In the summer, the Kramir Sea becomes calm and peaceful again, and the warm and humid sea breeze nourishes everything along the coast, and the Rus' people do not have to worry about their livelihoods.

The young man on crutches stood silently on the edge of the pier, as if pondering something.

"Hey, Brother Constance! You're here again in a daze. "A few months ago, the man who was seriously injured lying in a box that his father brought back from the sea would come here every day to look out at the sea. Ekarina looked curiously at the somewhat weak face. Is this what the people of the southern continent look like? They don't look the same as their dad at all!

The man was silent, and stretched out his hand to the endless sea in the distance, as if trying to grasp something.

"Be careful!" Ekarina's eyes widened!

The man's body suddenly seemed to lose its balance and was about to fall from the dock into the sea. Ekarina hurriedly held Cons Dante's crumbling body.

"Brother Constance, your legs and feet are inconvenient, don't come here, it's too dangerous, and I have to come over to watch, I'm also very busy." Ekarina grumbled dissatisfiedly.

"Still can't remember the past?"

"Hmm." The man nodded, and from the moment he woke up, all his memories seemed to have been emptied, and he couldn't remember anything but his own name. But every time he saw the endless sea, a voice would tell him that he was from there!

"Then go back! You haven't taught me how to read today! The little girl put her arm around Constance Dante and said coquettishly.

"I see." With the help of Ekarina, Consdante made his way to the village with difficulty.

"Can't you see clearly in your left eye?"

"Well, it's still a blur, like my memory." Constance Dante said half-jokingly with relief. As soon as he woke up, his vision in his left eye was blurry and it was difficult to walk and see, and his right leg was numb, and it was difficult to even walk at first. Although he has no memories of unknown origin, the people of this small fishing village are very friendly to Constance Dante, on the one hand, the small bag of silver coins that Constance Dante carries is enough for expenses, and on the other hand, because of the simplicity of the people. The only thing that made him a little sorry was that he couldn't help anything other than help Ekarina with literacy. In such a small and self-sufficient village, it is undoubtedly a burden to have an extra person who does not work here for a long time. Therefore, Constance Dante was also going to the village chief of Chuikov and asked him if he could accept him to go fishing with him.

Following Ekarina back to the entrance of the village, I don't know when many villagers have gathered in the square.

"It's ・・・・・・"

The whole village gathered in the square, as if something big had happened, and there was a crowd of people and whispers from time to time.

"There is another war. Damn the Rastines are here again. The men cursed and looked at the post posted by the officers who had arrived not long ago.

"What's wrong, Dad?" The tiny Ekarina slipped through the crowd and asked cautiously as she walked to her father's side.

Chuikov didn't look at his daughter, but frowned, as if he was pondering something.

"The Rastines are invading, the Grand Duke is going to collect taxes again, and I'm afraid those mercenaries are coming again." At the mention of "mercenaries", the men's faces were full of horror, even when they faced wild beasts, they had never done so. And the women became panicked.

"God forbid, those guys are nothing more than the Rastins."

"There's no way, if you don't rely on them, the Grand Duke can't stop those monsters at all."

Listening to the people's discussions, Constance Dante was also a little curious about what was going on. I saw that what was written on the list was the Herodian script commonly used in the New Roman Empire, due to the late civilization, the script of the New Roman Empire was still commonly used in the territory of the Rus' Kingdom, but the grammar was already in the Macedonian period, and Constant Dante could barely read it.

Obviously, the arrival of the war caused a shadow over the hearts of the people of this village, which caused the increase in taxes. Especially in this small fishing village, the only income is to go to sea to fish, if you can't pay taxes, it means that the whole village has to go to the nearby nobles to commit themselves to becoming serfs. This is why Chuikov has always wanted to get rich, not because of an individual, but for the whole village. Even though the kingdom had fallen apart and the invasion was intensifying, the nobles were still enslaving their people by burning forests and fishing, forgetting the glory of the country.

"What are we going to do, dad kid." Katyusha said as she looked at her husband worriedly.

But Chuikov did not answer, looking at the arrogant errand in front of him.

"Hurry up! Lord Romanlov, I want you to pay it all tomorrow. The officer cocked his neck and urged viciously.

"Why not Ivan? Wasn't he in charge of our village? And Chuikov finally asked, in previous years, it was the bearded Ivan who was responsible for their taxes here, and because of the friendship between Chuikov and Ivan, the taxes of previous years could be delayed for a while, and although the famine season had passed at this time, the village couldn't get too much money at once.

"Ivanovic? He's been driven out by Lord Romanlov a long time ago, and you really think that kid can always protect you? Now, the Teutons have come over and have no money, so what to do with those monsters? In front of him, the crooked-necked officer looked at the group of countrymen contemptuously and shouted.

"Either pay the money, or commit yourself to the protection of Lord Romanlov."

"This is not the bother of Lord Romanlov, our allegiance to the kingdom is protected by the kingdom, and he does not have to bother to bother." Chuikov forcefully replied to the other party's ulterior motives. What a joke, reduced to serfs, they would rather die poor than choose this path. Since the division of the kingdom, the aristocracy has resorted to land by any means, and the peasants who have lost their freedom have to pay the state tithes, and they have to be exploited and rented by the lords, and even the marriage of their children has to be at the mercy of them. Now, with the exception of the south, most of the Rus' kingdom has been annexed by the nobility by various means, while the freedmen are struggling to make a living in the cracks.

"You!" I didn't expect these countrymen to be so ignorant of current affairs. The annoyed messenger walked up to Chuikov and threatened in a low voice: "Lord Romanlov is a count appointed by Grand Duke Vladimir!" Did you know, hillbilly? It's an honor for you to have his protection, think about it, the Teutons called, who can protect your cheap lives except the Earl? ”

"As I said, don't bother. Money, we'll pay it all. Chuikov gave the other a cold look, like looking at a clown jumping off a beam.

"Okay, okay." The officer waved the whip in his hand with a furious smile, glanced at the hostile villagers around him, and said stupidly: "I'll come back tomorrow, if you can't pay it, hehe・・・・・・

Seeing the other party go away, the faces of the whole village were full of sorrow, what to do now.

"Kid dad, we ・・・・・・"

"Don't worry, I'll figure it out." Chuikov sighed, interrupted his wife, turned and walked out of the crowd, trying to walk to his own room.