Rise In Calradia

　　’’ The weather is getting colder and colder. It’s already in the north, isn’t it? ‘’

　　 Byron took off his gloves and exhaled warmly.

　　 Around him is a circle of militiamen holding sharp spears and shields, and caravan guards riding horses, holding swords and spears.

　　 In the middle of this circle, there are a few farmers trembling all over, looking at Byron and the soldiers around him with fearful eyes, holding iron forks and rusty butcher knives.

　　 They are desperate serfs who risk becoming robbers and plan to attack Byron who is urinating.

　　 It turned out, obviously they didn't succeed.

　　 "Throw away these tatters, you go, and I'm in a good mood today."

　　 Byron waved his hand, and the caravan guard behind the robbers gave way, and the poor people immediately threw down the "weapons" in their hands and left almost on all fours like wild dogs.

　　 "I hope they won't be frozen to death."

　　Byron smiled, but was not happy at all.

　　 From this place, he can see a white line to the north, which is the beginning of the Vekia Snowfield and the border of Vekia.

　　 When summer arrives, the snow on the land south of Vecchia will melt and thaw, knowing that the first heavy snowfall of winter will come.

　　 During this time, the Vikya people will work intensively to store food for the next winter.

　　 And this time is also the best time for travelers to go to Vikia.

　　Byron and the others set off early, in order to do more business before the large number of southern caravans arrived.

When 　　 came, Byron kept 1,000 dinars in Dehrim in case of emergency. He brought 3,000 dinars to the north, and when he returned, he hoped that the number would exceed 10,000.

　　 "All put on winter clothes, otherwise don't blame me for not reminding you when you freeze your fingers!"

　　Fatis and Bandak reminded those recruits who had never crossed the north in the future, and the mercenaries had put on gentle clothes early in the morning.

　　 Sometimes mercenaries provide unexpected help, you never know where they have been, know which deep path, or know some strange people.

　　 And these war details, which will not be recorded in the book, may sometimes determine the success or failure of the entire battle, or save the lives of thousands of people.

　　 Coincidentally, one of Byron's caravan guards had been to Vickia, and one of them was even a northerner. Of course, he was not a mercenary at the time, and his work was not clean. But Byron doesn't care. If the benefits are sufficient, he won't mind cooperating with robbers and bandits, as long as those gangsters haven't touched his things.

　　Byron did not encounter much danger along the way, but the barriers along the way really gave him a headache.

The lords of the Swadia Kingdom set up cards everywhere on their territories, and the names of exorbitant taxes are different. Every time they pass through a castle, it proves that the merchant has paid at least four taxes, but the next piece after that In the territory, there will be three to eight kinds of taxes waiting for them.

　　Byron took no more roads from Drechem to the Viruja border than from Palavin to Virugal, but the money he paid to the lords along the way was twice and a half more than before.

　　85 dinars, it may not sound like a lot, but Byron and the others did not have any goods, and they did not trade near the castle, but they spent the money of four cattle on that **** "commodity tax"!

　　 Fortunately, they have passed through the last castle that guards the path of their throats, and they don't need to pay those broken things anymore. The territory of Vicia is ahead, and there are no soldiers and tax officers willing to stay there on the vast snowy field.

　　 On the border, there are veteran Vikia light infantry and archers with pointed helmets, bucklers and battle axes on patrol. Some of them rode horses to hunt down stowaways and criminals, as well as serfs who wanted to escape from their homes.

　　In the small wooden bunker on the border, the officers drank hot water, complained to each other about the weather, and pulled something between the women's legs.

　　 When Byron and the others arrived at the border, they were immediately stopped, but their attitude towards Byron and them was fairly friendly. After all, people who committed crimes would not dare to pass through a place full of guards so openly.

　　Wikea’s archers are all good at using bows and arrows. They shoot fast and accurately. The lack of protection of prisoners running away under their noses is almost a dead end.

　　 "Welcome to you, Peony Mercenaries, take care of your body and don't die on the snowy field."

　　The lead runner-up Wikimedian overturned a few silver coins in his hand, gave Byron and the others two pieces of advice and two pots of mulled wine before letting them go.

　　 Byron’s team went all the way north, wearing thick coats that made it difficult to move, stepping on the snow that began to slowly recede, passing through the villages along the way.

　　 The Vikya people live in warm houses and surround the fire. They ate the surplus left over from the winter, talking about when this summer will come and when they will start plowing their land.

　　 In other words, the land of their masters.

　　 There were some serfs in the kingdom of Swadia, while Vikia was full of serfs. They are impoverished, relying on the food eaten by the landlord’s animals, and they will not stop from generation to generation.

　　 This makes Byron's original plan to recruit soldiers in Vikea very difficult. Serfs live in a difficult situation but have no personal freedom, while free peasants guard their wives and children. UU Reading www. uukanshu.com will not agree to follow Byron to go outside.

　　 As for the landlords, the Byron they want doesn't want to give them, and chatting with those greedy people is simply a waste of time.

　　 As for what happened to these people, the three heroes in Byron's team also had different opinions.

　　Fatis sympathizes with them, but thinks that this is a law made by the king and nobles, so he can only express regret. Despite his intentions, he could not contribute.

Jamila was full of dissatisfaction and anger with this system, and asked Byron to share some food for those whose children were hungry. She met many poor people in Rodok, but even beggars got better than these serfs. More freedom, more dignity. She is very kind, very smart, and even thought of some ways to save them, but she ignored some of the differences and the status quo between the two sides.

　　 As for Bandak, he wanted to smash open the warehouse gates of the obese landlords and distribute the food. But he is still sane, so he just talked about it.

　　Byron did not say what he thought, because sometimes many things are not what they see in front of them. And what Byron wants is not to overthrow this system, at least not yet.

　　 What he wants is steel made from high-quality iron ore produced in the snow-capped mountains, as well as those thick and beautiful ferret furs, which are all good things that can help him get rich.

He couldn’t stop, and he didn’t have time to help the villagers in those villages. The trade route of Vijay had become active again. He had to buy a lot of goods before the other caravans arrived, and then figured out how to pay a high price in another one. Local sales.

　　 In addition, he also needs to recruit more people, train his own soldiers, organize his own troops, so that the reputation of the Peony Mercenary will spread in this north, and even the whole continent!