The next morning, a herald rode into the Banshee Castle. He stepped onto the drawbridge, crossed the city gates, and quickly passed through the town square and into the central avenue under the watchful eye of the tower sentry.

The aristocratic servants who had been working in the streets avoided and watched the horses stop at the door of the Buchi family's mansion.

The herald brought urgent news, he was looking for a noble officer on duty. The noble officer then reported to the housekeeper, who assessed the severity of the situation and knocked on the door of the master's bedroom.

The young and beautiful maid half-covered her clothes, opened the door unhappily, and asked, "The master of the house is still sleeping, what happened?" ”

The housekeeper must apologize for disturbing the rest of the housekeeper, and then report that there is an emergency. The maid would close the door, and it would be at least half an hour before it opened again.

In the bedroom, the magic skylight breathes through the morning rain and dew. The sun shines obliquely on the corner of the wall, bright and not dazzling. Pillar bed, Friedman. Bouche was covered with a silky thin quilt, and a few maids were busy serving.

The Buchi patriarch in his forties was the age of energy and ambition. He has a bear face with a hooked nose, reddish skin, a rough face, and pitted face.

It's really not a good look.

But those who are familiar always refer to Friedman as a 'wolf'. It's just because this patriarch has the commanding ability of the 'head wolf', and the ruthlessness and patience of the 'evil wolf'.

Friedman's daily routine is very regular, he wakes up on time, goes to work on time, and plays on time. The development of the Otherworld's ** is often measured in 'weeks', so he arranges affairs by 'days' and never seems hectic.

The Buchi patriarch liked this unhurried aristocratic mood. He used this regular lifestyle as a recipe for success and taught it to everyone he knew.

If outsiders want to please Friedman, praise him for his step-by-step approach to time. It would make him very happy.

It's a good thing to have a sense of time, and the development of Banshee Castle is also so regular. Buying and selling, building construction, farming, everything is done according to the pre-planned time.

To a certain extent, this makes the management of the city more orderly and conducive to development. The residents of the city praised the patriarch of the family as a wise and wise man who brought happiness and a good life to everyone.

Friedman didn't feel that he had much ambition, and he never had the luxury of swallowing a force in one gulp. In his planning, all plans are made in 'years'.

Achieving his goals little by little is what makes Friedman happiest. He is full of enthusiasm and joy every day for this, and he is full of energy.

"The idiots of the Northland like to fight for a little profit, and bullying them is as easy as bullying ignorant children. I couldn't even find an opponent who could bother me.

When I crushed those fools with absolute strength, I watched them crawl at my feet and weep bitterly. When the livestock, the fields, and the people are all mine, my heart is exceedingly excited.

But all the opponent's moves are within my plan, and all this is extremely boring. ”

Well......, Friedman likes to talk to his valet about his daily thoughts and thoughts. He likes to be adored and to be asked silly questions.

His Excellency the Patriarch considers himself to be the chess player who controls the chessboard. Probably what he hated the most was that someone smashed an apple on the chessboard, messing up the game and disrupting all his plans.

Now, the apple has come down.

Every day at half past seven, the patriarch will get up.

But it was about a quarter of an hour early this day, and the butler in charge came knocking at the door. The maid came to make an announcement, but Friedman decided to get up 'on time'.

The hourglass in the bedroom was finished on time at 'half past seven', and the patriarch got up and completed a series of ritualistic early work in a step-by-step manner. He wouldn't step out of the bedroom door until eight o'clock.

The steward, who was in charge of the house, stood guard outside the door, waiting for the master's inquiry: "My dear butler, is there any good news for me today?" ”

"Uh......, sir." The housekeeper in charge hunched his back and reported behind the patriarch, "Our granary in Shitan Town caught fire last night, and all the grain was burned. ”

Ga......?

This early morning is bad news!

A granary fire is even worse news than bad news.

"How many granaries?"

"All, three granaries."

All?!

Friedman lived half his life, and it wasn't that he hadn't heard bad news. But it was really distressing that all three granaries were burned.

The town of Rocky Beach is the transportation center of the Banshee Castle to the north. There are three granaries in the town, each of which can store fifty tons of grain.

Recently, in order to supply Bishop's army to the north, the three granaries were overstocked with almost 60 tons of grain and more than 100 tons of horse feed.

Don't underestimate the more than 200 tons of grain and grass, it is enough to feed Bishop's thousands of men and horses for a week.

One week was exactly when Friedman estimated that the battle would reach Coldwind territory. In a week, Bishop's army will be able to collect food in the enemy's territory without the need for the Banshee Fortress to transport it with a lot of manpower and material resources.

But now the army has gone out to run half the way, and the granaries responsible for supplying food and drink to the front have been burned. It's too uncomfortable to get stuck at this point in time.

The patriarch frowned, he casually ordered to send someone to confirm the situation, and continued to eat breakfast step by step, meet with the family members step by step, and also went to the study to deal with government affairs for half a day within the specified time.

As for the thorny problem of running out of food on the front line, ...... isn't this still without food.

Hold it down, and maybe there's a clever solution.

After all, Shitan Town is more than ten kilometers away from the Banshee Castle, and the news that has come back is not accurate and exhaustive. When the follow-up information comes, maybe the problem will be solved.

By noon, no new news had come from the town of Rocky Beach. But there was worse news from an estate outside the city, Fils, who was under the tutelage of the Butchers. Long Legs died.

He died very miserably.

The last patriarch of the Longlegs family hangs up, and Friedman has no sadness about it. As the war develops, the use value of this puppet is getting lower and lower, and sooner or later it will die.

But it was not the time for this man to die, and it would have been better if he had died a week later. Death now will look ugly for the Buchs.

Anyone who knows the news will think that this must have been ordered by Friedman to be executed, just to swallow the territory of Coldwind in one gulp. But His Excellency the Patriarch doesn't want to carry this black cauldron.

"Who killed Fils?"

"I'm sorry, sir. It is not known at this time. ”

The housekeeper in charge also learned the news, and was waiting for the patriarch to order whether to investigate?

Although it was only a few kilometers away from the city, there was no instant communication. The steward of the manor hurried to report. But what really happened, we have to send professional officials to the scene to see.

The fire in the grain depot is waiting for further news, and now there is another death. The lord of the Banshee Castle, the patriarch of the Buchi family, and the noble Lord Friedman, were really not in a good mood.

Information is so slow and vague, and decision-making is naturally delayed. After all, this matter in front of him has not yet threatened the survival of the family, so he can't let the patriarch run away in person.

So the day passed.

The step-by-step Friedman patriarch entertained at night, went to bed on time, woke up again at half past seven the next day, and walked out of the room at eight o'clock on time.

As usual, he asked the housekeeper who was guarding outside the bedroom, "My dear butler, is there any good news for me today?" ”

"Uh......, sir. A hundred carts of grain and grass that we urgently allocated to Baron Bishop yesterday were robbed halfway through. All the horses were killed, all the wagons were destroyed, and more than half of the grain and grass were burned on the spot. ”

Robbed? Destroyed?

Friedman's mood was ruined again in the morning, and the bruises on his forehead jumped.

Horses are precious, and if they are lost, they are difficult to replenish. Horse-drawn carriages are also not a bargain and are not easy to produce. The destruction of a hundred wagons at once means an absolute loss of capacity.

The problem is worse than the destruction of the granary. Without capacity, you can't get food out.

Who is so bold? How dare you come to intercept the Butcher family's convoy?

Tired of being alive?

(Make a mistake, today's public account is still churning.) ）