Adjacent to Glinton is the Domain of Jeffrey the Philanthose, a fertile land where rivers flow slowly through the territory, and dense forests and fertile fields surround a castle perched on a hill.

Jeffrey walked around the city walls, wearing a red woolen hat with a beautiful kingfisher feather stuck in it, a fine red and black aristocratic dress, a belt studded with various precious stones around his waist, and boots made of calf skin.

"Your Lord." At this time, one of Jeffrey's retainers, who was carrying an old serf with a low brow, hurried up the wall.

"What's wrong?" Jeffrey turned around arrogantly, and under his lips were two exaggeratedly curly golden beards, which looked majestic with his ornate costumes.

"My lord, there are fugitive slaves in the village below the castle." The retainer glanced at Jeffrey and immediately lowered his head, fearful of the majestic lord.

"Fugitive slaves?" Jeffrey's good mood was made bad by the news, he said immediately.

A gust of wind blew over Jeffrey's castle, and the black and red Jeffrey family flag fluttered over the city, and the elder serf in front of Jeffrey bent over and trembled.

"Woohoo." The elder serf only felt that his legs were shaking and could barely support his body, and sweat was running down his forehead.

"Goo, Lord Lord, someone did flee the village, there should be ten people, I'm very sorry." Even the retainers were afraid of Jeffrey, and he quickly got down on one knee and apologized to Jeffrey.

"Come here." Jeffrey narrowed his eyes, reached out and stroked his beard, and said to the elder serf.

"Ah, yes." The elder serf walked over tremblingly, and only Jeffrey's retainers knew that when Jeffrey touched his beard, it was he who had made a move.

When the elder serf walked in front of Jeffrey, he found that this lord with all kinds of terrible rumors was very tall, and he felt oppressed when he stood in front of such a lord.

"You are the elder of the village, say, why did he run away?" Jeffrey looked down at the village elder serf and said to him.

"I'm sorry lord, I, I don't know, why did they run away?" The elder serf fell to his knees, and he explained to Jeffrey with a shiver.

"Am I doing badly there?" Jeffrey's tone softened suddenly, and he reached out and grabbed the elder serf, asking him.

"Lord?" Looking at Jeffrey's actions, the elder serf was surprised, it was rumored that this lord was a ruthless ruler who killed his wife and obtained this territory, but now he was pleasant, could it be that the previous rumors were all slanderous out of nothing?

"The world is spreading bad things about me, but they all misunderstand me, in fact, I just want to guard my family and live peacefully in this land, and the people in the territory are like my own family to me." Jeffrey said to the cordial Elder Serf.

"Yes, yes, my lord." The elder serf's mood calmed down, and it seemed that it was really a rumor that was indeed wrong, maybe they really misunderstood their lord.

"Then tell me why they ran away." Jeffrey put his hand on the other shoulder of the elder serf, quietly approached the serf's ear, and continued to whisper to him, "I have always suspected that I am surrounded by a group of small people, and those noble retainers have blocked many messages so that I do not know anything, and I cannot hear the voices of my own people in the castle. ”

Jeffrey turned his head to look at the retainers who were kneeling on one knee, and the elder serf suddenly realized, could it be that someone had pretended to pass on the lord's orders in the past.

"Your lord, it's a tax, and your new tax is too high, and many people can't afford it, so they have to flee." The elder serf relaxed, and he said to Jeffrey.

"Oh, is that so? Damn, I didn't even know. Hey, damn stupid, go get two glasses of wine. With a stunned look on his face, Jeffrey turned his head and yelled at his kneeling retainers with an angry expression.

"Yes, my lord." The retainer hurriedly stood up and hurried down the wall, but he did not go to fetch the wine himself, but conveyed the lord's order to a small attendant who was standing under the wall.

"So, where they fled to, can you convey to them what I mean? I want them back, after all, this is their home, and there's nothing more tragic than leaving home, right? My friend. Jeffrey continued to the Elder Serf.

"Well, there are some traveling merchants who have stayed in the village for a while, and they have told us that there is a new lord in the neighboring village of Greenton, a very benevolent lord, and that the Greentons used to be poorer than we are, but now everyone has food and clothing." The elder serf hurriedly replied to Jeffrey.

"Oh, Glinton, huh? Is it really that good? Why didn't you go? Jeffrey frowned slightly as he continued to ask the elder serf.

"I, I still have a wife and children, I can't rest assured of them, not to mention that what happened to Greenton is just a legend of the merchants, you know that merchants always like to lie." The elder serf shrugged his shoulders and said to Jeffrey.

"Ah, I see, I see." Jeffrey nodded thoughtfully, straightened up, touched his beard again, and then looked at the elder serf, his eyes becoming chilling.

"Lord, uh~~."

Suddenly, without warning, Jeffrey pushed the elder serf, and the serf's body suddenly climbed out of the towering city wall, and the castle was built on a hill, from which it fell more than twenty meters high before it fell to the ground, and then turned into a puddle of flesh.

"My lord, the wine you wanted." The retainer came up with two glasses of wine, handed them to Jeffrey, and took a sip of one of them.

"Damn stupid, you can't even look down on a bunch of serfs." Jeffrey drank the wine from his glass and scolded his retainers.

"I'm sorry lord, did you ask where the serfs had fled?" The retainer hurriedly bowed his head and admitted his mistake, he would rather be scolded than thrown off the city wall.

"Greenton." Jeffrey set his sights in the direction of the realm he had never wanted to spend a moment staring at before, the place known as the Imperial Penal Colony, where the poor even had to take turns wearing their pants.

"Do you want me to send someone to question me?" The retainer hurriedly asked.

"Send someone to ask? Is that my style? Jeffrey asked his retainer two questions in a row, and a fierce look appeared on his face.

"Understood." The retainer nodded and turned away, and Jeffrey, having finished the wine in his glass, took a deep breath and threw the empty cup off the wall.