The castle had to be repaired first, and this whirlwind stone staircase was too dangerous, even if the viscount was already a priest, it would be terrible if he fell. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Sebadian cautiously walked up the stone staircase, still thinking in his heart. The sunlight reflected on his face through the stone window, and the brows that had always been frowned in the past were relaxed, making the temperament of the middle-aged man much brighter.

He was busy finishing up the banquet all day yesterday, and it was not easy to clean up the banquet for Ms. Huanyue. After using up the soap horns accumulated in the castle, he made sure that the hall and the second floor did not smell a trace of fishy smell, and he also personally inspected every corner, never letting things that should not be left in the castle pollute the Viscount's sacred territory.

As soon as he got up today, the maid said that the viscount had called him, and he was immediately full of energy.

If he hadn't made it clear to the Viscount yesterday, the Viscount wouldn't have relied on him as much as he had done in the past.

Sebadian was glad that he had made his decision, and even more glad that the viscount was no longer the young master who only knew how to lift the skirt of the maid in the past.

Through the stone window, he could see the temple in the distance, and he remembered the viscount's confident demeanor yesterday.

It has only been a month since he inherited the title, and the viscount has built the temple and planned more things. This kind of action is not at all comparable to the previous viscount.

You have to work harder, Shavin Sebadian, don't fail to catch up with the old man.

Standing in front of the door of the study, the butler once again admonished himself in his heart, and then knocked on the door.

"Enter—"

The Viscount's voice still has a bit of a voice-changing tail, not as deep and deep as an adult, but it's good that it makes it easier to hear his emotions. In a few years, it should be like those big people in the royal capital, and the joy and anger will be invisible.

In the study, the viscount was talking to the temple priest Tarence, who Sebadian was as respectful as any other clergyman.

He believed in Sif, the god of nobility, and did not know much about the Crimson Lady. Since it was the viscount's faith, he did not dare to make a presumptuous evaluation.

It's just that this old man took advantage of church affairs to divert a lot of the viscount's time and energy, which made Sebadian a little dissatisfied.

Siv forbids that the Viscount didn't really dedicate his entire territory to the Church, otherwise he would have bowed to this old fellow.

The viscount looked very happy: "Sebadian, we have money!"

Two golden objects were raised in his hand, and Sebadian's heart stopped beating. If you read it correctly, it was the Golden Ticket of the Chamber of Commerce, and the minimum denomination was one thousand gold bushels.

"Four thousand gold bushels!"

Sebadian was shocked to learn the amount of money the viscount had received, and thinking back to what the viscount said yesterday, his perception of the viscount soared from admiration to awe in an instant.

Suppressing the urge to weep, he muttered, "Wonderful! Only a thousand are left to pay the king's debt!"

"Sebadian, you're a small peasant ......"

The viscount said: "There are still more than four months left on the king's side, and when the time comes, the money is for investment, and I am looking for you to talk about it." ”

Sebadian didn't understand what "small peasant thought" meant, but the Viscount had studied abroad in Erika for several years, and it was normal for him to say some fashionable phrases that he didn't understand.

"So, sir, what are your plans now?"

Sebadian decided that from now on he would obediently be an executor, and he would listen to what the viscount said, and no longer expose his stupidity and ignorance.

The viscount patted the paper on the table, and wrote something in charcoal: "Let's talk about the situation in the territory first, and see if there is any discrepancy with my estimate." ”

"Yes, sir. ”

Sebadian is very confident in this regard, and it is the basic duty of a steward to keep abreast of the situation in the territory at all times, of course, only at the level of the viscount. The higher-ranking nobles had to leave the affairs of the castle and the territory to different stewards because they had too many affairs.

The Viscounty of Prell is the southernmost part of the kingdom and owns nearly 3,000 square kilometers of land, most of which is mountainous, and less than a fifth of the flat land can be used for cultivation and grazing. Moreover, the territory is crisscrossed by rivers, and the traffic is very inconvenient.

There are more than 20 small villages and a small town in the territory, and the population is about 4,000, which is relatively large and sparsely populated compared to other noble territories.

The only advantage is that the average age of the people is low. There is a high rate of infant mortality here, but there are also many freemen and serfs, and adults do not live long.

If it is around the royal capital or other wealthy areas, churches are clustered, and temples are all over the ground, and some basic medical services will be provided to the common people, and the average age is higher. Now that the realm also has a temple, the situation should improve.

As for the property in the territory, it can be said that there is no at all. Otherwise, when the viscount just returned to the castle, Sebadian would not have made a list of the various rights and interests in the territory and let the viscount choose to sell them.

The income of the territory depended entirely on taking food from the mouths of the peasants, and the few copper and silver pennies from the pockets of the townspeople, and their standard of living was predictable.

Sebadian felt very sorry that the place of the viscount was poor and white.

The viscount asked, "Isn't there a cash crop suitable for growing in the realm?" I mean something of more value." ”

Ignoring the strange words of the viscount, Sebadian said: "Some lords, the land here is fertile, the rain is abundant, and the cultivation of alfalfa, mustard grass and the like has a short ripening period and high yield, and there will be a good harvest, but it needs to be carefully cared for, and the mud legs do not have that patience." ”

The viscount's eyes lit up again, and Sebadian thought, the lord probably had some big plan.

Sure enough, the viscount asked a question that made Sebadi jump with peace of mind: "If the farmers are gathered together and cultivate a large field of these fields, how much will it cost to invest each year?" ”

"Five hundred!?"

Not to mention Sebadian, even Tarence opened his mouth wide.

"But, don't the farmers have their own fields, and how are they gathered?"

Sebadian thought it was unbelievable, and he turned all the bachelors in the realm into serfs, and he had to farm according to the lord's instructions.

"Can they have enough to eat by farming their own land? If they can't eat enough, what do they need to do in the fields?"

The viscount said what sounded harsh to the farmer, and then looked at Tarrens: "Gather in the name of the church, set up a farm, and plant mustard grass, I remember it was dye, just right." ”

Tarence understood, "You mean turning them into apprentices to the church?"

Sebadian was about to speak, and the viscount said as if he could read minds: "It's just a name, but it's actually managed by Sebadian's side." ”

The butler breathed a sigh of relief, and swallowed back the words that he had originally wanted to advise the viscount.

He did a rough math and reported a number to the viscount.

"Three hundred gold bushels, feeding five hundred people for a year, this is only food. ”

The viscount said, "Add clothes, tools, and building materials, and count it as five hundred gold bushels, one gold bushel per person." ”

Are you serious?

Sebadian shouted in his heart, and the viscount asked, "Even if you add the name of the church, you may not be able to bring all the people here, will there be an uprising by coercion?"

The Viscount is serious......

Sebadian was half nervous, but the other half couldn't help but calculate.

"With Mr. Sardar and the guards here, how dare the mud-legged men of the territory resist? But they have long legs, and they will run on their own, and even if they are caught, they will run on the farm. ”

Then all the thoughts came to me: "If there is a more tempting promise on the church side, and the land rent is raised on the territory side, so that they can't survive by farming alone, I think they should all come." ”

"Very well, you make a detailed plan first, and the place is there. I hope to have a farm in a month, and the fields will be cleared and grass can be planted right away. ”

The Viscount stood by the window and pointed to the vast tidal flat to the west of the foothills, which was just across the river from the town.

Sebadian put the decision he had just made behind him: "To reclaim such a wasteland, it can't be done in a month." In addition, the river will flood in the summer, and the embankment will have to be rebuilt. ”

"It's okay, I'll hire a mage or a druid to do it. ”

The viscount said something that made Sebadian panic: "Now we have money. ”

Sebadian walked out of the study, in a trance, and the energy that had filled his body before suddenly dissipated.

He really didn't understand the viscount's intention to do this, in order to develop? plus the money to hire people, he had to spend thousands of gold bushels, how much dye could be bought with this money?

What made him even more confused was that he had never heard of this kind of concentrated farming. When did the lord take care of what the mud legs planted? Isn't it just to collect the rent?

With my lord's performance yesterday, I shouldn't be so nonsense.

Could it be that this is the oracle of the Crimson Lady?

Sebadi was relieved, as long as the lord obtained the favor of the gods, the church would develop, and the territory would naturally benefit. The investment of a thousand gold bushels, which is very different from the practices of other nobles, is nothing.

When you think about it, it makes sense.

And then he was even more confused, and what was the Crimson Lady for?

With a heavy heart, Sebadian's feet slipped, and Gollum rolled from the second floor to the first floor.