The small town of Faun, close to the manor to the east.

The manor house is nearly ten acres in size, and within the fence of the manor, which is close to three meters, there is a wood, a stream, and a large field, and next to the stream is a mill that looks earthy in the distance, made of wooden frames and some adobe bricks.

However, because of the lack of power in the stream, the mill did not have facilities such as waterwheels, but used ordinary livestock, like most of the aristocratic farmers in the Northland in those days.

Cows, donkeys, or horses.

The whip tore through the air, there was a crisp "pop", and a horse that was repeatedly grinding in circles gasped, and the pace of the horse's hooves became slower and slower, which also made it suffer the first corporal punishment since the start of work today—

The corporal punishment was given to an old acquaintance who could not be called a friend, a farmer hired by the Baron Cardinal's family, Ford.

"Stupid and lazy brutes only deserve to eat whips!"

"Ah, you old horse, aren't you full? You know, I've fed you a whole sheaf of hay from the whole night to now, and although it's much worse than the food of your brothers who are war horses, it's still enough to fill your stomach......, right?"

After a severe whip on the horse's bare buttocks, Farmer Ford felt his depression much restored, and he had been severely reprimanded by the old butler the morning for the few days that the Baron had been away from the manor, and the wheat flour milled in the mill had been missing several bags.

"Ford, you stupid, lazy guy, is that how you treat your job?"

The old butler spread his legs and crossed his waist, and said to Ford with a proud head, his eyes did not look directly at this lowly subordinate—

The latter bowed down, and almost all of the saliva that the old butler had spurted from his missing teeth as he spoke fell on his thin, dry hair, but he did not dare to move, and could only endure it in silence.

"The lost flour, Ford, you must make reparations while the Baron doesn't know about it."

"But, Mr. Boers, these things have nothing to do with me."

Farmer Ford was telling the truth, when the news of the undead invasion of Faun reached the manor, he saw that Lord Baron and his knights were riding horses and preparing to leave the manor, and the direction in which Lord Baron had left was the north, the road out of the town.

He began to suspect that the Baron might be planning to escape—

He had already heard the maids and servants in the castle talking about the number of invading undead, and even the well-trained garrison in the town had been killed and wounded in a matter of moments after they had fought with the undead.

"I can't stay here and die, after all, my wife and children who remain in my hometown still need my care."

Farmer Ford watched the backs of the Baron and the knights flying away from the manor, and he secretly packed his belongings, intending to take advantage of this opportunity to run back to his hometown—

Somewhere in the countryside of the Taron region, a small village of more than 200 people.

Unfortunately, he walked too slowly, without horses and other means of transportation, and when he was walking out of the manor and into the confines of the town of Faun, the skeletons and rotting corpses were already appearing all over the town, and he turned pale with fright, and he quickly joined the townsfolk who were fleeing in all directions in the streets, and fortunately, they finally escaped into a tavern—

He spent half a restless afternoon and a whole night in that tavern, tossing and turning all night on a hard bed.

The kind-hearted tavern owner didn't charge for their lodging, and he remembered the name of the tavern in town, "The Fox and the Berry". The name seemed to him to have an interesting little story behind it, and he wondered if he could inquire about this story, and when he returned to the village at the New Year's Festival, he happened to tell it to his lovely child—

But he was so nervous that he forgot about it.

To make matters worse, the sacks of flour that had been left in the mill had disappeared during his absence.

Surely some shameless thief!

Facing the scolding of the old butler Boers, he lowered his head and stared at his worn-out boots, which were made of the same inferior pigskin, which he had worn for many years, and the patchwork of leather on the upper was full of wrinkles and cracks—

Although he had saved enough money to buy a new pair of leather boots at the shop in town, he gave up the luxury of thinking that his wife and children would have to send some Rael back regularly.

"Heh, Ford...... I had never thought that a simple farmer would not be able to use these sophistry skills, but now I am very disappointed, and I would like to emphasize that in this manor, in this mill, every grain of wheat is the property of the Baron—"

"The flour was definitely taken by some guy with unclean hands and feet, and it has nothing to do with me."

Farmer Ford was still arguing, and he didn't look at the old butler in front of him—

The gray-haired, well-groomed gentleman was looking angry, and he was even considering whether or not to lynch the dishonest farmer.

Although only the Baron had the power to punish his subordinates, he was a loyal servant of the Cardinal family for many years, and at some times overstepped his bounds. Presumably, Lord Baron wouldn't care too much.

He stared at the farmer, who was upsetting him.

"Are you in the mill, Mr. Boers?"

The two of them heard a rush of footsteps outside, the old butler was familiar with the voice, and it was none other than the knight closest to Baron Cardinau—

He responded, and the knight, dressed in everyday casual clothes, quickly entered the mill, and the old butler had changed to a smiling and gentle face.

The knight and the old key didn't exchange any pleasantries.

"The Baron is looking for you."

"I'll go right over."

They took the farmer Ford on the side as air and didn't even look at it.

"Looks like I'm in some trouble, well, I'll have to go find my pretty niece, who might be able to say something to the Baron."

Farmer Ford muttered in pieces, and when the old butler and the knight were gone, he continued to drive the horse-drawn stone mill—from this point of view he was worthy of sufficient diligence in his work. At the very least, the daily flour output is enough to meet the needs of the entire estate's population.

……

The old butler Boers and the knight came to Baron Cardinor's study.

The room was decorated with some ordinary wooden furniture, some decorations such as frescoes that were common in the homes of ordinary nobles, and some books were placed in the bookcase.

The old butler Boers knew very well that his current master, although he was not excellent in all aspects, was by no means an unlearned and unskilled person.

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