"Master's brother, I'm tired of Lilia." The succubus pounced on Arthur and coquettishly coquettish, moving so many 'many' things, she needed some comfort.

The orcs are coming, and all the farmers and yeoman farmers have taken action to transport their belongings to the city, whether it is food or all the materials that can be used, even the curtains have been removed and moved into the city.

Farmers and tenant farmer families are good to say, and if they die, they will have some food, but the homesteaders are different, in addition to the weapons and armor handed down from their ancestors, the most important ones are those important books that represent the family inheritance.

Money and life can be without, but not a single book can be lost, and Arthur is no exception, but Arthur has a better place than to save his possessions in the town.

The door to the space was open, and piles of things were carried by Lilia, who flashed her little wings, while Arthur sorted them out and made sure they were back in their original state when they came back.

"Don't make a fuss, you'll have to transport the grain later, damn it, I knew that it would be sold when the harvest was coming, when will this be transported." Arthur covered his head, thousands of pounds of sweet potatoes, this year's harvest is too 'timely'.

Although Arthur's land is not large, but the yield per acre is high, there are more than 3,000 catties of harvest per acre of land, because there is no shortage of money this year, and there are a lot of small green skins at home that cost rations.

Unlike books, small things in the house can be stored in the wizard's tower, and all the food has to be transported to the town to ensure that it is not left for the orcs to be snatched back as rations.

Arthur didn't want to attract attention, and he didn't plan to make an exception, anyway, it wasn't confiscated, Arthur kept the grain well, and the surplus was sold directly to the lord when he got to the town.

"Buckle buckle...... Arthur, are you alright? The volume has come. "Uncle Viñoch's voice came from outside the door, and his family, like Arthur, needed to get the extra food to the town.

"Alright, I'll come out right away." Patting the dust on his body, Arthur rubbed his waist, it was uncomfortable to bend over and tidy it up, and from time to time he had to be suddenly attacked by the little succubus, which added a lot of burden.

Each yeoman farmer had a large amount of grain in stock, and naturally it was impossible for all of them to be brought into the town on their own, as in the previous days when the lords had enough grain, and the tenant farmers would come to the door with carts to collect it.

Arthur and Peter Ryder's families were the farthest away homesteaders, so when they received Arthur's family, they were already the last batch, and almost all of Morado's grain had been put into the granary.

"That's all there is to it?" Unlike Peter Ryder's big bags and small bags, Arthur's luggage is very simple, and he doesn't look like a burden.

"That's it, I'll send the rest to the teacher's house, which is safer than anywhere else." Arthur told Uncle what he had wanted for a long time.

Obviously, this explanation was very convincing, and as long as the homesteaders who were present at the banquet that day knew that Arthur had such a teacher behind him who could make Winter Frost have to retreat.

Although the yeoman farmer valued his own inheritance, Arthur's situation was relatively special, and it was useless for a warlock to pass on other professions, and as for ordinary history and educational books, each family also had its own content passed down, and some of the wealthy peasant families also circulated to some extent.

In comparison, the inheritance of the Arthur family has become the secret that they don't have to worry about being stolen by other families, but they don't know that the history books of the Arthur family are not of the same grade as them, and the inheritance of the Demon King's family, the secrets recorded, how can they be comparable to ordinary families.

Peter Ryder's family may have read some of Ade's thoughts, and as for relying on Ade's goods to find out the difference, Arthur thinks it's more reliable to rely on this guy not to think about ordering books and baked sweet potatoes all day long.

"Please, if we hand over all the food, we'll all starve to death!" An old man with a sad look pleaded in front of the guards guarding the town gate.

At first glance, he thought that the official master was going to forcibly requisition food, Arthur shook his head, he had seen a lot of such scenes in the past few days.

"Everyone who enters the city must hand over food, and the lord doesn't refuse to give money, and he will give you free food when he returns, why are you holding on to this ration." The guards are also helpless, they are not the master.

Each family entering the city was allowed to leave five days' worth of food, and the rest had to be sold to the lord for distribution as supplies hoarded during the war.

In Arthur's opinion, this is a good thing, although the food is a little worse, but at least the food does not cost money.

But the problem is that in the eyes of these peasants who have taken refuge outside the town, it is like dying, and all the grain they grow has been collected, and they can't really leave the town.

They came to take refuge, but they didn't come to live and die with Morado, and once Morado couldn't hold on, he would definitely not fight desperately.

I'm afraid it's precisely because of these problems that the lords of the Bandong Kingdom will come up with such a rule, it's okay to protect it, and it's okay to give you free food, but don't think about it if you want to eat it.

If you want to be protected, you have to pay something, but unfortunately, these farmers in other towns do not understand, or are not willing to understand, such a simple truth.

"Sure enough, the more backward the productive forces, the stronger the national and regional concepts, and the weaker the national concepts, on the contrary, the weaker the national concepts."

Many peasants and tenant farmers had no idea of the Bandong Kingdom at all, and in their eyes, the largest area was only the lords around their villages and towns and the land they cultivated.

But in order to protect these lands, those rulers also need to pay a lot of money to maintain their interests and power.

The old farmer was entangled for a long time, blocking the cost by half, and although the convoy of transportation was barely able to pass, the speed was much slower.

"Whoever is making trouble, if you don't pay the food, go back to me, there are holes in the mountains for you to drill, if you don't want to stay, go and live in the cave with the goblin, when the time comes, the hole will be blocked by the orcs, I will see who will save you." The lone wolf had a murderous face, it was enough that so many people had come to the town, and there were still people blocking the city gate to make trouble for him, how could he be happy?

Although his identity is not ordinary, it is no different in the face of orcs, he is just a big warrior-level shield warrior, and he is not afraid of the giant wolf cavalry of orcs when fighting alone, but in the face of the roaring wolves, he is just a mantis arm as a car.

Kicking away the old peasant, the lone wolf saw Arthur who was watching from the sidelines, showed a tired smile, waved his hand to signal the convoy to pass quickly, the orcs may appear at any time, they have to hurry up and close the city gates, if they are rushed into the city, I am afraid that Morado can only stage a desperate bloody battle.