"I have to get out of here."

These were the first words Sean said after introducing himself.

"Then get out of here, you white-eyed wolf!"

The middle-aged bartender couldn't help but roar, but immediately gasped and observed the lord's expression.

I thought to myself, as long as Adam made a statement, he could pull the little man out and let the militia break his leg by the way!

"I, I ......"

Sean's face was purple, he stammered for a long time, his expression changed between anger and submission, and his gaze shifted back and forth between the bartender and the lord, emphasizing incoherently.

"I respect you, Mr. Adam, and that's where I'm troubled!"

"I know."

Adam tapped his forehead, his eyes lit with trust, for he had seen the note.

[Down-and-out tax officer Sean Bragg]

[Attitude: Respect]

[Specialty: Calculation, Business Situation]

[Monologue: Though the lord is generous and great, I can't stay here.] 】

"I want to leave, not because I have any resentment against you, on the contrary, I admire you more than anyone else, and I swear to the god of birds!"

After the little man calmed down, he spoke slowly again, his speed and expression could not find any loopholes, and he was as pious as a lord believer.

Adam raised an eyebrow and found the topic.

"Hoof, are you a Slavich?"

Their ancestors originated in the southern interior, where mountains and lakes crisscrossed the country, and it is said that the whole people were gifted, with clever children and wise old people.

Such a people were envied, the Serpent confiscated their water supply, and the mountains turned into yellow sand overnight, which is now the "Slavic Desert" that reverberates day and night.

And this people, who had left their homeland, came to the stage of history, and they scattered along the coastline, from fishing to commercial warfare, and established chambers of commerce and post houses.

The Slavichs set the economic routes of the whole South, all the kingdoms, and more than ninety percent of the trade regulations that are now universally accepted by mankind, were set by the Slavichs.

In the early years of the fishing industry, it is said that huge birds would fly over the harbor, spit out gold coins and sprinkle them all over the fishing boats, and take all the goods from the nets.

This is the god of faith of their nation.

Since the development of history, this glorious commercial empire of the nation has been lonely with the wars and looting between human kingdoms, and now it is just roaming the trade routes and doing some business.

"You are very knowledgeable, my lord."

"Oh, but the learned lord can't keep a down-and-out tax officer."

"You, you know?"

Sean's expression was horrified, and the frame was crooked on his face, a little funny.

"You people are proficient in arithmetic and commerce, and there must be a job for people of this age. Look at this vest, Anton Weisen often wears. ”

"Sean ......"

He swallowed his red wine and continued.

"Although your face is a little pale when you starve in the mountains, you don't have the vicissitudes of running a carriage, you don't have calluses on your hands, and you do mental work."

Adam shook the wooden cup and swirled beautifully, but it did not make a sound of water.

"You appeared in the southern villages with the group of homeless people, wearing pointed shoes used only by nobles, and I can't think of any other identity except to be the tax collector of the subordinate villages and towns for the lord."

Every word he says can bend Sean's head.

The shrewd-looking little man was now on the verge of stumbling at the bar, curling up his legs and feet to hide his torn and deformed shoes.

"I'm ashamed of your cleverness, my lord. I've come here with you with a shy face, thinking that I can repay you for my kindness in planning, but ......"

Sean choked up, his expression ugly, and the man in extreme pain was whimpering silently.

Adam waved his hand, and the middle-aged bartender reluctantly poured half a glass of dry red, and they listened to a story together.

Sean, who should have died from the bandits, was rescued by the homeless led by Adam, experienced escape, and came out of the mountain alive.

Honor, wisdom, generosity, valor, mercy.

Sean saw that the five virtues of knighthood preached in the aristocratic books were all embodied in Adam, the poor acid lord.

When the final choice was made, the down-and-out tax officer stayed, and he gave up returning to Anton Weisen to show off his talent and make a big splash in the planning of the base.

But he was soon disappointed - Adam's mind was hellish and he had a good grasp of the big picture.

Can you imagine?

The stronghold of Shizi Road, he was able to change the horse road and the cargo station, and the development space left by the zoning of the wooden house was larger than that of the town.

While Sean was still calculating the amount of water, Adam had even dug the drain!

Even a separate meal system, a public bath, and shift transfers......

Now the fuck is still digging a manure storage pit, and there is not even a seed in the stronghold, but the lord has begun to hoard fertilizer, and there are still people in Taigang Dadu who are pouring dung on the street!

Sean kept revising and collapsing.

In his imagination, he should be proud to take the plan and go to the lord to ask for credit and become the backbone of the rebuilding of his home, but the reality is that he is impressed by the lord's talent.

Sean is depressed, they are a merchant people, they know how to barter, since they can't repay the favor, they are naturally embarrassed to accept help.

Therefore, he is reluctant to communicate and let people do his laundry for him.

"Sir, if it weren't for the fact that you fell down from exhaustion tonight, I would have suspected that you were not human."

"Keep your mouth shut."

The middle-aged bartender scolded sharply, but he could hear that the little man was praising the lord.

Sean was lost for a long time, and his eyes were full of fighting spirit, and he stared at Adam's calm side face and said goodbye.

"I can't tolerate myself continuing to take advantage of your generosity, I'm getting out of here! Sir, before I leave, I have found a way to repay you. ”

His eyes were blazing, his words were warm, and he was obviously proud!

"That's the field, and the stump restricts the development of the stronghold, right? It doesn't matter, I went to the lower river valley today to see, there are a lot of flat places, if it takes half a month to process stones, it will definitely ......

Well? What's wrong, sir? ”

Adam held out his left hand in front of him in silence.

Different from the previous contemplative appearance, at this moment he frowned, gritted his teeth and pursed his lips, and looked at the other party with sympathy and unbearable eyes.

But in the end, Adam nodded determinedly, drank the empty red wine, and put down the wooden cup.

"Sean, you...... Hey, follow me. ”

A moment later, on the side of the stronghold, in the woods that stretched in the direction of the river.

Adam lifted his riding boots and stomped on the stake.

The hard thing that should have been nailed to the ground actually collapsed like a haystack, and when you looked closely, it was full of loose and loose wooden velvet.

He sighed and closed Sean's chin, his expression almost crazy, and he couldn't believe it was real.

Adam leaned forward with his left hand behind his back and his right hand in front of the stump.

Shaun trembled and rushed forward, stomping a few kicks one by one, and it was clear that the Slavichs were at the top of their calculations, but their knowledge of alchemy and occult arts was scarce.

He sobbed quietly, but he couldn't stop the temptation, the last strength and the sweet dream of leaving after returning the favor in a dashing manner......

Shattered.

[Attitude: The heart is like ashes]

He cried so loudly.

Obviously, you have convinced the other party in every sense, but before you can use it, you must first save his fragile soul. 】