Bruce returned to Grington with the group, this time he not only took some material materials from Locke Manor, but more importantly, people, yes, the development of Grington Village requires a lot of manpower, so Bruce asked Sir Wayne to transfer twenty serfs and thirteen craftsmen from the manor to himself.

"Your Lord." When Bruce returned to Grington with the group, Stukov was already waiting in the village, having brought back ash and brimstone for Bruce's journey to Dead Island.

"Welcome, what a coincidence." Bruce jumped off his horse, and he stepped forward and hugged Stukov, probably just returning from the sea, and Stukov still smelled of sea.

"As soon as I came back, I found that you weren't there, and I thought something was wrong?" Stukov unveiled his one-eyed dragon eyepatch, rubbed the side of the eyeless hole, and said to Bruce.

"I went to Locke Manor to inherit the title of baron." Bruce shrugged his shoulders and said to Stukov as he walked back.

"Barony?" Stukov froze in surprise as if Bruce had urinated.

"Yes, James is dead, and it's my turn to inherit the title." Bruce looked at the surprised Stukov with a funny look on his face, turned his head to him and said.

Stukov looked at Bruce in front of him, he opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't say it, so he nodded and followed Bruce, but with a thoughtful look.

"What's wrong with you?" Bruce saw that Stukov seemed to have something to say, so he asked curiously.

"Oh, that's right, I was in the port on the way back, and I heard that the Duke of Bemessey publicly accused the baron of Locke Manor, saying that he was suspected of being a relative, at first I thought it was James, but I didn't expect you to inherit the title of baron, is it you who the Duke accuses?" Stukov hesitated, but said to Bruce anyway.

"After saying it, it's a family lover, ha, it's really funny." Bruce was stunned for a moment when he heard this, he didn't kill James, it was completely James who died himself, provoking the fate of the swamp witch.

"It's not funny at all, if you are accused by the Duke of being a kin-loving beast, then I am afraid that it will greatly damage your prestige, and the nobles may alienate you." Stukov said to Bruce.

"You're right, it's not just estrangement, at the ceremony where the vassals pledged their allegiance to me, there were already people who refused their allegiance on the spot." Bruce smiled wryly and said to Stukov.

"So, what are you going to do?" Stukov asked worriedly that if the vassals were unwilling to pledge allegiance to Bruce, or even openly rebelled, then Bruce's rule would be extremely dangerous.

"One way!" Bruce smiled, patted Stukov on the shoulder, and said to him.

"What's the solution?"

"Fight, whoever disobeys me, I will beat whom!" Bruce raised his fist and said to Stukov.

"Force is indeed a good way to suppress, but you can't always rely on this method to rule, right?" Stukov looked at Bruce with his fist raised, and said with a smile.

"Don't worry, I still understand the principle that radishes and sticks can be used at the same time, so I returned to Greenton, to the place where it was founded." Bruce stood under Greenton's walls and said to Stukov with a smile.

Bruce had the financial support of Locke Manor and the legitimacy of the baronial title, so that he began to develop in Glinton, first he enriched the serfs transferred from Locke Manor into the farm, and began to vigorously develop agriculture, and the already basic Sankey farmland was quickly formed.

However, Bruce did not forget to develop his military power because of this, first he asked the craftsmen in Locke Manor to start improving the crossbow according to their own drawings, the original crossbow was a light crossbow with a short range and low power, but the redesigned crossbow was different.

"What is this?" Eve looked at the longer crossbow and asked Bruce with some curiosity as she pointed to the shaft behind it.

'This is the crankshaft, you see after firing a crossbow bolt, it needs to be twisted immediately, so that it will have more power and range. Bruce said to Eve as he wrenched his hands around the crankshaft.

"Crankshaft? But it's too slow. Eve shook her head and said to Bruce.

"Yes, but it's not small." Bruce raised the best crossbow in his hand and raised it to the scarecrow a hundred meters away, unlike the previous scarecrow, this scarecrow was wearing a leather armor.

"Whoosh~~, Ping Pong." When Bruce aimed at the scarecrow and pulled the trigger, the crossbow flew out with a whizz and landed on the scarecrow.

Eve stepped forward suspiciously, she pulled the crossbow arrow with her hand, and found that the flexible leather armor had been pierced, and the arrow of the crossbow arrow had pierced deeply into the scarecrow's body, as you can imagine, if it was a heavy soldier, I am afraid that it would have been pierced through the body and died.

"In addition to the crossbow that turns the crankshaft, there is also a crossbow with a crowbar on the bowstring, but that one needs to be made more precisely, so it will have to wait a while." Bruce smiled and put the crossbow on his shoulder and said to Eve.

Before you know it, autumn has arrived, the golden wheat in the fields is swaying in the wind, and the serfs are happily harvesting the crops, they look at these heavy ears of wheat, and cheer for this harvest year.

The ears of wheat were collected and sent to the water-powered mill, where the workers of the mill put the wheat into the mill, and soon the fine white flour came out, and the people hurriedly packed it in coarse linen bags.

"The speed of the hydro-powered mill is really fast." Looking at the steady stream of flour bags that were being carried out, Elder Warren said with emotion.

"yes, no one will go hungry in the winter now." The blacksmith also said with relief.

"Our lord is such an amazing man." Elder Warren stroked his beard and said to the blacksmith that it was rare for a nobleman to be so good at governing his territory.

"I heard that the White Knights in the northern territory are getting more and more angry?" The blacksmith looked around and saw that no one was paying attention, so he said to Elder Warren.

"Well, I've heard about it too, but fortunately it hasn't affected here." Elder Warren had an imperceptible look in his eyes, but he quickly calmed down and said.

"Even though it's the adult, I still hope that we won't be implicated." The blacksmith lowered his head hesitantly, and he muttered to Elder Warren.

"Don't worry, we'll be fine." Elder Warren comforted the blacksmith.

But just then, a cavalryman came running in from outside the village, and he rode so fast that the hens who could not dodge in the road screamed and danced.

"What's the matter, why are the cavalry so reckless today?" Elder Warren put his hand above his eyes, he said a little strangely, and couldn't help but secretly wonder if something was wrong.