a good life. Therefore, the young sergeant also vowed He will die in the service of the Baron without any hesitation.

Denis, who is young, very capable, and has combat experience, performed well when suppressing bandits. He has particularly powerful longbow skills. As a descendant of Bastogne's longbowmen, Denis's longbow can throw the furthest. It can reach 280 meters and has good accuracy. The sergeant who showed such strength was appreciated by Ryan and his brother Angron, so Denis was once again promoted exceptionally. He is now He is the commander of the Zeon Archer Company.

Holding the hilt of the sword at his waist tightly, Deni could feel the exquisite workmanship of the dwarf weapons. After a period of dressing up, almost all the sergeants in the entire territory had put on a full set of dwarf sophisticated equipment, and everyone was wearing it. Armed with hand crossbows, the soldiers were full of praise for the dwarves' weapons.

Denis is one of the few sergeants who does not like to use hand crossbows. He admits that the operation of hand crossbows is simpler, but he is still willing to use his own longbow, whenever this big bow that has been passed down from generation to generation is fully drawn by him. , he can always feel that the power of his ancestors is protecting him. His great-grandfather, his grandfather, and his father all seem to fight with him. He has been using this longbow since he was eight years old.

"Deni? What's wrong? Are you still thinking about your wife?" Someone who was traveling with the sergeant joked: "It's okay. Although this is the first child, she is in the hospital now. There are so many priests and the Lady of the Lake God Prophet. No problem."

"Hahahahaha~" The sergeants burst into laughter, and the infantrymen also laughed in agreement.

Denis was young, a sergeant, and was appreciated by the lord. Naturally, he had no need to worry about someone to introduce him to. He soon married the daughter of a town shop owner. Like most people in the territory, his wife also quickly married. I got pregnant and am now nine months old.

"Haha, yes, I'm sorry, I was a little distracted." Denis deliberately laughed a few times, which relieved the embarrassment. He continued to urge the serfs to work. If necessary, a few sergeants would go up to help. .

Almost four months ago, the Baron announced a cooperation with the Church of the Goddess of Mercy, the Order of the Lady of the Lake Fairy, the Church of Justice and the Wood Elves, and jointly established a hospital with dozens of beds. Several members of the Church of the Goddess of Mercy The priest and two lake god prophets are resident, and there is also a wood elf doctor on duty. Deni's wife is currently in the hospital expecting to give birth. With these people taking care of her, Deni is quite relieved.

The medical level of elves is a thousand or more years ahead of humans. In the whole of Britannia, perhaps only Ryan has the ability to build such a hospital, because only he can import a large amount of medical equipment from the wood elves that is priceless in the human country. Precious medicine.

Denis knew how difficult it would be for the serfs to get sick in Bastogne. The vast majority of serfs could not afford to see the doctor. Most of the serfs could only fight hard. A few serfs who had some savings could be absent from work for a few days. would go to church, and then the priests of the Goddess of Mercy would serve the serf black bread, feed him hot water, and ask him to pray.

Yes, it is just praying, praying to the goddess of mercy for recovery, and it has nothing to do with taking medicine or performing magic. The preciousness of medicines has been mentioned before. Those are the enjoyment of nobles. The shortage and preciousness of medicines make them strictly controlled.

Divine spells are also so unattainable. A magical spell that can only relieve pain within forty-eight hours costs fifteen silver coins. Divine spells with four links and above that can truly cure diseases often cost dozens or hundreds of gold coins. The six-ring magic life regeneration spell that can cure most diseases costs six hundred gold crowns to cast, and this is just the casting cost! A regional bishop-level priest can only cast it three times a month! The pastor himself also needs to eat, and the real price is at least 20% higher.

"Amedei, have hundreds of refugees arrived from the Principality of Palavon in the past few days?" The establishment of the hospital attracted many refugees, and they did not hesitate to cross the Oracle Mountains and come to the Baron of Jean to seek asylum.

"Yes, there are so many. I don't know how those people came here. They are all starving." The fully armed sergeants were chatting. These people recently learned how to count under the guidance of the lord. Most of the sergeants were here a few days ago. I learned some basic mathematics during the months of intensive training.

"Yeah, when Mr. Katzenberg gave gruel to those refugees, they were just like a bunch of homeless wild dogs." Another sergeant Amedei said, with some sympathy on his face: "Mr. Katzenberg has already said that the porridge is enough, but they are still robbing each other, and in the end, they are overturned. I think it is a wise decision for Mr. Katzenberg not to register them for the time being. What do you think? ?Deni?”

"It's a good decision. We need to distinguish between those who are robbers, those who are real refugees, and those who are sick to prevent the occurrence of the plague." Denis said with a vague understanding. He just kept hearing Katzenberg He said this, but the sergeant himself did not understand what it meant.

After watching the serfs work for a while, the tax collector Gasparton appeared. He and his soldiers had completed a circle of tax collection work.

In the three quarters of this year, the tax revenue of Baron Jean has been close to two thousand gold crowns. Gasparton recited the name of the fairy in the lake, and he was very happy for the baron. As the tax collector of the Lady's Chosen Champion, he felt that he had nothing to do with him. There is honor.

At the same time, Gasparton was also troubled by how to arrange the runaway serfs who came from all over the place. Serfs who had the ability and dare to escape were naturally high-quality people, but would these people obey management? Is there anything else among them? It’s hard to tell about the principal’s undercover agents.

Therefore, these new immigrants have been temporarily stopped from registering. Katzenberg's idea is to use these people first, give them a lower level of treatment, and then spend one to two years to absorb them into the baron.

This requires a process, so this period of time must be stable and not chaotic. Several incidents of friction between the foreign population and the local population have been handled by the Baron himself. As the divinely chosen champion of the Lady of the Lake, his prestige ensures that there will be no chaos. People will have objections.

The wealth in the territory has aroused the covetousness of many forces. A few days ago, the baron encountered a group of rogue knights when he was on patrol. There were about twenty or thirty of them. Now they are all locked in prison with bruises and bruises.

At this moment, the Baron appeared. He was wearing a standard baron attire, with a white Holy Grail cloak behind him. After months of recuperation, Ryan had a short beard on his face: "Gasparton, come here. "

"My Baron?" The tax officer hurriedly walked to Ryan: "What happened?"

"Expeditionary Knight Tristan visited my territory with his jester Jules. He told me that there was a large-scale rebellion in the Principality of Belion. We need to have a meeting right away." Ryan whispered.

"yes!"

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