"War?" Bruce was a little surprised, Todd was the tax collector of Grinton and a vassal of his domain, and according to the rules of the world in Bruce's mind, other lords had no right to interfere with Bruce's execution of his vassals.

"Yes, Lord James will use this as an excuse to invade your territory." Little Lori Anne snorted, she was very unhappy with Bruce's unauthorized actions.

"Is there still a royal law here? Is there still a law? Bruce was so mad that he couldn't help but say Director Feng's classic lines.

"The law? Lord James would have killed you, and if anyone asked, he would have said that you had choked on drinking, or that you had been arched by a boar while hunting. "Anne is well aware of the filthy affairs of the Locke family, the children of aristocratic families have been exposed to these shady things since childhood, and the mysterious deaths of many adults* are involved in the whirlpool of power struggles, inheritances, and personal vendettas.

"Drinking can also choke to death, will anyone believe it?" Bruce smiled bitterly, and although he had already thought of the result in his heart, he couldn't help but ask Annie.

"You're dead anyway, who cares?" Anne shrugged her shoulders, and she sat on the high bench, dangling her feet as if she were taking it for granted.

"Okay, so I'll have to prepare, what do you think we have a chance of winning?" Bruce smacked his mouth, he didn't expect to face his brother's killing intent on the first day he took control of the village, and this lord was really uneasy.

"Master Bruce, so I said at the beginning, don't mess with James' people." Anne sighed, and it seemed that her own life would also end in Glinton.

James, as the successor of Baron Locke, has about fifty standing soldiers in Locke Manor, the right to rule three villages, and the number of conscripted troops can reach 600 at the peak, completely crushing Bruce.

"So I'm a salted fish?" Bruce touched his head and laughed, he remembered Emperor Yang of Sui's words before he died, he didn't know who would fall into the hands of this good head.

"Ditch Glinton! Defect to your father's brother, the Duke of Bemessi, and this is the only way to save your life. Anne admonished Bruce.

"Abandon the territory you just got your hands on?" Bruce was silent, the threat was real, maybe he would be killed by James's army before he could do his hegemony.

"Give up the greed in your heart, and the false name of the so-called honor, and think about your own life! There's always a chance to turn the tables while you're alive, isn't it? Little Lori Anne continued to advise Bruce.

"Let me think again." Bruce said to Anne.

As night fell, a bonfire rose in the center of the village, around which the villagers sang and danced and enjoyed their moments of pleasure, and from the window of the lord's house, Bruce stared at the fire in the village, and the laughter and singing of the people, and couldn't help but look back at Anne sleeping on the carpet next to the fireplace, which had been seized from Todd's house and made of a whole fox skin.

"Squeak." Bruce pushed open the door and walked into the village with his iron sword pinned.

"Todd, bastard, I remember vividly that year, we had no food left, but he still forced me to pay the lord's tax, and in the end I had to sell my little daughter." One of the villagers drank the ale and drunkenly muttered that the ale had been brought out of Todd's cellar by Bruce and that three wooden barrels had been served to the villagers.

"Now our good days are here, thanks to Lord Bruce." The blacksmith raised the wooden wine glass in his hand and cheered loudly.

"Thank you, Lord." The rest of the villagers happily raised their glasses, thanking Bruce for his generosity and justice.

"You're drunk." Huntress Eve frowned, and she squeezed the blacksmith's glass as she said to him.

"I'm not drunk to that point, you say, in the past, the lords of Glynton either desperately pressed us, or ignored us, and now there is finally a good lord, this is the gift of the Lord God, am I not right?" The blacksmith shook off the hand of the huntress Eve, who stood up and staggered in a rough voice.

"Yes." The blacksmith's words aroused the approval of the other lords, they raised their wine glasses, and their faces bloomed, as vassals of the lord, their lives are dependent on the nobility to survive, meeting a bad lord often makes the serfs worse than death, but meeting a good lord can live a stable and happy life, and now they all believe that Bruce is the good lord given to them by the Lord God.

"A bunch of fools, a little flesh and bones from the nobles, thought it was a great favor." Huntress Eve sat abyside angrily, watching the reveling serfs with cold eyes.

"Eve, everyone finally has a chance to be happy, let them release it to their heart's content!" Elder Warren said to Eve with a smile.

"Hmph, what's the difference between a sheep to be slaughtered and a sheep in captivity?" Eve said dissatisfied, it seemed that she was the only one who was sober alone in this cheerful atmosphere.

"Eve, when will you change your cynical nature?" Elder Warren raised his right eye, his eyebrows twitched, and said to Eve.

And while the blacksmith and the villagers cheered Bruce's name, Bruce stood in the shadows of the corner of the village, watching the people in the center, and in this strange era, the figures of Bruce and Sima Yuan overlapped.

"Huh?" Eve, the huntress, had a keen senses, and her brow furrowed slightly, sensing something, and she turned her head to look over.

Bruce looked at everything in front of him, an inexplicable emotion welled up from the bottom of his heart, Bruce couldn't figure out what kind of emotion this was, he clenched his fists and raised his head to look at the sky, a bright moon hung in the sky.

"Fuck it, the old paper comes from the new era, fighting with the sky and the earth, and it's fun." Bruce made up his mind, since God gave him a chance to be reborn, then he was willing to fight with this white life, after thinking things clearly in his heart, Bruce let out a breath of turbidity, a smile on the corner of his mouth, and then strode towards the place where the villagers gathered.

"Your Excellency?" Seeing that Bruce also came to the party, the serfs cheered, and Bruce's grassroots mapping work was effective.

"A bunch of idiots." Only Huntress Eve crossed her arms, looked at the serfs who were hooking up with Bruce, shook her head and frowned.

[Adult, it is the honorific title of the nobility, commoners without noble blood or titles are not allowed to use it, and female nobles are called ladies and misses] Sugar tips.