The rest of the day was peaceful, with Renard hiding in the castle making travel plans while the doglegs diligently completed the tasks he assigned.

"Ding! Help the tenants in the territory survive the cold winter and reward fifty dinars. ”

As the crisp system prompt sounded, Renard stopped the quill in his hand and probed his consciousness into his mind again, and the number sixty-eight was clearly marked in the lower right position of the system mall.

This is the second task he has completed, or the second task that the doglegs have helped him complete, although the progress of the task is a little slow, but fortunately, the result is satisfactory.

Serena waited from the side, and saw that her young master was deep in thought again, with a knowing smile on her face, and then thinking of the good deeds that the young master had done in recent days, her heart was full of warmth, and she said secretly: Although the young master's temperament has changed greatly, it is a good thing for the territory.

Then she became nervous again, looking at the map spread out on the table, revealing a sad face.

Also worried are Renard's nine doglegs, because they find that the tasks assigned by the young master are becoming more and more bizarre, and the direct consequence of this is that the difficulty of the tasks has increased infinitely.

"Help Mr. McCarthy unclog the sewers on Vanilla Avenue?" Ben was crying as he held the note in his hand, and most importantly it was marked with a hint: you must do it yourself.

In fact, the slips of paper that Renard sent to the doglegs all had this bold line written on them.

Tommy peeked at the note in Ben's hand, and couldn't help but show pity, he immediately opened the note in his hand, and his gaze was instantly glazed: "Clean up the garbage dump in the slums?"

"Poof!" Dogleg Rayleigh couldn't hold back his laughter, but when he saw his companion's murderous gaze, he stiffly held back.

With a sneer on the corner of Tommy's mouth, he pointed to a line of small words under the note and said, "Young Master Renard asked me to choose three people to complete the task together." ”

Rayleigh: "......"

No matter how unhappy the doglegs were, the Saint-Brieuc Clean-up campaign was still in full swing.

The inhabitants don't know what madness has gone to these former wivesmen, but they are happy to see them wallowing in the rancid and muddy sewers, filled with the thrill of revenge.

Baron Hanmilton was also relieved that Renard had not brought a dogleg to the village, and now he was helping to do good deeds, which gave him a lot of confidence, and it seemed that this son was not useless.

It's just that......

Thinking of his subordinates' report, Baron Hammiton's brows couldn't help frowning: "He actually wants to go out on an adventure?"

Bennett stood beside him with his hands tied, with a shallow smile on his face: "It's a bit exaggerated to say that the adventure is a bit exaggerated, as if he wants to clean up the monsters around the territory, which is a good thing, which shows that the young master has taken his responsibility seriously and takes the safety of the territory to heart." ”

"Hmm!" Baron Hammidon felt that what the other party said was reasonable, his brows gradually stretched, and the corners of his mouth hooked into a smile of satisfaction: "Yes, this is the noble character that a good lord should have. ”

Fort Saint-Brieux is close to the Ambrizette Mountains, surrounded by many monsters that are inexhaustible, and it is a great problem for him.

Although I don't believe that Renard's approach can have any effect, as long as he has this heart, it is enough.

After dealing with the official business at hand, Baron Hammidon tasted the fragrant tea: "Although the tea from the East is bitter, it has a unique sweetness in the aftertaste, which is ten thousand times stronger than milk tea, no wonder it is favored by those nobles in the royal capital." ”

He took two sips, his face showing enjoyment, but quickly calmed down: "My Duncan family sits on a barren land of 50,000 square kilometers of territory, close to the coast, and should have vigorously developed maritime trade, but unfortunately the one above really has no vision. ”

Bennett bowed slightly, and agreed with this: "Maritime trade can indeed bring the Duncan family countless wealth, but it is a pity that Duke Edmund is obsessed with martial arts and has little interest in business. ”

Baron Hammidon couldn't help but sigh, and looked out the window, seeing the dilapidated houses, muddy streets, and ragged poor people, and he was touched: "If I were the Grand Duke, the barren land would not be like this. ”

His voice was soft, but there was confidence in his words, and before he accepted Fort Saint-Brieu, it was a ruined village, full of only a few dozen families.

Today, there are more than 2,000 permanent residents, and the size of 3,000 people, including the merchants who came to trade and the mercenaries who passed here.

If it were in the northern part of a wealthy kingdom, such a feat might not be something to be proud of, but this is a desolate south, a barren place to smell of, and such an achievement is enough to make people proud.

Bennett didn't talk, as an old man who had served two generations of lords, he knew what to answer and what not to answer.

After a long silence, Baron Hammidon sighed slightly and asked, "Are you ready to pay taxes to the Grand Duke?"

"It's been ready for a long time. Bennett took out a note and read out the contents like a treasure: "Ten gold coins, 20,000 catties of grass grain, five ploughing oxen, two cows, ten sheep, two pairs of armor, ten long swords, two spears, ......"

Baron Hammidon listened to the other party's report, his face became worse and worse, and finally it was as black as the bottom of the pot, he sighed deeply, waved his hand, and said, "Find a time to send it over." ”

Bennett bowed slightly, placed the note respectfully on his desk, and turned to leave the room.

Baron Hammidon sat back on the couch, the note in his hand, his eyes fixed on the numbers on it, which were like sharp blades, cutting through his flesh.

He slapped the table indignantly and roared, "Damn garbage, parasites. ”

In fact, in this medieval-like era in Europe, the lords were completely free-range, at least in the nascent kingdom of Arthur.

This meant that the lords and nobles did not have to pay any taxes to the king at all, but only to show allegiance to the king, but they could not avoid being exploited by their immediate superiors.

Baron Hammiton's immediate boss is the current owner of the Duncan family, Duke Edmund.

Of course, the honorable Duke Edmund will not force his subordinates to pay taxes, you can not pay taxes, as long as you can fight against the 3,000 private troops in his hands.

Baron Hammidon clenched his fists, he wanted to fight his short-sighted but arrogant cousin, but the thought that he had only a few dozen weak soldiers at his command suddenly dispelled this foolish idea.

His face was depressed, and the feeling of unrewarded ambition was uncomfortably mad, and he picked up the mirror on the table and looked at his sideburns, where many gray hairs had grown: "Hey!"

sighed silently, I don't know how much sadness and helplessness are mixed in it.