Chapter III: Inspecting the Territory
"Lord Baron?!"
The door of the room was quietly pushed open, and two girls dressed in black and white maid costumes routinely entered the room to clean, and were stunned to find Mo Lin, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed and meditating, crying with joy, covering his mouth and exclaiming: "You are awake!"
Without waiting for Morin to reply, the two maids threw away the cleaning tools in their hands, turned and ran out of the room, and shouted out the story of the Baron's awakening, and soon the whole castle shook. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info
Boom Boom!
Soon there were countless hurried footsteps, and the entire main castle building roared as if there had been an earthquake.
"Lord Baron!"
"Master Morin!"
"Brother!!"
“.......”
A large number of people poured into the room, including butlers in gentleman's attire, maids in maid's attire, and knightly squires in armor and full armor......
Around the bed, gossiping, screaming out in a noisy. Everyone had a smile on their faces, and the atmosphere was very cheerful.
Morin opened his eyes and retreated from meditation, and before he could react, a small figure pounced on him, slamming on his chest, and the two little ones tugged at his clothes tightly, and they would not let go.
"It's little Irene....."
The small figure that pounced on his chest, with golden hair, blue eyes, fair skin, and a delicate face like an elf, was none other than his sister Erin Galio.
Who doesn't like a beautiful Lori who looks like an elf? There is no need to pretend to perform, Morin automatically entered the role, looked at Erin with a doting face, and touched the little Lori's little head.
"Brother...... I'm afraid!"
Little Irene tilted her head slightly, under her long eyelashes, her sapphire eyes were shining and moist, tears were falling, her voice trembled, and her little head arched affectionately to Morin's chest.
Little Irene is terrified these days, her father has just been killed, and her only brother has relapsed and is dying, and it seems that he will die at any moment. Although she is only ten years old, she is already very sensible, and she knows very well that without the protection of her father and brother, her future life will be miserable. These days are spent in uneasiness, in fear.
"It's okay, little Erin, don't be afraid, there is a brother!"
Mo Lin patted the little Erin who was crying like a little cat, and clearly felt how uneasy and frightened the little elf who pounced on him was, and comforted him softly. wiped away the tears on his face, and said with a pitying smile: "I'm crying like a little flower cat, so it's not good-looking!"
"Hmm!" little Irene screamed, burst into tears and laughed, jumped off Morin, covered her face and fled.
"What a little girl who loves beauty....."
Morin chuckled and watched the figure of little Irene disappear into the room, then he restrained his smile and looked at William, the old butler who was personable, smiling and smiling, with snow-white hair: "Grandpa William, how is the situation in the territory these days that I have been in a coma?"
Butler William retracted his smile, shook his head, and said with a sad face: "Young Master Morin, the situation is not very good these days when you have been in a coma.....
Morin was silent, and William's butler's answer did not surprise him much. Although Steward William has a high prestige in the castle and is very calm, and can calm down the people below, it is strange that the castle that has lost its backbone can still function normally.
Not to mention his small barony, even if it is an empire, it has lost the old king, the new king is dying, and there is no heir, it is not bad if the whole empire is not divided, how can it function normally?
"However, Master Morin, when you wake up, everything will be better. Butler William then laughed.
Merlin nodded, pondered for a moment, and ordered: "Order, I will inspect the castle!"
"Yes, Young Master Morin!" Steward William was overjoyed, he knew very well that at this time, as long as Morin came up, the hearts of the people below would be able to settle down immediately.
But soon, he frowned a little and said, "Young Master Morin, your body is ......"
"I'm fine!" Morin waved his hand, his face calm. There is really nothing wrong with his body, and the so-called recurrence of the old disease is just a heart disease. The original owner of the body was scared of himself, scared to death. Now that he Morin has crossed over, he naturally does not have these problems, and after resting for a period of time, he can clearly feel that his physical state is recovering.
Steward William looked at Morin's face, although he was still pale, but his spirit was very good, and his body was indeed recovering for the better, he nodded immediately, turned around and led the person away.
Soon the Baron Lord Morin woke up, his body was healed, and the news that he was about to inspect the castle spread throughout the Quicksand Castle.
When everyone in the castle heard the news, their spirits were uplifted, their spirits were refreshed, and they found their backbones again, and they held their heads high. The previous uneasy, gloomy and heavy atmosphere was swept away.
It seemed that the air had become fresh and lively, the people of the castle had become calm and cheerful, and the busyness had resumed with a clear purpose, and the flow of people who had hurried to walk became orderly, and everything was running in a good direction.
.......
In the room, Maureen stood in front of the mirror, letting two young and beautiful maids serve him and dress. In the mirror, he was dressed in a black mage robe, holding an orange staff, with short golden hair, and although his face was still a little immature, his eyes were deep and full of a mysterious aura.
In the mage world, the mage is the most noble existence. So he didn't need to wear the costume that matched the baron's title, he just needed to wear a mage's robe.
The only thing that made Mo Lin dissatisfied was that the mage robe on his body and the staff in his hand were all the same goods. The mage robe only has the function of cleansing, and the staff can only slightly increase the spell damage by less than five percent, which can be called a tabula rasa equipment.
I can only comfort myself in my heart, and the best equipment will be there.
"Let's go!"
Walking out of the room with two beautiful maids, Steward William and several attendants in leather armor and holding long swords were already waiting at the door.
Maureen nodded to them slightly, and under the guidance of William's steward, he began to inspect his territory!
After wandering around the important territory of the entire castle, Morin had a general understanding of the situation in his territory.
The main labor force of young and middle-aged people between the ages of sixteen and forty in the whole territory is about 100,000. These people are the most important source of tax revenue in the territory and are also the territory of the territory's conscription. The core quicksand castle is divided into an inner city and an outer city.
The outer city was inhabited by the people of the territory, and there were some merchants and mercenaries from other places. And the inner city is the very center of the whole quicksand castle, which is the castle where he lives.
As far as he knew, the cities built by the noble lords of the entire Orlan Kingdom were laid out in this way.
In addition, the most important force in the territory, the castle in the inner city, now only three knights who can wear armor, the original territory of five knights, two of them followed his father, when patrolling the territory, they were attacked and killed by horse bandits.
The squires in the castle who can be called elite, including the three knights, are only two hundred.
There are still 300 people in the outer city who don't even have leather armor, and they can only oppress the people of the territory, which can be called a rabble garrison.
Standing at the top of the castle, Merlin glanced at the town within a radius of only five miles, and muttered to himself: "This is my territory, and I can be the master of the territory......"