Start as Inherited Baroness

A few days later.

In the past few days, the serf soldiers have been training from morning to night, and they are becoming more and more presentable.

But those who have never seen blood are just new recruits after all, and are unlikely to hold big positions.

It takes a long time to practice before it can really be used.

Now he is just a showman. If he really fights with real swords and guns, I am afraid that not long after engaging the enemy, he will be completely defeated.

In addition, several caravans passed by these days, bringing a variety of goods.

One of the grain merchants' goods was wiped out by Simon.

No matter what, food is the absolute top priority, and it never hurts to store more.

Now his food reserves are enough for his men and horses to consume for more than a year. Plus the food in the storage column, there is no problem in maintaining it for two years.

Moreover, there was also a caravan selling cats, and Simon bought five pairs. They were not kept as pets, but were actually used to exterminate rats.

Not long after Starfire Castle was built, rats were found in the granaries underground and above ground.

Now that we have these ten cats, the rat problem should be under control.

On this day, in the Lord's Hall, Simon and Sarit were talking.

"Sir, after these few days of training, the serf soldiers have learned to execute commands such as forward, retreat, and left and right turns.

I also found some good seedlings among them, which can be directly added to the slave army in the future. " Sarit reported.

"Well, you did a good job. I want to review it personally. Let's arrange it in the afternoon."

Simon nodded with satisfaction and said.

"Yes!" Sarit responded, bowed, and then exited the hall to prepare.

"Meow~meow~"

Not long after he left, there was the sound of the door being opened, accompanied by several cat meows.

Hearing this, Simon smiled slightly and called, "Mailan, let Daju come in."

"Yes!" There was a response from outside the door, and the door was opened immediately.

Then a kitten with a yellow background and black stripes slipped in through the gap in the door.

It ran to Simon's feet with vigorous movements, stretched its body, and then rubbed it back and forth, accompanied by the cry of "meow~meow~".

"You're so clingy."

Simon smiled with interest, reached out and pinched its neck, lifted it up to look at it, and then put it down again.

Simon ignored the friendly kitten and let it run around in the hall.

He went to pick up Heraldry and it seemed that he had memorized most of the contents in this book.

He could recognize the heraldic symbols of many nobles at a glance.

This is really the basic skill of being a noble. Otherwise, it would be difficult to quickly recognize the identity of the other party when gathering on some occasions.

If you ask someone later, it will inevitably be disadvantageous.

Before long, it was afternoon.

Simon had eaten a piece of berry butter bread at noon and had taken a nap, so he felt very energetic at this time.

Soon, he was escorted by the guards and arrived outside Starfire Castle.

At this time, Sarit had already led some soldiers from the patrol to gather the slave soldiers into formation.

"Do you know who I am?!" Simon walked up to a slightly higher slope, looked down at the more than a thousand serf soldiers, and shouted.

"Master!" They responded one after another, and all knelt down, placing their weapons on the ground beside them.

In fact, many of the slave soldiers at the back did not hear clearly what Simon said, but seeing that the people in front were kneeling, they followed suit.

"Everyone get up!"

Simon was quite satisfied when he saw this scene.

The slaves stood up one after another. The formation was maintained well and there was not much chaos.

"I heard you all clearly. As long as I raise my sword, I will shout the word "kill" three times neatly!" Simon ordered loudly again.

"Yes! Master!"

Those at the front of the queue heard it and responded one after another, but those at the back didn't know why and just responded.

Simon glanced at Mai Lan beside him and said, "Let every serf know this."

"yes!"

Mailan responded respectfully, and then went to deliver the message with dozens of guards.

After waiting for a while, he came back and said: "Sir, every serf has been informed and the meaning has been made clear to them."

Hearing this, Simon nodded, suddenly pulled out the steel sword from his waist, and pointed it diagonally at the sky.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The serf soldiers immediately shouted loudly, but they were not very neat, their voices were not loud, and they lacked passion.

But with more than a thousand people shouting at the same time, it was quite impressive.

"Salit, in the next few days, we will train on this content and let them shout louder and louder.

Tell them that the one who screams loudest gets meat. Simon ordered.

"Yes! Sir, don't worry, I will definitely train these serf soldiers." Sarit promised.

“Well, don’t worry too much, just make them look presentable.

They are mainly used for farming. Simon nodded and said with a smile, he planned to train these serfs into the kind of farming army.

When there is trouble, you can pick up a weapon and act as an auxiliary soldier. When there is nothing, you can pick up a hoe and be an old farmer, which is quite good.

"Yes! I understand!" Sarit responded.

Simon nodded and returned to the Lord's Hall first.

Before we knew it, it was dusk.

He went to visit Winnieth and Kellyn and had dinner with them.

Nothing happened all night.

The next day, after Simon got up early to exercise, he went to the gatehouse of the castle to watch Salit train the slave soldiers.

From time to time, there was a shout of killing, and the momentum was getting stronger and stronger.

He looked for a while, then left. After returning to the Lord's Hall, he asked Mai Lan to call Wall.

"Have you adapted to the past few days?" Simon asked casually with a faint smile.

"My lord, I have been very good these days."

Wall bowed respectfully and responded.

"I called you here today to ask for advice.

You also know that I was a freeman before, and I inherited the merits of my uncle and was named the Baron of Yongyi.

I am very unfamiliar with the etiquette of the nobility, and I need your guidance..." Simon said.

"My Lord Baron, I dare not talk about guidance, I will definitely teach you everything I know." Wall heard the words and said respectfully.

"Well, let's start, start with the greeting gift, is it like this..."

After that, Simon began to ask about the key points of these etiquettes, which were really cumbersome.

It was okay on weekdays, but when it came to the etiquette movements at the banquet, many of them seemed a little strange.

Even some of the movements seemed a little funny to Simon, but since they were all doing it this way, he had to adapt to the local customs.

It was evening in a flash.

"Let's stop here for today. I don't think it's a one-day job. I need to practice more in the future. You go back first."

Simon sweated a little, looked at the sky, and said.

"Yes! I'll take my leave!" Wall bowed and respectfully left the hall.

Simon wiped his sweat with linen and walked out of the Spark Castle under the protection of the guards.

"How is it?" he asked with a smile.

"My lord, it's almost done." Sarit responded with a big smile.

"Then try it." As soon as Simon finished speaking, he slowly drew out the steel sword and raised it above his head.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!!!" The huge and loud voice sounded, which was a bit deafening.

"Hey, not bad." Simon said with satisfaction.