Chapter 265, Autumn Is Getting Stronger

"I will make you a sergeant now. A three-inch world" Ryan pressed the goddess of nemesis on Bertrand's shoulders, and the light blue light illuminated the room, and the white purification fire continued to burn: "Bergerac The thieves group proved to be a group of thieves who don’t like to kill, you always only robbed half of the money or goods from the passing crowd, this is the reason why I am willing to let you go, I hope you take your brothers to do it for yourself.”

"Yes!" Bertrand kowtowed with tears in his eyes, who wants to be a robber if he can be an honorable sergeant?

Ryan waved his hand, and a knight servant returned Bertrand's weapon to him.

Bertrand's weapons are a sharp sword, a longbow, and his quiver is very special. This quiver is made of a kind of black scale leather. One of the many feathered arrows is a black arrow. attention.

"This is?" Ryan focused on the black arrow.

"This is the Dragon Heart Arrow, my count." Bertrand immediately explained to Ryan: "I killed a small dragon, and then used its skin to make my quiver, and used its tendons Made my big bow, and finally the bone, which contains great power, I used it to make three arrows, one I used when I killed the Beastmen, and one when I encountered the Greenskin tribe I used one during the attack, and now I have this one left."

Ryan was surprised, he turned around: "Wait, so you are a strong man?"

"A junior hunter, my count." Bertrand lowered his head.

"No wonder, no wonder you were eager to surrender, no wonder you never dared to trouble my people in Sharon Forest, you had already planned to work for me, you were just looking for an opportunity." Ryan said in a low voice.

"If given a choice, who would want to be a robber? My count, I don't rely on my surname, I don't rely on gods, I don't rely on encounters, and I don't rely on weapons. I have always come here with my own hands But I know that this is the limit. My brothers and sisters can’t follow me forever in the forest. The forest is full of dangers. Now everyone is young and strong and can persist. How about ten years? Twenty years? We have a way out."

"Few people can think about their future when they are robbers, so that's why I met you." Ryan nodded. It is right for people to have needs. There are only two kinds of people who don't have needs, one is a fool , One is a careerist who hides evil intentions.

Ryan doesn't need either.

"I will send someone to screen your brothers. Those who meet the conditions can choose whether to join the infantry regiment or choose to be serfs. Those who are not qualified can choose to farm. Women can work in the textile workshops on the banks of the Chinon River, and orphans can be sent to The Church of Goddess of Mercy is to be fostered by them.

Ryan ordered things down: "As for you, Bertrand, I plan to expand a company of archers, you go to be a company commander, and the treatment is equivalent to that of a sergeant!" "

"yes!"

The surrender of more than a dozen gangs of bandits brought Ryan a population of more than 4,000, and Ryan classified these bandits.

For thieves such as the Bergerac thieves who did not commit any major crimes, Ryan signed a security decree, ignoring their past, and the bandit leaders headed by Bertrand, Hugo, and Petty were also canonized For Sgt.

For those rogues who don't want to continue fighting, there are plenty of fields to farm.

For some robbers who committed major crimes such as killing compatriots and businessmen, Ryan sent them to mine after verifying the situation. These robbers will endure half a year to five years of miner career to atone for their previous series of evil deeds , These miners work in the mine pit, and the earl provides them with accommodation and food, as well as five to eight copper coins a day, which is equivalent to about 2 to 3 gold kroner a year.

After everything was arranged, the wheel of time slowly turned.

Autumn is here, the harvest season is here, and as soon as September arrives, there is autumn, which slips in on a foggy dawn, and disappears in the hot afternoon. Leaves, and fly away across the valley in a cluster.

The entire Earl of Glamorgan fell into the joy of a good harvest. This year, the southern part of Brittania had a good harvest, but the northern kingdom suffered a poor harvest due to the prolonged rainy season, and the kingdom's finances were under great pressure.

But whether Britannia has a good harvest or not, it has nothing to do with Mousillon's vampires.

Inside Musilon Castle, the Lich King Akhan still felt terrified when he thought of the tall human being he met in the Sharon Forest. The Lich King had lived for thousands of years, but he had never seen such a horrible man. horrible existence.

In the cold and damp Merovingian castle, eleven black Holy Grail knights were standing in the castle hall. Their eyes were dull, and they seemed to have completely lost their vitality. They were sleeping like a corpse.

Arkhan was thinking, the blue flames in his eyes were flickering.

The Lich King got the news that the new Earl of Glamorgan, Ryan Malcador, was about to get engaged. The engagement ceremony was very simple, and only a few people with the best relationships attended.

Akhan had already given up the idea of ​​causing trouble. Ever since he saw those terrifying beings in Sharon Forest, the Lich King swore that he would never go to Ryan's territory again.

terrible.

"Damn Ryan Malcador, I curse you! You will never have an heir, never face the moonlight, and every night, you will always suffer from the pain of ten thousand insects eating your heart!" The Lich King released a vicious curse, Then he completely abandoned his plan to sabotage Ryan's engagement ceremony.

Manfred put his hands on his chest. It took the Vampire Earl several months to barely recover from the horrific injuries that Ryan inflicted on him. Even so, he still laughed at Akhan: "Master's most loyal servant, Mu Xilong's army The loss is more than 70%. There are more than 100 blood knights now less than 30 left. Morgiana is currently missing. Your plan has completely failed. Do you really want to resurrect the master? How do I feel that you are Move in the opposite direction?"

"Shut up! Manfred!" Akhan said calmly, "I think I have encountered some kind of extremely terrifying existence."

"Extremely terrifying? Is it Charlemagne who has become a god? Or have you seen Hu Bichi's real body? That Bichi is willing to come into the world? Or is this just an excuse for your defeat? Like you have always been?" Man Fred was still mocking Arkham, as if it was the only way to cover up his own shameful failure.

"It's like you led dozens of blood knights but couldn't keep Ryan and his companions. Not only did you let them escape, but you were also seriously injured?" Akhan also sarcastically ruthlessly.

Manfred was also angry, and almost at the same time, both Akhan and Manfred stopped their taunting.

The cold and damp Merovingian Castle fell into silence again, leaving only groups of undead slowly moving.

Seeing that Akhan was silent, Manfred spoke first: "So, the most loyal servant of the master, what are you going to do next? The Red Duke is dead. We tried to revive him three times but failed. He is really dead. .”

"We should change our plan, Manfred, the Lake Goddess Witch's whereabouts are unknown, and our current strength is not enough to capture her back for sacrifice." Akhan shook his head: "The plan needs to be changed."

Manfred smiled sarcastically. The Vampire Count didn't object, he just said that I was listening.

"I'm going to find Heinrich Kemmler, the necromancer. You go to Scarmort in the south, and find a way to get the sword of Nagash collected by Scarmothere. Let's split up." Ake Han said to Manfred: "There is no need to stay in Musillon anymore, and it would be a waste of time to stay any longer."

"" Manfred was silent for a long time, and finally nodded.

He didn't want to waste any more time here.

"Crack!" There was a strong wind blowing outside the castle. Manfred hesitated for a while, as if he was thinking about something: "Then what's going on here at Musillon?"

"Leave it all to Matthew Bard." Akhan's face was expressionless, or whether he had any expression or not was that skull face.

"A hairy kid in his twenties? What can he do?"

"A hairy kid in his twenties can seriously injure you and force you to rest for three months, Manfred, don't question my decision." Akhan repeated tirelessly.

The Lich King must have done something on Matthew Bard's body. Many vicious thoughts flashed in Manfred's heart. He would find a way to learn the secret of Matthew Bard's body, and then take it as his own. Own.

However, not now.

In the autumn night, heavy rain poured down, and lightning roared in the sky, tearing apart the deep night sky.

The sound of heavy rain constantly beating against the windows made people feel a little irritable. Under heavy rain, the room would generally be very stuffy, so the people in the room turned on the air conditioner.

A gust of cool wind blows out from the air conditioner, dispelling the stuffy environment.

"Thank you, Earl, I feel much better." Kingdom Knight Armand breathed a sigh of relief, he felt much more comfortable: "Things went smoothly, Earl, you didn't go to the scene, I really have to praise our As trading partners, although the number of wood elves is small, our soldiers are really much better when it comes to the quality of individual soldiers."

"I won't go out personally every time. It's a good start for you to solve the problem by yourself." Ryan nodded.

Yes, this year Ryan's territory once again ushered in a bumper harvest under the influence of the lake fairy's tower. As long as the serfs worked hard, they would collect a lot of food in previous years. The life of the serfs is much better than in previous years.

However, not every serf benefited, and the idlers suffered.

Some serfs were neither willing to work hard nor to join the earl's infantry regiment to receive hard training. They complained that the lord was a greedy vampire and were jealous of the good harvests of other hardworking serfs.

They started to make trouble, because their income was reduced. Under the instigation of some forces, many serfs tried to raid the barn to grab grain, steal the neighbor's grain, or tried to storm the shop and the knight's house.

At first, Ryan issued a strict order prohibiting this kind of behavior, but this kind of thing kept coming, and then under the guidance of some people with good intentions, a rebellion broke out, and more than 200 serfs gathered under the call of several "travelers" , launched a rebellion.

Ryan, however, was prepared.

Armand and Olivier, knights of the kingdom, led 600 troops and were ordered to dispatch. A small army of wood elves also participated in this conflict. For this war, Ryan only had a few words to Armand.

"Not subject to surrender."

So in a small-scale encounter, the earl's army wiped out more than 200 rebellious serfs, and the blood stained the river red. Facing the 600 regular army composed of more than 20 knights, the rebellious serfs were destined to fail to win. After one charge, a conflict is over, and all that remains is the carnage.

No matter how much the rebel serfs begged, Armand refused to accept the surrender. The Earl's flag officer ordered all the rebel serfs to be beheaded for public display. The riots in the territory finally completely quieted down, and no serfs dared to complain and make trouble anymore.

"Find out, whose plan is it for those travelers who called on the serfs to make trouble?" Ryan looked at the heavy rain outside, and the Earl's eyes were only stern.

"It's been found out. We have captured two travelers. Through Miss Olika's various interrogation methods and Miss Teresa's magic, we learned that these two travelers received a commission. The nobles entrusted several people to do this, they sneaked into the territory, spread various gossip, and encouraged the serfs to rise up against the count." Armand frowned: "People have been controlled by us, count, what are you going to do next? "

"" Ryan frowned. After thinking for a long time, he still shook his head: "Let's do nothing for now, more than two hundred heads are enough. If His Excellency Theodoric is a smart person, he naturally knows what to do. How to do it, since you dare to do this, then my dear Duke must have arranged a way out, and catching two people does not explain the problem."

"Yes!" Armand stepped back, leaving Ryan alone in front of the window.

It's still raining.

"What an unlikable neighbor. The southerners in my own territory haven't been kicked out, and now they are staring at my territory." Ryan sneered a few times, but then he shook his head again, but the words of this level did not reach harmony. When Theodoric turned his face, the petty gestures among the nobles were small gestures, and it was immature to put on the stage to make a big noise, like a child asking for candy.

On the contrary, Theodoric's little action was still a little impatient, which instead allowed Ryan to eliminate the restless factors in his territory, so Ryan felt that this should be a temptation.

"Lian, my champion" At this moment, a soft voice sounded in his heart.

"My lady?" Lane said in surprise.

"Come on, come to my tower." The beautiful and moving voice of the lake fairy was unstoppably tired: "I have something to tell you." 14