Bright sunlight shone on the windowsill.

Cliffman had come to his feet on his good wood bed. He rubbed his eyes, shook the bell on his bedside table, and then walked to the window on the east side of the room, opened the curtains, and stretched out at the rising sun.

Looking at the busy farmers outside the curtain, he couldn't help but smile.

This is the town of Guth, his domain.

A few decades ago, Cliffman's grandfather had gone from a professional adventurer to a decent pioneer nobleman thanks to his exploits in the second battle of the City of Westflow against the Emerald City.

After applying for the development qualification, his grandfather took the hundreds of displaced people provided by Xiliu City and a large amount of supplies prepared by himself, and came to the north of Xiliu City, 24 miles northeast of the Osme Guard Tower, to establish his own settlement.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

After a while, his servants knocked on the door and entered the room and began to wash and dress Cliffman.

As a decent noble lord, Cliffman did not allow himself to dress sloppily and casually like a peasant, and today he chose a gray and white hunting suit with a long sword hanging on.

Although Cliffman did not have his grandfather's prowess and years of pampering had made him forget the art of fighting, he still liked to wear a long sword to show off the prowess of the nobility.

After solemnly wearing the "Gold Medal for Outstanding Contribution", which represents his grandfather's merits, and the "Flowing Water Dedication Medal", which represents the glory of the family, he straightened his chest and tidied up his clothes.

Walking down the stairs to the dining room on the first floor, today's breakfast was already on the table, he looked at it, there were white bread, ale, smoked pheasant and some seasonal vegetables, he nodded with satisfaction, sat down on the main seat and began to enjoy his breakfast.

Although his breakfast was exquisite, it was still a little less luxurious than some of the big nobles, but as a third-generation pioneer nobleman, he was already very satisfied.

At the beginning, his grandfather was an adventurer, fighting with his life and blood, wasn't it just such a peaceful and quiet day?

While he was eating, a middle-aged man dressed in a linen robe came in from the house, and Cliffman recognized it as his uncle Noonan, his housekeeper and financial adviser and warehouse keeper and secretary.

He used to work as an accountant in a quarry, but since his father's death, he has promoted him to the rank of political officer of his domain.

Cliffman beckoned Nonan to sit down and dine together, and Nonan sat down unceremoniously, poured himself a glass of ale, cut a piece of chicken breast, and took the bread and ate it in large gulps.

During meals, Noonan usually reports on the work that is happening in the town, and although it is tedious, as a lord, Cliffman feels that he should know everything about what is happening in the territory.

"Your Excellency...... Ahem, the monsters on the other side of the town's mines attacked the miners again yesterday...... Our earnings from yesterday have dropped again......" Nonan said with some slurry.

Hear the words.

Cliffman's face was a little ugly.

As a "new" town, as a lord, his biggest benefit is the quarry north of the town, and the city of Xiliu, as an important port of Varesian, has a great need for many basic materials.

The quarry provided the stone for Cliffman's personal property, and when it was supplied to the city of Weststream, the proceeds were his own.

But not long ago, there was something that made him feel bad.

A group of goblins from an unknown source have taken over the quarry.

Goblins are like cockroaches in houses, with tenacious vitality and large numbers.

In the wild, goblins are littered one by one, and nests can be found next to grass nests, small hills, and shrubs. Sometimes when there are too many goblins, they will even form small tribes, which can be a bit tricky.

When they reach a certain level, they will attack the farmland of some villages. Even, it poses a threat to the town and the pioneer territory.

"Damn goblins, I swear, when I catch these filthy creatures, I'll break their bones one by one, and hang their heads on wooden poles to dry!"

Cliffman cursed under his breath.

"Look, my lord...... Are we going to requisition miners to mine...... As long as we are careful and strict, I believe that the gains can still be maintained......" Nonan said cautiously.

"Humph!"

Cliffman snorted coldly, noticing the corners of Nonan's slightly pulled mouth and eyebrows.

The lord knew very well that his uncle would reach out in some places, but usually it didn't matter, and it didn't affect the overall situation, as long as it wasn't too much, for the sake of his mother, who died early due to overwork, he didn't care about anything.

But.

"The whole town of Guth belongs to me, the quarries are mine, and the people are mine! It's nothing to die, but I love to hear the praise of 'Merciful Lord Cliffman'......"

Cliffman said lightly.

He's not stupid.

If the miners are forced to mine, those miners and the mines are his wealth.

Although he could maintain the profits, his uncle's hand would not stop, but if the miner died, his property would be lost.

Hearing Cliffman's cold words, Nonan shut his mouth in a huff.

After the breakfast morning meeting.

Cliffman left his two-storey cabin and next to it there were two wooden longhouses, which were generally divided into 6-8 rooms and could accommodate up to 32 people.

One of the two longhouses housed his squires and apprentices, and the other housed his soldiers.

As a serious aristocrat, Cliffman had a total of 2 knight apprentices and 6 armed squires, as well as a quota of 20 regular soldiers and 60 militiamen, but he was not fully recruited because he was shy (stingy) and only equipped with 5 soldiers and 20 militiamen.

In fact.

There is no limit to the number of militias or the armed forces of any frontier territory. On the surface, it is only allowed to recruit so many people, but if the lord has money, expanding the army is not a big deal.

In the days of Cliffman's grandfather.

The soldiers in Guth are all overflowing, and they are in the town's training grounds.

His grandfather even personally directed and trained the militia, and the original town of Gus was also a brave pioneer town that no one should be underestimated.

There is even a blacksmith shop in the town of Gus.

The blacksmith shop was built alongside stables, leather shops, grocery stores, and warehouses, and in the past there were squires who maintained his equipment and washed and fed the horses.

The knight's squire is arguably a very important part of the knight, and they are responsible for most of the knight's chores, such as maintaining equipment, washing horses, putting on armor, keeping vigils, driving, etc. There were even armed squires who would follow the knights into battle, scouting their way and covering their flanks.

Squires are usually from the civilian class, and a safe and stable squire is an excellent way out for civilians with no talent for spellcasting, compared to risk-takers who are dangerous and have little way out.

Many young people want to become the squires of the knights, and then they will arm the squire, establish merit and become knights' apprentices, and eventually become knights to achieve the leap in life.

It's a pity.

Crifman's father, a miser, believed that his domain had survived the difficult years of exploration, so he cut back his military spending and began to control the force of his territory.

Today.

Faced with the goblins occupying the mine, just more than thirty bear goblins left them helpless, and they had to send out a task to ask for help.

If Cliffman's grandfather Izumishita found out, he didn't know if the coffin board would still be pressed.

"When I get rid of those hateful goblins, I'm going to have to recruit them! Arm Guth Town! Cliffman thought viciously.

He walked along the path in the town, along the way all the residents humbly bowed their heads to greet their lords, from time to time there would be farmers to offer the lord today's harvest, some fruits, some hunting, Cliffman nodded all the way, while taking an apple from the farmer, muttering as he gnawed, "This is what I deserve, not a bargain."

Outside the city, 600 acres of dry land had been cultivated and spring wheat had been planted, and Cliffman recalled the income his uncle had calculated for him in the morning, which would make at least 13,500 gold coins, and with this money he could strengthen the stone walls of the town.

Fortify the stone walls, build a tower, buy some good weapons and equipment, and recruit some soldiers by the way......

Realizing the danger of weak force, Cliffman was thinking about at least restoring the armed forces of Guth Town to protect himself, and he became a little irritated when he calculated this, as it seemed that the soldiers were really costing gold.

Just as he was struggling with the future cost of the territory in terms of force, a sentry hurried over.