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Chapter 39 Find the Difference
Time to March.

The snow in the sky began to stop, light rain fell, and the snow on the ground began to fade slowly.The grass began to sprout, the land began to thaw, and the temperature began to rise. The branches and grass were covered with dew, which means that spring is coming.

When spring comes, there is always an inexplicable excitement, hoping that some unexpected stories will happen.It seems that only in this way can I feel that a new door has been opened and I have entered the journey of the soul.Although this is a bit absurd, it is a real desire and an expectation for spring.

Roland planned to plow in the spring, although he had no chance before.He began to greet the soldiers, took the felling axe, and began to cut down the forest, preparing to plant wheat on the edge of the forest to supply the army and the people who would become larger and larger in the future.

I forgot about last winter's plan to explore the east of the Evernight Forest as soon as spring begins.As a descendant of "Nong", the thought that he can grow food by himself has been deeply imprinted in his blood.

Don't think that imperial soldiers don't know how to farm. Although professional soldiers are not very proficient in farming, after all, they have been instilled with several years of combat thinking.But as farmers who have just become recruits to the empire, they are obviously proficient in this way. You can see them skillfully using farm tools and turning over pieces of land.

While they were in full swing, a passing army discovered them.

"Who are they? Why, they are cultivating on my land." The nobleman clenched the sword in his hand, acting as if he would attack at any time, and was very angry.

If it weren't for the large number of them, he might have been riding a horse and wielding a sword at this time, giving those muddy legs an unforgettable lesson.It's a pity that he is not as tough as he appears, and he can only question his soldiers here.

"My lord, this place doesn't belong to you. This place belongs to Viscount Whitnet. It was still you at the time. You exchanged the surrounding area of ​​Evernight Forest, a village owned by Viscount Whitnet."

The sergeant answered the question honestly, but was smart enough not to mention that it was under the threat of the troll that made the baron abandon this place, and by crying, making trouble, and hanging himself, he got this from his lord. In exchange for a pretty good village.

However, even though he answered this question so carefully, he also took care of Baron Powell's face.He was still whipped. He felt humiliated and wanted to defect to other lords, but found that he had no way out.

He faithfully carried out every order of Baron Powell, regardless of whether it was reasonable or not, and filled the territory with hatred for himself. Those poor farmers did not dare to blame the lord, but could only blame everything on him, the poor man. on the sergeant.

In the past, he did all kinds of evil because of the knight promised by the baron.She should have seen his face clearly, but this baron didn't even have a knight under his command. He was famous for his stinginess and held all the land firmly in his hands.

"Stupid idiot, this is my land, and this borders on my territory, so this is mine."

Baron Powell seemed to see gold. This place has not been cultivated for a long time, the land is fertile, and it borders him. He obviously intends to swallow this place.

As for the trolls?Didn’t you see those mud-legged people plowing the fields?The troll has probably left here.

I have to say, stupid people have stupid blessings, sometimes, it is true, this greedy Baron Powell is the only one in Viscount Whitnet's territory who really guessed that the troll has left No.1.

Obviously, no one knew about it, and he himself didn't care much about it, he only saw the immediate benefits.

"Soldiers, come with me."

After Baron Powell finished speaking, he walked directly.

The soldiers looked at me and I looked at you. Obviously, they were still hesitating.

After all, Baron Powell is an aristocrat, and others will not do anything to him. As for them, the beatings may be light, and it is more likely that they will lose their lives.

However, Baron Powell didn't think so much. After walking a certain distance, he raised his whip and was about to hit someone, but found that there was no one around him.

Although he had long been accustomed to his men pulling his hips, but that was not the case today. He rode back and whipped the sergeant several times.And strictly ordered them to follow, otherwise the whole family would be prepared to be hanged.

Roland, who had discovered them a long time ago, had been watching them. Their actions made him very strange, and he didn't know what they were doing.

Soon, the baron brought his soldiers and came to Roland and the others.

He condescendingly looked around at these mud legs, and said in a strange tone that he thought he was noble: "Who is, here, in charge. Stand up and speak, otherwise, my horsewhip, I will have to, whip it, You, these mud legs, are on your body."

Facing the direct gaze of hundreds of pairs of eyes, the baron did not forget to wave his horsewhip in a demonstration, making a few bangs.

As for the soldiers under his command, because of these explosions, their legs trembled slightly in fright, and one of them even dropped his weapon on the ground.

Roland was full of question marks at this moment. He glanced at the nobleman and the soldier who was picking up weapons next to him, and said, "We are the Daybreak Mercenary Group, and I am the head of the group, Roland. This is the gift from Viscount Whitnet. our land."

The soldiers who heard this breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that there would be no need for conflict at last.

But in the eyes of this Baron Powell, what kind of mercenary regiment is nothing more than a group of mercenaries made up of mud legs. If they fight, they will fight. What can he do?

After thinking about it, it was like a whip on the head.

Roland grabbed the whip with one hand, his face was very ugly, and he said through gritted teeth: "I haven't asked you yet, your title and name."

When the surrounding soldiers saw this, they dropped their axes, drew out their swords from their waists, and surrounded him.

The baron whipped his whip vigorously, but found that he was still motionless. Facing the soldiers who surrounded him, he frowned.

"Why, you mud-legged people, do you want to rebel?"

Faced with such an arrogant attitude, Roland had no patience and immediately pulled the nobleman off with a strong force.At the same time, he asked the question again.

Only then did the baron begin to face up to the problem he was facing, "I am Baron Powell, the legal lord of this territory."

Before Roland could open his mouth, he heard Andal beside him say exaggeratedly: "I said, brother, are you scared to pee? Your crotch is wet." Then he laughed.

Seeing this, the surrounding soldiers also started to laugh.

Looking at Baron Powell, who was suddenly sunny and cloudy, Roland smiled politely, but no matter how he looked at it, he seemed to be mocking.

"I'm very sorry for scaring your soldiers, Baron Powell, and I apologize for that."

"However, this piece of land was given to us by Viscount Whitnet, there is no doubt about it. I believe that Viscount Whitnet will not make a mistake on such a basic matter!"

"I could even show you the license paperwork."

Facing Roland's words with a gun and a stick, Baron Powell believed his words, but he did not intend to just let it go.

Because it would be a great insult to him to give up wealth.

(End of this chapter)