Mayor Hams quickly noticed the overcrowded square, and in order to maintain order, he had to assume the majesty of a deputy mayor in advance.

"Order! You disgrace me, the envoy of the empire is still here! Do you really think the square is your home? This is the council square, not the market, you idiots!"

He shouted and cursed the citizens who kept making loud noises, and for a time overshadowed the noise on the field. Probably no one had ever seen Hams angry, so he quietly left the square.

Even so, the citizens were scolded, and they always felt a little wronged in their hearts, but there was no place to stretch this grievance, and only one of them spit on the body of the tree people when he left.

"Phew, you deserve to be a freedman, bitch!"

"Why don't you go back and cut down the tree, if you starve to death again, we won't leave you alone!"

Hams saw it, but he did not stop this behavior, and increased the contradiction between the citizens and the immigrants, so that the immigrants would willingly follow the nobles to open up the wasteland. The wicked are left to these townspeople, and the rest of the good deeds are left to the nobles.

As the people left one after another, the rest of the people were helpless immigrants. Out of the corner of their eyes, the immigrants looked at the little brilliance of the trees that had recovered from the morning's assembly, and they whispered to the immigrants

"These are the sons of knights from the south, the descendants of heroes, who will become masters of a land in the north. ”

Mitchelson rode a group of maroon horses through the crowd, and the sharp-eyed Tom had already noticed the figure of the master, and he shouted excitedly at Mitchelson, his voice full of tears.

"My lord, here I am!"

"Ham?!"

Mitchelson glanced at the servants he had brought with him from the south, and immediately smiled kindly. There was a slight tremor in his voice, and it came from within him. Mitchelson is actually a little proud, after a simple adventure, as the second son of the family, he is about to own a piece of land of his own, but he does not need much support from his family. What a blessing it must have been, to become a new lord under the watchful eye of his own faithful servant.

As the ceremony progressed, Mitchelson simply said hello to Tom and rode on, standing in a relatively central position in the plaza so that the immigrants could see his heroism on horseback.

Hams continued his speech.

"Although the Empire has forgiven you for the disgraceful act of escaping from your original territory, it does not mean that you will be able to live the life you want now, there is no pie in the sky, commoners! Valuno didn't really have enough food, and if it weren't for the large amount of grain that came and went, I am afraid we would not have enough food for the last winter. ”

After the nobles had largely stood still, Hams spoke again, for the first meeting he had presided over, and that he had to show himself as an organizer as a mayor in front of the powerful, not just a businessman, though he would still habitually control the populace from the point of view of the Imperial Gold.

"The town will use us, my lord. ”

"I used to be a good carpenter!"

"Old York's sewing skills are superb. ”

Some of the civilians shouted wildly, but most of the people's hearts sank, not everyone had such a thing as craft. What Hams said is very realistic, even if he comes to the city-state he wants in his heart, he also lacks a way to live.

Hams stretched out his hands and flattened them, signaling the crowd to calm down.

"I'm going to give everyone a good chance to make a living right now. I know you are very industrious farmers and hunters, but even you can't build a rich farm in a wilderness at once. If nothing else, can you afford the seeds?"

The immigrants standing in the audience quieted down one after another, the grain production in this era was still very low, the average ratio of grain production to seeds was only 1:6, and the cost of seeds alone was enough to discourage these people, and it also cost to engage in agriculture.

"If you have noticed, after a winter of hard work, our timber warehouse in the city of Valuno is already full. There were some minor misunderstandings when collecting the wood, but we were able to compromise with each other in the end. That's a good thing to be happy about. ”

Upon hearing about the wood, the people standing in the trees were almost jumping up against his tyranny like rats who had been slapped by a cat.

"Do you think you're working for me? Now I can tell you that you're actually collecting this wood for these honorable nobles,"

Hams paused as he spoke, his eyes glancing involuntarily at the knights standing in the middle of the square, and after being sure that his words had attracted enough people, Hams continued: "There were a few villages around the town, but the damn war destroyed them, and the adults were intent on rebuilding them. They invested a lot of money in it, and only a few hard-working farmers were needed to build a territory. ”

The people followed Hams's finger and looked at the young men on the horses with a bit of awe, and the peasants licked their chapped lips.

Facing the gradually converging eyes, Montgomery seemed to feel a warm current surging up in his body, causing him to shiver two or three times in a row. He is the tallest and tallest, so naturally he gathers the most eyes.

Mitchelson tentatively opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He felt that all the so-called self-confidence demeanor he had on weekdays had left him, and he couldn't say a word in the face of so many eager eyes.

By this time, Hams had closed his mouth at the right time, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, as if thinking about something.

"Father, they don't look very good, do you want to help them? ”

William looked at a few young people who were scratching their ears and cheeks in a hurry, and couldn't help but take on his role.

"No, William. This is when they prove their abilities. Even if they do ask us for help, they'll have to speak up on their own, you know, my son. ”

Hams's eyes were still focused on the situation on the field, and his mind was silently thinking about new gains and losses.

On the field, Tom was looking at his master anxiously, even if he knew this as a farmer, and the master was obviously not prepared enough now, he knew that he might need to "say something" at this time, just like Mitchelson's grandfather had done back then, and he tried to recall the scenes of the heroes who had heard from his father, but he could not describe anything.

It seems that when everyone talks about it, they just say that they raise their arms and shout.

Tom looked at his thick fingers with a bitter face, imagining them ticking the words out of his mouth like pliers, and if this could become a reality, he would not hesitate to do it. Tom was followed by a number of followers, who had apparently become disillusioned with these nobles over time.

Suddenly, Tom noticed the reins in Mitchelson's hand, probably because he didn't need the horse to walk anymore, and the reins hung loosely, and if someone on the ground followed, he could easily hold on to the horse's reins.

His eyes suddenly glowed slightly.

Tom walked up in two or three steps, and in the eyes of the crowd, he grabbed the reins of the horse.

"The lords of the Lorraine family are here!Come, brothers, let's go to the territory of the lords of the Lorraine family to cultivate the fields, the lords of the Lorraine family are the most generous!" Tom shouted as he ran around the square with his head buried in his head, and in a short time there was a large group of people behind him.

Montgomery also ran around the square in a decent way, and he also gained a large number of supporters, the horse's hooves lifted the thawing dirt in the square, and the knight sat upright and ran forward, which was an alluring sight, and people imagined that there would be a bright future if they could follow such a leader, at least the peasants who could participate in the initial construction of the territory could keep a small piece of their own land according to custom, and even the most stingy lord would not exploit the people in this area.

First Mitchelson rode out of the square, taking a group of people with him, and then Montgomery rode out of the square, and he took a larger group of people with him.

The hustle and bustle of the square seemed a little empty for a while. In fact, there are still a lot of immigrants, and the process of the two knights from recruiting to leaving just now is really too fast for those who are not so quick to react, and among these people, in addition to the farmers who have not reacted, there are also many people with calm minds.

Somewhat confused, they turned their gaze to the child who was still on the horse, and in an instant, it seemed that the child was going to be their only choice.

Conan still lies on the horse, as the horse breeder said, this is really a horse with a good temperament, from Conan to the back of the horse has never had a child, is a hard-working temper.

Looking at the crowd of people walking around, Conan tried to jump off the horse's back, he slowly clamped his legs to the horse's stomach, and then pressed the horse's head with both heads, intending to slide down the horse's back as if he had climbed over an obstacle.

This was clearly beyond the capabilities of a living animal, and what Conan was doing now was far beyond the poor horse's understanding of his job, and he shook his head uneasily, shaking his body slightly.

Conan slipped on the soles of his feet and fell straight off his horse.

A man who was very close to Conan jumped up with a tiger pounce and padded under Conan before he landed.

Conan scrambled to his feet from the northerner's sturdy shoulders, and the man underneath him stood up.

"Aren't you hurt?" Conan raised his hand and patted the man's shoulder, which was exactly the tone of a superior speaker.

The man smiled a little shyly, a dirty look on his cheeks

"I'm fine, sir. You're a little lighter than you look. ”

Conan wrinkled his nose slightly, and he looked up to see the man's full picture. A tattered leather coat wrapped in a layer of burlap clothes that was not much cleaner than this one, a typical scene of a bankrupt peasant in the north.

"What's your name?"

"I don't have a name, so how can I have a name......" explained the farmer, whose earthy yellow looked a little heavier

"My former lord didn't like us to have names, for example, my father's name was John, then I would call him the son of John's family, and we have been calling each other that way for more than ten years. ”

Conan stared at the man, his eyes suddenly sharpened, like two sharp swords, as if they were about to pierce the man's heart.

The man suddenly panicked, he originally thought that this lord was a child, and he had just saved him, so it shouldn't be difficult to get along with, but he didn't expect that he would suddenly throw himself in the face.

Mitchelson once described Conan's eyes, but on the surface, they are nothing more than a pale layer of blue, but if you look deeper, you can see a bottomless pool.

At the same time, this is the only thing where Mitchelson feels that this kid is a little bit like an aristocratic person.

Conan looked at the man who had just saved him, and his whole body began to tremble rhythmically, as if he only had to hold on for a little longer, and the man would fall to his knees.

"Believe it or not, as long as you are willing to look for it, you can always find something different between the real nobles and commoners, and this is the unique advantage of the aristocracy, and we are naturally suited to rule these people. ”

Conan had heard these theories from Mitchelson more than once, and at that time he still had a serious lack of self-awareness of his aristocratic status, and even if it was only a period of contact, he could keenly feel the difference between his father and the fathers of these people.

His father was so ordinary, so ordinary that even the little bartender in the city who poured him wine dared to cast color on him, could such a man be called a ruler?

In the last moments when the man was about to kneel, Conan finally withdrew his intimidating gaze. In his opinion, a man who can conquer others just by his eyes is a powerful symbol, something that many warriors would envy, but Conan took the initiative to give up, which shows that he will never become a great warrior.