Baron Cullousius, Baron Perland, carried a separate paperwork, a letter of his own handwriting. Armed with 50 gold coins and two courtiers chosen for him by Earl Walker, after a night of drinking and merriment with Earl Walker in Jarfenburg, he happily set out for his post the next morning. Although he is a baron, he is just a village chief with the aura of a baron. Even if the settlement of Braning is very barren, in the eyes of the confident Baron Culotsius, it is undoubtedly a vast territory and a land of untapped treasures, and if it can be used quickly, it may be a place to look forward to and be full of hope.

The two courtiers who followed the weakest Baron of Perland, Cullosius, one was the newly appointed court guard of the Arfen court a few months ago, Mart Wilders, nicknamed Captain Wu. The other was Sergeant Rawmings, Mart's younger brother, and everyone loved to call him the strong man. Although these two people have very low official ranks, they are also loyal soldiers in the Yafen territory.

The only commanding height of the Buran settlement was the two-storey cave house, which had been roughly repaired by the 'Captain' and the 'Strong Man' to barely be able to live in it, and after hastily shelving his bags, Culosius asked the Captain and the Strong Man to gather all the inhabitants of the Burenin settlement to the open space outside the cave house.

The inhabitants of Braning were curious about the new barony, who had not been willing to come and manage since the end of the Grimmster period, and whose way of life had hardly changed in a hundred years, and the reputation of the Kingdom of Lynston was not comparable to that of the previous Grimmster dynasty, the only thing they knew was that the land of Jarfen was still ruled by the House of Eastem.

"Ah, isn't this the last time the young man rode past us?" The residents of Braning were talking.

"Phew, where is the man who rode past us last time, this is obviously the one who occasionally passes by us - the leader of the smuggling caravan." Occasionally, a few of Braynin's residents recognized Culosius' original identity.

"Friends, don't worry about who I am." Culosius's opening remarks drew a burst of laughter, and it was clear that the inhabitants of Braning lacked the necessary respect for the new Baron, but for Culosius, the rude laughter did not make him feel harsh, but the captain and the strong man frowned slightly beside him.

"The three of you will come to be our lords, what shelter can the three of you provide us?" Some of the bold residents laughed and pointed at Baron Coolosius and the two courtiers beside him, laughing insolently.

"Yes! Oh, yes! We only think of the Easthem as our lords. What are you three things? Occasionally, there was such a casual echo among the residents.

"Friend of Braning, I love how straightforward you are. Yes, the three of us are not so good, and it is not the three of us, but the only one of me. My weight is indeed not enough, for example, my fart will not cause a thunderstorm, and electricity will not kill people. Hiccups can't be overturned. It can't flood farmland. Culosius stuck his tongue out at the inhabitants of Braning who had gathered in the clearing, and his face showed an exaggerated expression, as if he did not feel anything wrong with the doubts.

"Then what can you three do, we are very welcome for you to come to the wasteland and slowly grow old!" I don't know who made such a joke first, which immediately attracted a burst of mocking laughter from the residents.

"Presumptuous!" Mart roared, and drew her sword with a thud. Glaring coldly at the sarcastic crowd, Sergeant Rommins also glared angrily, and even a white breath erupted from his nose.

"Matt, Rommings. Don't keep a stinky face. Haven't you heard that these inhabitants of Braning are welcoming us? We should gladly accept it. Cullosius patted Mart and Rommins on the shoulders and shrugged their shoulders to the residents of Branine, and the laughter of the residents gradually stopped, "I'm sorry, friends, but these two of my subordinates seem to have ruined the atmosphere of everyone's warm welcome. I agree with your proposal and welcome you! You're right, I'm here to live in the wasteland with all of you, and if I can, I'll accompany you here to grow old. Other aristocrats may think that Braning is a place where birds don't lay eggs, but the purpose of my visit here is to make this place go from a bird that doesn't lay eggs to a place where you can be rich and fly out of the phoenix. ”

"Oh, stop bragging. How can you make this place grow? It's a wasteland. There wasn't even a decent road. Rich people have taken Yafen and Niermont, whoever comes here to squat in the toilet, I am afraid that the smell of here can be blown thousands of miles away by a gust of wind! The inhabitants standing in front of Mart laughed at the words of the Baron in front of him, with some emotion.

"Maybe that's the case now, you can see that the two-story dilapidated house I picked is indeed a little chilly. Such a big hole may indeed make the smell of spread thousands of miles away. It is indeed a big problem that an insightful friend just raised that there is no way here. "There is no road here, of course we will have to build our own," he said, taking out the bag full of gold coins given to Count Walker of Affin. After thinking that I would be here to grow old with my friends, I was ready for anything. I believe that the money spent on road construction will be enough to make your friends' pockets bulge. ”

"Ah, it's a bag of gold coins, do you hear the muffled sound of the coins colliding?" Many of the inhabitants of Braning had never seen so many gold coins.

"yes, who would have trouble with money." The residents of Braning exchanged heads and talked with excitement.

"Well, let's hear what the hell this baron is going to do with us." After a brief exchange, the impoverished inhabitants of Braning closed their mouths, and seemed to have made up their minds to listen to the Baron Cullosius.

"I'm sure you're starting to get interested in what I'm saying." Cullosius took care of himself and took the gold coin bag back into his arms, "I used to be the leader of the smuggling caravan, some friends are right, remember that we used to have some emotional intersections, which I have always been for, and I am also grateful to you for your selfless help when our caravan was in need, at least let me spend the night in the house behind me, so that some of the caravansera's water-feared goods can be saved." Now I have invited myself to the Badlands of Perland as a baron here, so that it will no longer suffer from poverty, and not for its own selfish gain, as is the case with other nobles. Before I took up my post, I promised His Excellency Lord Walker, Earl of Arfen, now Grand Commander of House Eastterm, that I would restore the prosperity of this place. I believe that those of you who are clinging to the ruins of Braenin are waiting with the same hope as me, not for a day or two, a year or two, but for decades. This is the place where your ancestors have lived and multiplied for generations, and you are willing to revert this place to Burnin during the Grinster dynasty. ”

"You're right, Your Excellency." Finally there was a voice of approval from the crowd, and Mart and Bloomins finally breathed a sigh of relief and put their swords in their sheaths, "But what else do you have to do other than build roads, your Excellency, most of the descendants of Braning have now gone to Jarfenburg, to Niermont, or further afield to the town of White. We are now short of food and clothing, and we don't even have a decent inn in our dilapidated houses, so how can we restore the glory of the Grinster dynasty? ”

"By virtue of this decree, by virtue of me." Cullosius smiled slightly, and showed the residents of Bulan the handwritten letter from Count Walker, and Mart took the earl's handwriting from Baron Cullotius's handwriting and pasted it on the bulletin board, "Of course, this is definitely not enough, and you still need the efforts of your friends." That's what matters. ”

The order of the loser King Dalton on the bulletin board was still faintly recognizable, and the newly affixed earl's handwritten letter was more like a brand new gift that Braning had waited for.

To the toiling people of Burenin:

In view of Benjue's desire to develop Perland, I hereby entitle Braenin, the Wasteland of Perland, to my brother, His Excellency Colossius, in addition to the force of the new law of Jarfen Lawrence herein, and to grant Braenin permission to carry on the smuggling trade.

Lord of the House of Easttime, Count Walker Easttam, Earl of Jarfin

May 28, 1029 -

"Ah, this is indeed the seal of His Excellency the Earl!" The old Buran residents recognized the seal of the Easttim family, they kept nodding their heads, and even knelt down in front of the bulletin board, they wept and raised their hands to the sky and sighed, "Braning has finally waited for the attention of His Excellency the Earl, and we have finally waited for the day when we are about to rise!" It's true, the new Baron of Branine is right. ”

"It looks like finally some friends think I'm not bragging." Kurosius smiled and walked over to the bulletin board, picking up the kneeling elders from the ground in Branine. His actions were admired by the inhabitants of Branine.

"We, the sons and grandsons of Brayn, are willing to be at the disposal of His Excellency the Baron." Residents of Braning raised their arms and chanted.

"So, let's start from scratch. Besides, the Baron's wording is not very kind. I would like to treat the friends of Braning as if they were my true friends, and I would like to work hand in hand with you with the same goal, it is your will, it is my will, and it is the will of our Lord of Esttem, the Grand Commander of Yafinn! I was once the leader of a caravan, and before that I was a farmer in a field outside the city of Parma. I'd prefer my friends to call me by my name, Coolosius. Culosius's voice was very loud, like the ringing of a bell in an empty wasteland settlement, and the sound echoed in the empty wilderness for a long time.