But when he wanted to play some modern power struggle tricks and secretly use spies to buy and control other people's territories, he found that there was no way to succeed easily.

The people of this era are not stupid at all, no one will bow to him, but some nobles with high status and noble blood can easily intimidate and rebel against the subordinates he sent.

He was surrounded by either royal nobles with greater background power, or some veteran nobles who had been in the local area for hundreds of years, and they were like a huge family interest woven by spider monsters, connected by aristocratic blood into a solid network of interpersonal relationships, blocking any means of developing his territory by force.

Even if he racked his brains, he had no way to quickly embezzle and expand how many ancestral baronial territories, and in the end, he only used the "legal" means of burning forests and reclamation and reclamation of gently sloping terraces to secretly expand some corner territories close to the uninhabited plateau.

But these remote places are also places that are deliberately reserved by other nobles as buffers because they are sparsely populated and infested with dangerous magic beasts.

Although Baron Garcia, whose real name is David Lu, is confident in the flexible thinking and broad knowledge that his traveler brings.

But if he can't deal with the current crisis of the Karui invasion of the north, it is still unknown whether his current barony can be saved.

A well-dressed young servant with a respectful face walked with Baron Garcia in the corridors of the castle.

Black boots made of precious fur straddle a dark blue curly blanket.

Crossing the hall and corridors that connected the corridors, the two men came to the dimly lit aristocratic study in the northwest corner of the castle, where the polychrome paintings hanging from the walls and pillars suddenly became monolithic, and a large number of gold-rimmed squares or wavy stripes formed a pattern describing the ancestors of the family.

The busts of the nobles in those portraits are old and young.

But.

Of course, there are no teenagers and girls under the age of sixteen, because even if you are a promising nobleman who dies young, you must at least leave descendants to inherit the family business, so that someone will worship you as an ancestor~

There was a sense of majestic oppression in the steady eyes of these people, like an aggressive hunter aiming at his dying prey at all times!

After the servant's advance report was approved, he softly pushed open the door and let the curly-haired tan Baron Garcia enter on his own, and then bowed away.

Viscount Shelley was holding his hands behind his back, intently examining a [Topographic Map of the Southern Territory of the AIDS Kingdom] hanging on the background wall.

On his already fat and short body, he wore a dark red shirt that looked like a Western-style ceremonial military uniform, as if his ridiculous round belly was about to burst the row of front-loading buttons!

Although not as powerful, this Shelley's fat face is embedded with two deep eyes like green grapes, adding a strange shrewdness and mystery.

At this time, the viscount tilted his upper body and eyes at the same time, Garcia could not read any emotion from the deep eyes of the other party, but he immediately bowed his head and walked forward in small steps. It's not that he's timid, it's that he's here to ask for help.

Garcia bowed slightly, and shouted enthusiastically: "Lord Viscount Shelley, who shines like gold with great and noble royal blood, and whose eyes are as penetrating as an eagle, may the deep good-neighborly friendship between our two families remain unchanged for eternity." ”

With a hint of imperceptible banter, Viscount Shelley smiled and waved his hand to stop his next sycophants and clichés, thinking in his heart: "Eternal immutability? If you little nobles remain unchanged for eternity?How can I expand my territory and interests~ Otherwise, you will buy off the damned councillor in Sarn City to support you, and if it weren't for the fact that you honestly give me a share of the output every year, I would have found an excuse to lead the troops to fight it.

The viscount, with a majestic and broad bust, asked proudly, "Why did you come here in person this time?" The road has not been very peaceful lately, is there something important to ask me?" He deliberately increased the tone and weight of the word "request" to imply some kind of dignity between the upper and lower ranks.

Garcia was stunned for a moment.

"Excuse me"?!

He is no longer a stunned young man who has just crossed over, if it is usually among the nobles of this continent, this is simply an insulting word for him and his family!

Although there is a big gap between the two in terms of territory and strength, they are also local nobles directly canonized by the kingdom, and they themselves have no subordinate and subordinate relationship.

Even when facing a viscount with a higher status than himself, he doesn't need to "ask for instructions"!

Unless~

Unless the other party is now hinting and threatening himself, wanting him to make a statement that he will become the other party's subordinate lackey, and become a subordinate nobleman who is more or less dependent on other big nobles.

This is not without precedent.

But that kind of aristocracy is infiltrated and controlled by other big nobles because of such and such helpless reasons, and has completely lost most of the autonomy and military power in the territory, and life and death, honor and disgrace are in the hands of others.

The most common method is to marry a woman from the side of one's own family to the other party's family, and then use poisons, curses, natural and man-made disasters and other accidents to kill all the other party's top inheritance partners, and finally let the people arranged by the other party intervene and slowly control the other party's territory.

This is the most radical means of annexation, of course, too vicious behavior usually will cause the joint resistance and vigilance of the nobles of other surrounding territories, and even the king will not allow any nobles in his own country, so blatantly annex other minor nobles, and destroy the hard-won local balance of power in the country.

Therefore, even the big nobles generally don't look so ugly, but once they really become vassals of the other party, at least in the important mines, taxes and military power in the territory, they will definitely be divided and affected.

Garcia was so angry that he almost vomited blood, and a trace of red blood flashed on his face.

Damn it!

You greedy royal fat pig!

Wait for me to pretend to be a grandson first, borrow troops to relieve the current predicament, and then find a chance to recover this account when Lao Tzu is developed!

So he continued to bow his angry head, and said in a tone as calm as possible, even pretending to be a little yearning and humility: "Wise Viscount Shelley, your concern for me is as warm and pleasant as spring! I have received news from the border scouts that a band of bandits from the Karui tribe has begun to march on my territory, and we need your lofty mind to seek refuge. “