Chapter 172, The Simple Old Farmer of the Barony

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Old World, Brittany, Barony of Jean, Red Fish Village north of the Chinon River.

At the beginning of October, in the late autumn season, the temperature begins to gradually become colder, and winter in Brittany is coming.

The autumn wind is bleak, the forests are dyed, and the field breathes a leisurely breath from its broad chest. On the slopes and dams, the clearness like water is spreading. The autumn harvest is basically over. All the harvested grain was harvested, leaving a barely passable harvest. The serfs began to chop firewood and grind flour. At the same time, they had to plow the land again to prepare for sowing winter wheat.

The cultivation of winter wheat requires a lot of manpower and a certain amount of fertilizer, and most of the grain grown is the lord's, so the serfs are generally not very enthusiastic about cultivating winter wheat.

Fortunately, the tax system formulated by the lord is tithes, and the tax set by the Holy Grail Knight is not very heavy. The serfs can still have something left after working hard. In addition to the preaching of the Church of the Goddess of Mercy, the serfs know how to use plant ash and Or livestock manure to fertilize farmland.

Of course, the fattest horse manure also requires money. The serfs have to go to the local knight lord to serve two to three days a week. In exchange for the right to use the mill and some special tools. The Lord Knight allows serfs to bring a small amount of fruit back to their homes. It depends on the situation. For example, after cutting wood, the lord Lord allows serfs to bring a bundle of firewood back to their homes. How much they can carry depends entirely on the number of serfs. If it is said that serfs greedily take too much firewood falling to the ground or unable to walk, they will be considered disqualified.

There is a big knight-errant in Red Fish Village. This is a well-known fact in the village. The villagers generally call him Mr. Angron. It is said that this big knight is the elder brother of Lord Lane, the Holy Grail Knight. Because he committed a crime, he came here to join him, so the villagers were a little afraid of him.

This knight-errant is always a bit different. For many years, the serfs have rarely seen a knight who personally farmed the fields, nor have they seen such a sturdy knight master. His Excellency Ryan led the army in the territory to participate in the knighthood. After the Taoist War, the small Red Fish Village actually became the place under the jurisdiction of Master Angron.

The life of the knight master is very regular. He often works at sunrise and rests at sunset. Every morning, the knight master will get up, and then run to the Chinon River to pour cold water on himself. Many serfs feel cold when they look at it. However, the knight lord yelled happily. By the way, he would slap the water of the Chinon River with his hands. Many live fish would be slapped directly out of the river and brought home by the knight lord.

This gentleman knight is so strong that he doesn't need people to work for him at all. The big tree as thick as four people hugging each other was chopped off by him with an axe and he took it home alone.

Pieces of farmland were irrigated and developed under his command. He also raised a lot of fat pigs, chickens, ducks and geese, and patiently made feed for them. Under his leadership, Hongyu Village has a new The weather and the knight master worked so hard. Under his strict supervision, the serfs did not dare to be lazy. This year's harvest is good, and Hongyu Village has ushered in a bumper harvest.

The village's bumper harvest and many big fat pigs soon aroused the covetousness of nearby robbers and rogue knights. They took advantage of the dark and stormy night of the month to break into Red Fish Village.

Then, there is no more.

Three waves of robbers and rogue knights came successively. These people disappeared without a sound after entering the Red Fish Village. Since then, no one has seen them again. I only know that some hard-working serfs have been allocated a lot of half-new weapons and equipment, adult males were armed.

From then on, serving the lord knight sometimes turned into receiving armed training from the lord knight. The serfs took part in the training with captured weapons. Starting from the basic marching and spear thrusting, the lord knight’s rigorous training made him Many serfs complained unbearably. Every time they participated in the training, the serfs felt as if they were going to a grave.

Lord Knight likes to watch them groaning. He usually doesn’t talk much. The best lads in training can always get some meat from him. Thinking of the hard work of hard labor and the hard work of receiving training , the life of the serfs is just passing by, at least there are some rewards.

After witnessing the master knight holding two bison by their tails and domesticating them from the forest, the serfs became a little numb. Anyway, our master knight is invincible and does not impose heavy taxes on us. Still passable.

One day in late autumn, Hongyu Village welcomed an unexpected visitor.

The uninvited guest with a white shawl and long hair is riding a pack horse, with many bags hanging on both sides of the pack horse, and the head of a blood-sucking beast. The uninvited guest is carrying two swords on his back, a silver sword and a steel sword , wearing a firecracker around his waist, and a scale armor and cloak that are convenient and easy to move around, but they have been damaged in many places.

The villagers started whispering when they saw him.

"That's not the mission knight master, that's a witcher!"

"What does a witcher come to this kind of place?"

"God, what a bloody mutant! They bring bad luck wherever they go! I wish he wasn't here to investigate."

"Go and inform the old man!"

A few serfs hurriedly ran towards the depths of the village, and the rest of the serfs looked suspiciously at the witcher, but there was no obvious hostility.

Demon hunters are everywhere, all over the continent, and many churches have cooperated with demon hunter organizations. However, as mentioned above, the current status of demon hunters is a bit embarrassing, so they are not popular. Many humans use Suspicious and fearful eyes looked at them.

Because once traces of corruption are found in the village, the demon hunter is likely to take extreme measures for this reason.

This witcher looked about 30 years old, and his face was relatively young. His face was already covered with scars, especially the scar from his eyebrows to his cheek. He saw the whispers among the villagers, and he was a little silent. However, he still came to the notice board in the village, wanting to see what tasks he could accept recently.

There is only one notice on the notice board, and that is the legend about the red blood knight.

In the dark nights of Brittania, there are often undead knights full of blood, holding shields, and holding lances. These undead knights may be followers of the Scarlet Duke, or they may not be. They have red on their bodies. The coat of arms of the dragon, but the armor is covered with patterns of death and slayers. What they held in their hands was a corrupt weapon, engraved with dark runes, engraved with evil metal, painted with patterns of ferocious beasts, and emitting a stench from all over their bodies, they continued to attack the village.

They call themselves the Knights of the Blood Castle.

Only the Holy Grail Knights can fight these most terrifying undead knights. Once the Blood Castle Knights appear, the Holy Grail Knights will also be dispatched immediately, and the two will have a great duel.

Any information about the Red Blood Knight can be reported to the lord, and the lord will definitely give a generous reward.

"This is not a task I can take on." The demon hunter shook his head. He knew about these blood knights. The demon hunter mentor had warned him that he was not suitable for such a difficult task with his strength.

At this moment, the old man from Red Fish Village appeared, leaning on a wooden crutch, and tremblingly came to the demon hunter: "May I ask why you came here, demon hunter?"

"My name is Abel, and I come from Hemgard of the Empire." The demon hunter nodded slightly, as if he had greeted him: "Is there any work you can do for me here?"

"Uh, let me think about it... Our village has been very quiet recently, and nothing special has happened. You may be disappointed, witcher." The village elder thought for a while, then shook his head.

"Okay, how can I get to Jin Town?" Demon hunter Abel saw that there were no quests to accept, and he could see that the villagers did not welcome him to stay, so he chose to leave.

After the demon hunter rode away on his horse, a tall and mighty figure appeared behind the old man: "Who is that man from? It seems that you are all afraid of him?"

"Master Angron!" The old man immediately knelt down, "They are demon hunters."

"Witcher? What do they do?" Angron had a fierce face and a big bald head, but he spoke quite calmly.

The village elder told Angron about the role of the witcher.

"Like the Judgment Chamber? It's interesting, then these people must not be very lovable, right?" Angron said with great interest: "Interesting, I really want to talk to him if I have a chance...use me the ax."

"Well, Lord Angron, recently...the villagers have seen something." The old man thought for a while before whispering: "Someone really saw a blood-red knight in the depths of Sharon Forest, riding a jet A dark horse of fire."

"Yes, I know, I saw it too." Who knew that Angron nodded calmly: "It seems that you are not talking nonsense."

"Uh, Lord Angron, those red blood knights are very dangerous. You must never fight them head-on. You must call the Holy Grail Knight. Only the Holy Grail Knight can deal with the red blood knights!" Say it quickly.

"Are you talking about this?" Unexpectedly, Angron held up a blood-red pointed dragon-wing helmet. Inside the helmet was a withered, shriveled head with an abnormal gray-white color.

"Ah! This is... the Blood Knight!" The old man sat down on the ground in fright. He exclaimed, "Master Angron, you defeated the Blood Knight and killed it?"

"Yeah, this guy is so annoying. It doesn't look like a human being." Angron threw his head on the ground and muttered, as if the Blood Knight was bothering him.

"It disturbed my farming, so I twisted its head off, it's so weak, it can't be beaten."

"Find a place to hang it, so as not to have annoying guys disturbing my farming."

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