Woolf's friend Algilen's house was located in a corner of the village, and the houses of the northerners were usually built on the ground, unlike the serfs in the south, who lived in damp ground, and the whole tribe would help each tribe to build a strong house when he reached adulthood, built of wood and hides, and thick hay.

"By the time it arrives, my woman should be busy cutting whale meat." Alguillen lowered the barrel on his shoulders as he spoke to Woolf and the White Knight, who was known as Koko.

The White Knight looked curiously at the houses of the northerners, under which they wore strings of shark and beast skulls and hung them under the eaves, as if some kind of defense against evil spirits, and if such things appeared in the south, a room full of people would probably be burned to death.

In fact, in the eyes of the Holy See, the god of war believed by the northerners is completely heretical, although in the sacred canon, the god of war of the northerners is considered to be the higher spirit who helps the main god to build the world, but it must not be called a god, because the only god is the main god.

"Why did you come back so early today?" At this moment a pair of women's hands opened the curtain of animal skulls, and a northern woman with high cheekbones appeared before them, her eyes smeared with a black dye to make her eyes look extremely deep, and her brown hair was braided in two braids and hung over her shoulders.

"Oh, my friends who grew up with are back, get some food and treat them well." Algillen said to his wife.

As night fell, the White Knight and Woolf sat beside the fire pit in the house, a hare roasted on a meat rack above the fire, the charred flesh squeaked with oil, and Algillon's wife served them a wooden plate with some fresh wild fruits, which was not a good dinner for the White Knight, but seeing Alguelen's wife huddle aside with her two children in her arms, the White Knight understood their predicament.

"I can't eat so much, let's give this to the children." The White Knight kindly handed the wooden plate to Algillen's wife, who only looked at her husband.

"I'm sorry, but I'm ashamed." Algilen's face looked a little embarrassed, he wiped his face with his hands, the embarrassing life made him shameless to face his family, but as a northerner, it was very shameless to not be able to entertain guests warmly.

"No need to apologize, we are friends who were born and died together, I see that the dock is very lively, why~~." Woolf said to Algilen in understanding.

"The docks are indeed bustling and trade is bustling, but most of them are Earl Gülen's business." There was a slight anger on Algillen's face, and he slammed the cleaver into the fire.

"The whole business is the Count's?" The White Knight asked in surprise.

"That's right, the fleet belongs to the Count, and we have no other income except for cultivating the land and hunting, and even if we do a little handicraft, the Count will take a third of the tax." Algillen's wife said helplessly.

"We miss you, Woolf, and everyone says you're the only one who can get us out of this situation." Algilen suddenly raised his head and said to Woolf.

"Woolf?" The White Knight looked at Woolf in surprise, he didn't expect Woolf to be so prestigious in Walverdi.

"No, I've already given up on everything, remember?" Woolf sighed, looking at his childhood companion and said with some discouragement.

"Crackle, crackle." Suddenly there was a dead silence in the room, and no one was in the mood to continue talking, only the firewood in the fire pit was crackling.

"Besides, what can we do without a ship?" Woolf said to Algillen.

"Boat?" The White Knight was once again surprised, he didn't understand what the ship meant to the northerners.

"With ships can we trade, even war, but now all ships are under the command of Earl Gülen, and we can't do anything without ships." Woolf explained to the White Knight.

"Actually~~." Algiellen hesitated, he thought for a moment and was about to say something to Woolf, but at that moment, there was a chaotic sound of footsteps outside the door.

"What's going on?" The White Knight put his hand on the hilt of his sword at his waist alertly, but Woolf held him down, as if he had expected it.

The moon shines through the window into the lord's house, and Bruce wears a white fringed pajamas that originally belonged to Lord Jeffrey, and in this age of material scarcity, there is always nothing wrong with frugality, and Bruce does not dislike this is a pajama worn by an enemy he killed.

"Lord Baron, do you want Countess Randall to claim territory?" Anne was covered with a quilt, and under the mattress was dry hay, which was a very versatile thing, which kept out moisture and kept warm, not only for the serfs, but also for the nobles.

"Yes, but don't worry, I'll use peaceful means, there shouldn't be war, hey, what do you use to warm the bed?" Bruce slipped comfortably into the covers, and to his surprise, it was very warm.

"Ah, yes." Anne blushed, she hurriedly folded Bruce's clothes, put them in the suitcase at the foot of the bed, and left Bruce's bedroom with a candle.

"What the hell is this girl?" Bruce watched Anne leave in wonder, but he was running around the territory all day long, the forging of the blacksmith shop, and the construction of all parts of the territory needed his command, and every day it could be said that he was tired and had a sore back, and he was not worried about being a baron at all.

"Tuk-tuk." Just as Bruce was about to blow out the candle at the bedside, there was a knock on the door, and he was a little surprised that everyone was asleep at this time, and who would knock on his bedroom door.

In fact, not everyone will go to bed early, the hard-working serfs have to plough the land the next day, the craftsmen have to work, and Bruce, as a baron, has a lot of busy things, but there is also a life that likes to live at night, as it seems to be the case in ancient and modern times.

Grinton's growing prosperity also attracted new residents and merchants, including a merchant from another county who built a tavern in the village, which was not very large for the rest of the territory, but served as a tavern.

"Squeak, squeak." The wooden sign outside the tavern door swayed in the night breeze and made a sound.

"Hahahaha." Laughter could be heard through the crack in the door, and light seeped through it.

"Come on, come on, come on." Danny sat seriously at a wooden table, opposite him was an equally strong man, the two rolled up their sleeves, revealing their towering muscles, their hands clasped tightly, their eyes staring at each other, full of aggressiveness.

The people around cheered, raising their beer glasses in their hands and cheering loudly for the two of them.

"Oooo The strong man let out an angry roar, and he pressed hard in the direction of Splitting Shield Danny, but the hands of the two still did not move, and Splitting Shield Danny only frowned slightly.

"Quick, kill him, I'll crush you to win."

"What are you doing, you shit?"

These people seem to have started gambling games in addition to watching the excitement, betting on Split Shield Danny and the strong man respectively, so everyone has a head full of energy, and the excitement is like chicken blood.

"Drink." Suddenly, Shield Splitter Danny took a deep breath, and he let out a snap, pressing his opponent's hand against the table with a ping-pong thud.

"Oh~~." The people around the strong men booed in disappointment, but Shield Splitter Danny laughed and stood up, showing off his muscles around him, while the waitresses crowded around him.

"Well done!" Mickey walked over to Danny Splitter, handed him a glass of wine, and congratulated him with a smile.

"Haha, it's a pity that the women here are too ugly." Split Dunny drank wine, but was slightly disappointed, the waitresses here were all brought by the tavern owner, originally just the daughters of some serfs or bankrupt merchants, or some prostitutes who changed careers, and their appearance was really mediocre, but there was no way, who made Greenton belong to the country territory.

"Crunch~~~." But at this moment, the door of the tavern opened, and a cold night breeze blew in, and everyone's eyes couldn't help but look at the door.