Plural Apostles

A carriage, a servant, there is probably no more shabby team among the nobles. Back then, Viscount Chuckles had dozens of private soldiers and a knight.

But discussion is discussion, and you can still live your life in the future. I just like this new viscount and don’t vent his unlucky anger on himself. In addition, he can’t be called Chuckels, he has to be called Cam. Hill collar.

ps: Old eyes are dizzy...why is the date in English?I have never passed English since I was a child...

Chapter 640 We Are Good People

Back was very troubled. He patrolled around his new territory. The previous unlucky viscount with a bad mind left him a mess. Coupled with the fact that he himself was exiled here, this mess is just as big as it is now. bigger.

With no money or food, the private soldiers of the former viscount even plundered the territory, and the property of the former viscount was divided among the scattered servants and slaves. There were even many citizens who ran out to serve as Refugees, generally speaking, this kind of situation is relatively rare. Other nobles are always staring at other people's property, and they will never miss the opportunity to take a bite.

Except here, because it is so poor, it is close to the Nightmare Plain, far away from the center of the country, there are barren mountains and mountains everywhere, and the population is sparse...

The other nobles are so poor that they have no interest in taking care of this place. Maybe after the unlucky Viscount died, the kingdom will no longer care about the situation in this place, until one day the people here are all dead and scattered, and the territory is completely barren Go down and be removed from the Kingdom Records.

This place is not worthless to the nobles. Throwing people who don't like it here and letting them fend for themselves is the greatest value.

Back clearly embodies this value.

"Master Viscount, how is the situation?"

Farr, who was standing at the gate of the city, looked worriedly at Bike running back on his horse.

"It's terrible." Bike skillfully rolled over and dismounted, holding the rein with one hand, and stroking the snorting horse with the other. The young viscount sighed deeply, "I ran the entire territory... Nothing is worse than the current situation, the population of the entire territory is only 270 people, and many of them don’t have enough food to survive the harsh winter.”

"What's more troublesome is that we don't have any property except a carriage." Farr stroked his beard and glanced at the castle behind him. "This stuff is still there, but it's a pity that it can't be sold."

When a nobleman sells his castle, in a sense, he sells all his title and territory.

Back frowned, and touched the horse next to him sadly. He couldn't help but recall the questions that those civilians with numb eyes asked him with some expectation when he went door-to-door to investigate.

Honorable Viscount, do you still need slaves?

However, besides a noble title and a magician friend, there is only such a horse left. Those nobles who expelled him to this place left him as a means of transportation.

"Master Viscount, I still have some notes on magic research, maybe I can sell them for some money, or I can go to other territories to do some work..."

"Your deviant research is ridiculous in the eyes of other magicians. If it weren't for that, you wouldn't be so poor that you almost starved to death before. Now we can't keep it ourselves. Let's talk about what we think later... Sigh ..." Back sighed, patted the horse next to him, and glanced at the magician who had served him loyally for more than ten years, "I have made a promise to stabilize people's hearts, you go sell this horse Now, by the way, sell the luggage brought over in the carriage, sell as much as you can, and then go to buy some food and come back. At this time, you will lose a lot, but you can’t care about so much.”

"This winter, I would like to trouble you to put in more effort to apply calming spells to the people in the territory, so that they can save some mana to resist hunger."

Farr nodded, and didn't say anything about Baike's completely un-aristocratic arrangement, because it was nothing more than normal.

Outside the territory, Back watched Farr drive away in the carriage, and then looked back at the territory that already belonged to him. He could feel the sneaky peeping eyes of many people.

The young Viscount sighed, not at all as high-spirited and high-spirited as a young man. No matter how perfect his lofty ideals were, he was crushed in front of the reality he was facing. Fortunately, those people in the original territory could get through it safely. A famine year.

At least they have a good face, those nobles who have so many useless rules that make them a headache will not break their promises.

Back was about to go back to the territory and continue to learn about the situation from the people in the territory, but he stopped quickly and looked at the nearby forest, where the figures were shaking, and the sound of a large number of footsteps gathered.

He subconsciously frowned and stood there waiting.

A group of people who came out of the forest collided with each other. Baike looked at the group, his eyes passed over those who looked like refugees, and locked on the leading men and women.

Siegfried greeted first: "Brother, is Chuckels over there?"

"It should be called Camhill Collar now." Baker reached out and touched his waist, only to remember that he had sold his long sword before coming here, "Who are you?"

"Ah?" Siegfried glanced at Bike, and pointed to a group of ragged people behind him, "We are refugees...Camhill leader? Which unlucky nobleman was thrown into this corner?"

"Beck Camhill, the new lord here."

Baike revealed his identity expressionlessly. Although this group of people were quite strange in many ways, there was no need to hide the fact that he was a noble lord. Maybe they were a special group of refugees?Want to settle here after hearing that Viscount Chuckles was scared to death?In history, there have been stories of refugees floating around, gradually gathering together to form a territory-then the kingdom will seal the territory to the nobles.

"If you want to settle here, I welcome it very much, but there is not much food in the territory, and I don't need slaves, so I'm sorry..."

"You are the new lord? It seems that we are lucky."

Back was stunned for a moment, with a bad premonition floating in his heart.

It turns out his hunch was correct.

Instructing Cogne to appease the refugees, Siegfried took the young viscount who was fainting (physically) and entered the noble castle with others. This castle that has not been cleaned for a while looks quite deserted Broken, after rousing the Viscount (physically), Siegfried starts asking questions.

Build a good relationship, gain trust, understand the situation, provide help and obtain intelligence?

nonexistent.

"I'll ask you to answer, don't talk nonsense." Siegfried waved his hand towards the ceiling, the castle was half gone, and the sunless but bright sky sprinkled light on the bewildered face of Back , "Otherwise I have a hundred ways that you absolutely don't want to see to get you to speak."

At least a high-level transcendent... What is the other party doing at the border?What are you doing to trouble yourself?ask questions?Is there any information worthy of being asked by a small nobleman?

Questions kept popping up in his mind, and Baike nodded tactfully, saying that he could just ask anything, as long as he knew everything, he would not hide it.

So next he was faced with a bombardment of a lot of questions, some of which were relatively common sense questions, some were relatively strange questions, and some questions were questions that ordinary people definitely didn't have time to think about and understand.

Watching Jizi and Siegfried bombard Baker with questions, Hill, who was on the sidelines, poked Leiden Mei's back secretly: "Big Sister Mei...don't you think Siegfried's behavior is not very good? "

"Not so good?" Leiden Mei was confused, "What's not so good?"

Hill was stunned for a moment, and gestured: "Stunned, kidnapped, interrogated, forced to interrogate..."

"...it doesn't seem to be a good look." Lei Dian Mei pondered for a while, "But you'd better get used to this kind of thing early, Qi Jun has always... well, always valued efficiency, and doesn't like to waste some things. It takes a lot of time, and you see, we saved a group of refugees, learned about the basic situation of this civilization, neither robbed nor killed anything, and finally we have to solve the difficulties faced by this civilization.”

Raiden Mei recalled the mission experience with her fingers: "Although we fight, fight, kidnap, interrogate, interrogate, threaten, and rob people, we are actually good people... right?"

As he spoke, Raiden Mei's voice dropped. It seemed that he had just arrived at the mission site several times. The first thing Siegfried did was to kidnap the local aborigines, throw all kinds of threats, and then obtain information...