The town below the Countess's castle was not very prosperous, but there were many merchants and peddlers, who gathered in the middle of the town to form a bazaar, where a wide variety of goods were sold by the vendors, nobles in brightly colored clothes, and commoners in coarse linen lingered among the goods.

"Come and see, a holy relic from a mysterious holy place, an angel feather that can heal diseases." Old Kevin held a small iron box in his hand and desperately peddled it to the people around him, but the people here seemed to be accustomed to seeing the world, and disdained this kind of scammer from the so-called holy relics from the Holy City, and even White yawned and was lazy on the sidelines.

"Forget it, no one is going to buy your pile of garbage." White folded his arms, leaned back in the carriage, and said to Kevin Sr. with hay roots in his mouth.

"You slippery boy, I'm busy sweating profusely, but you're lazy on the side." Kevin Sr. turned his head and cursed at White.

"Don't we have that? Why not take it out. White said to Kevin Sr.

"Hey, you idiot, of course that good thing has to be reserved for important people." Seeing that no one was buying his things, Old Kevin reluctantly put the iron box on the wooden box at will, walked to the carriage and took out the leather bag and poured a sip of water.

"Someone important?" White asked curiously.

"That's right, an important man, I've been observing for a long time, who walks through the bazaar every day at this time." Kevin Sr. licked his lips and said to White.

While the two were talking, the sound of horses' hooves sounded outside the bazaar, and the people heard the sound of horses' hooves and fled to see several nobles on horseback passing through the bazaar, led by a burly knight, wearing a hunting leather jacket, with a blindfolded eagle on his right hand, and a fiery red horse carrying him in the direction of the castle, while behind him the attendants were young and heroic.

"Get out of the way, Sir Hilton is here." The attendants shouted loudly, and when they heard Sir Hilton's name, both nobles and commoners quickly ducked.

"Oooo When Sir Hilton rode through the bazaar, the people on both sides of the melancho cheered, but the loud shouts were mostly commoners, and the nobles were more indifferent.

"Here we are." Old Kevin's eyes changed and he was full of fanatical expression, and he quickly took out a wooden box wrapped in red velvet from the carriage.

Sir Hilton set up his own eagle, this eagle is used to train to catch prey, he often takes his attendants to hunt in the forest, of course, everything in the forest outside the castle belongs to the countess, however, the countess gave Sir Hilton a special right, allowing him to hunt in his own forest, but half of the prey he hunted should be given to himself, which is also the purpose of Sir Hilton to bring the prey to the castle.

"Honorable knight." Just as Sir Hilton was riding through the bazaar, suddenly an old man rushed over with something, and this sudden behavior startled Sir Hilton, and his attendants were even more alert.

"Who is it?" The attendants hurried forward, and drew their swords at their waists and pointed them at the old man, who was Kevin Sr.

"Oh, I'm not a bad person, honorable lord, I'm just a businessman, and I want to give you a gift." Kevin Sr. hurriedly picked up the box, raised it above his head and said to Sir Hilton's attendants.

"Merchant? Why did you give me a gift. Sir Hilton kicked the horse under his hip, and he squeezed past his squire disapprovingly, bowing his head to old Kevin.

"Because Sir Hilton is famous, this item of mine is very precious, but people don't know its value, so I think if you approve of it, sir, then it will definitely be welcomed in the future." Old Kevin said respectfully.

"Oh?" Sir Hilton groaned, as a knight, his greatest dream is to be famous, and he was very useful to a merchant who held him in high esteem.

"My lord, I think this cunning businessman must be a spy, so it's better to arrest him." The attendant on the side suggested to Sir Hilton.

"No, Randall doesn't have a tradition of capturing gift-givers." Sir Hilton refused the suggestion, and he stooped down and reached out to take the box.

"Whew." Old Kevin secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he actually didn't know if this method would work, if Sir Hilton caught him as a spy and threw him into the dungeon, then there was really no way at all, so he could only let White go to Bruce to redeem himself.

However, Sir Hilton, who seemed to be holding the wooden box, was satisfied, and old Kevin looked at their distant backs, and reached out to wipe the sweat from his face, the moodiness of the nobles could only be felt by a commoner like him, and not all nobles were as approachable as Bruce.

In addition to sending old Kevin to open up new trade, Bruce has not been idle in the construction of the territory, since a new group of noble families joined in the greater Glinton, bringing Grape cultivation technology to Glinton, Bruce ordered people to start planting by serfs, if you wait until the next autumn, Glynton will be able to make wine self-sufficiently.

However, the new buildings being built in the territory are not about the economy, but on a vacant lot in the northeast corner of the castle, the newly recruited workers are laying the foundations, and it is Bruce who is in charge, and he is accompanied by Danny Split.

"My lord, what the hell is going to be built here?" Splitting Shield Danny asked curiously.

"Mausoleum." Bruce looked at the busy workers and said to Danny.

"The mausoleum, for whom, your own?" Splitting the shield Danny asked wonderingly, you must know that many nobles or royal families have the habit of building mausoleums for themselves, when a hundred years later, a stone coffin is placed in the center of the mausoleum, and the sarcophagus is a sculpture of the deceased in the same proportion, symbolizing the noble identity and status of the deceased.

"No, not for me, for the warriors who died for Glinton." Bruce shook his head, he took this matter very seriously, the bodies of the dead soldiers in the Grington Legion must be brought back to Grington for burial, but he still felt that this was not enough, and even allocated funds to build such a warrior mausoleum to bury the bodies of those dead soldiers.

"What, is it that big?" Splitting Shield Danny looked at the foundation in surprise, how much money and manpower would be needed for such a huge foundation, but Bruce did not hesitate to order the construction, as a pirate who was born and died in the sea, and his body could feed the fish at any time, he couldn't understand Bruce's motives at all.