Perhaps the Sorato Territory was once prosperous, but in the course of centuries of war, the prosperous and beautiful villages were ablaze, castles were reduced to ruins, and the forests of the mountains were turned into lifeless, scorched earth.

After the end of the war, the nobles occupied a large number of fertile fields and residences, and the empty ferry only changed owners, but people's lives did not change because of this.

Most of the farmers and slaves had to work day and night in order to get enough food to feed their families.

But the nobles greedily drained the last drop of their blood, using whips and swords to drive them like cattle.

For the people who have lived on this land for generations, it never matters who wins the war, and in the end their fate is the same.

Rand still remembers the first time he went to the nobleman's field and saw the eyes of the serfs.

Filled with a dead gray, without a trace of expectation for future life, like a corpse.

Even when the overseers' whips and sticks were drawn on them, they did not react much, as if they had fully adapted to this dark life.

"The nobles are well fed with food and clothing, they live in the most luxurious houses, they enjoy the best treatment, and they are able to take the lives of slaves and peasants at will," Rand said, holding his glass, the cold liquid sliding down his throat, "Probably in the eyes of others, these are perfectly normal, as has always been the case on the mainland." ”

"The lowly peasants were slaves of the nobility or something, and I never agreed with that. Rand shook his head, "Because in their eyes, the farmers and soldiers have never been treated as the same "people" as themselves. “

"Tools, cattle, or cannon fodder that can be discarded at any time?" I don't know what the people are in their eyes, but ......," Rand said very seriously, "they never paid attention to the power of the people. ”

"They are all wrong, they only rely on hegemony and cannot rule forever. ”

"I want to build a territory where even low-level farmers can live with dignity. ”

Rannyrus stood silently beside Rand, and he could tell whether Rand was telling the truth or a lie, things like that he had heard before, but from the oppressed farmers.

So far, he had not heard of any of the nobles.

From Rand's standpoint, Lanilus could imagine how much courage he would have to show to say such a thing.

The class system on the continent was so strict that the aristocracy enjoyed all privileges, and even the Holy See acquiesced in this law.

But now, this young man standing in front of him, he said, is wrong.

Rannierus didn't know whether to laugh at the arrogance of the other party or admire the courage of the other party.

A hot-blooded young man who dares to confront the world?

And what he said was not empty words, before the feast began, Lenilus walked around the Empty Ferry Territory in advance, and found that most of the land of the Empty Ferry Territory was erected on the land, with the name of the landowner written on it, and when he inquired, he found that these lands belonged to the soldiers or farmers themselves, and the nobles or knights had only a very small part of the land.

If that wasn't enough to surprise Laneruth, the monolithic dwelling he saw in the open space north of the castle completely changed his impression of Rand.

If he was not mistaken, the improvised houses were inhabited by poor people and old people who could not work.

In other territories, people like this are the kind of people who are left to fend for themselves.

However, in the Empty Ferry Territory, Rand took out a sum of money to build a home for them and distribute relief food.

It's stupid.

But Ranilus did see in the eyes of the inhabitants of the Kongdu Realm a ...... that was different from the people of other realms

One is called something hopeful.

This guy is really ......

Ambitious.

Lanilus couldn't imagine that if Rand's policy spread to all parts of the continent, and oppressed serfs, soldiers, and craftsmen came to join him, then how powerful a force would gather around him, and the whole continent would tremble, plus the Capetian family behind him, he could really change the world.

It's just that then the interests of the nobility and rulers will be touched, and the resistance and pressure he will face will be stronger than ever, but if he can withstand the pressure and move forward, when he reaches the top of the throne, he will become the end of an era.

A country without hegemons.

Lanelous didn't know if this change was good or bad, but he knew very well that whenever a war broke out, a kingdom was established and collapsed, and merchants could reap a lot of benefits from it, and if they were lucky, they could even become the top families on the continent.

Just as Lenny Ruth was in a state of flux, cheers and applause suddenly came from the square.

Instead of wearing the old uniform, Iron Fist changed into a jacket, wore a brand-new cowhide hat, a cloth bag with fire tied around his waist, and carried a flintlock spear in his hand, dressed like an old cowboy, and walked into the middle of the crowd with big leather boots.

"Iron Fist Instructor!Dance!Dance!" the militia recruits in the crowd cheered wildly.

"Don't look at the dance, don't look at the dance!" another voice overwhelmed the previous cheers, "We're going to see the target!

"Yes, we're going to see the target!"

"Shoot the target!"

"Dancing...... "The guy who was dancing before didn't know who gave him a stick from behind.

Compared with dancing, the soldiers prefer to watch more technical and technological things, mainly because the production of flintlock pistols is low, and most of the soldiers are not qualified to operate it themselves, so at this time, seeing Iron Fist with a flintlock pistol appear, their curiosity naturally prevails.

Among the soldiers in the crowd who had participated in the defense of the fortress wall became popular, surrounded by their companions, explaining the new weapon to them.

"This is the musket, didn't I tell you, just reload* and pull the trigger......" A bearded soldier gesticulated with a glass of dark beer, "Bang! The enemy's head is shattered." ”

"When I have the chance, I'll let you try it yourself...... Hey, who made me choose to be a musketeer by my lord. The bearded man was happy, and his words revealed indescribable pride.

Iron Fist looked around and pressed his hands down, but the applause did not diminish it.

"Raise the target!"