"From today onwards, you will be the tax collector of Ash Furnace Mountain!" When the villagers around the pine forest were almost gone, Merlin helped the village chief Lance up, and sometimes a slap in the face, giving a sweet date was still very effective.

"What's the matter with the tax collector?" asked Lance, it wasn't really a shame to be beaten up by a lord, and in Lance's opinion, if the lord didn't want to beat him, it would be a problem for him, and that would be something he was afraid of. At least after being beaten, the charges on him were cleared.

Merlin's palm was on his forehead, and he forgot that there was no such thing as a tax collector in Ashfurnace Mountain, "Well, then, from this day onwards, you will be in charge of the springs that flow down from the mountain, and no one shall be allowed to open the stream." ”

"Are you not allowed to use spring water?" Lance suddenly panicked, he was the biggest landowner in Ashfurnace Mountain besides Merlin, and if he couldn't use the spring water, his crops would be almost out this year.

"Of course not, you can use it, but you are not allowed to open the stream and bring the water to the fields. You can only use this," Merlin pulled over a bamboo that had been broken in half from the middle. He broke off the knots of the bamboo with his hands, "Only this is allowed to bring water into the fields." ”

Jerry had brought back a lot of bamboos from Hippo, enough for Lance to use as a waterway for irrigation. In fact, Merlin has always considered this problem, the amount of water in Shizhong Spring is limited, and if it is flooded, there are still many places in the entire Ash Furnace Mountain that may not be able to wait for the water to flow. The crops of the field will dry up.

After such a long drought, the ditches that divert water are the places where the most water is wasted, and there are stone crevices in some places, and more water flows to other places. The use of Nanzhu to divert water can save water to the greatest extent, and can also reduce the disputes caused by villagers over water.

"It's unbelievable that His Highness Merlin is only a fifteen-year-old young man. Augustine witnessed the whole process of events by Merlin's side, "If I had closed my eyes, I would have thought that there was a cunning fox in front of me. Augustine laughed.

"Are the people of the church so hateful, and what good is it for them to provoke a fight between knights and vagrants?" Merlin asked through gritted teeth.

"This is the usual practice of the Church, and only a powerful and evil enemy can gather those civilians around the priest. They claim to be the Father's shepherd dogs, shepherding the Lamb on earth. ”

"It's a pity that Tyr, the god of war, likes dog meat the most. Merlin said, "May I not need the priest of the church, I'm afraid that next time I can't help it, I'll rush over and kick him a few times." ”

Augustine shook his head, he pondered for a moment before speaking: "I advise you to calm down, there is no way for a lord to decide whether the priest of the church will go or stay. ”

"Can I ask for a different person?" Merlin said with a wry smile.

"No one has ever made such a request," Augustine shook his head, and then suddenly laughed again, "You join the Arian School." Then your troubles will be gone, and I'm sure you'll become the cardinal high priest of the Arius School sooner than my honest Mr. Thomas. ”

"I have the blood of Tyr, the god of war, in my veins. Merlin shook his head.

The biggest difference between people and people is the difference in understanding, and in Merlin's eyes, Augustine is also a god stick, a great god stick. For a staunch atheist, Merlin could not have accepted the Church and the Arian Academics. Augustine seems to have sensed this, too. So the two are in a very strange state.

Merlin is in a kind of cold eye, looking at the scenery from a distance.

Augustine tried to curry favor with Merlin, wishing that he could copy more and finish the manuscript sooner. But the state of extreme rejection. Because the lord of Ashfurnace Mountain lacked sufficient respect for the Holy Father, which was really unbearable for an elder of the Arian Academy.

By the time Old Bill returned to Merlin, the water brawl was nearing its end. The gray-haired old goth blamed himself for not doing his thing and leaving the young lord alone to face the mob of Ashfurnace Mountain.

"Have the knight's creed, the knight's virtues been taken away by the wolf of the wasteland?" Old Bill poured out his anger on the top of Lance's head, the chief of Ashfurnace Village must have been cursed by a witch when he went out, otherwise he would not have been beaten by two knights in half a day, and he didn't dare to fight back, the old guy was a celebrity from Adrianople, and he used to be a warrior who followed the king of Cyris to fight in the wilderness. He withdrew from the battlefield after his hand was broken.

"Daddy Bill, I was wrong, I was wrong, and I won't dare again. Lance covered his head and face, and kept begging for mercy.

The beating was so loud that the gongs and drums were loud and loud, from the edge of the pine forest to the edge of the stream below the hillside, and the crowd that had dispersed regrouped and pointed.

"They are all old foxes, each more shrewd than the other. Merlin was depressed to find that Old Bill was faking a fight at all, don't look at him dusty, but in fact, what fell on Lance was very light, otherwise he wouldn't have been fighting for so long, and Lance screamed more and more, and there was no blood at all.

The farcical ending repaired the invisible rift, and Merlin didn't have time to think too much about the contradictions between the Nine Knights of Ashhearth Mountain and the wanderers, because soon another big event was about to happen.

The craftsmen of the Arius school had already set out from Hippo and were about to reach the Ashhearth Mountain, and Augustine was busy arranging for the location of the docks to be built, as well as for the food and lodging of the craftsmen.

"Didn't the old fellow say it was fun?" Merlin followed behind Augustine, "do you Arius really want to build a monastery in my domain?"

Estine was really angry about this, he stopped, and said angrily, "Saint, do you want the saints to know, if you don't even understand this, you are not a qualified lord." ”

"But do you have any advice on building a house on my land?" Merlin was also a little upset.

"After the monastery is built, it will be used for you as well. Augustine sighed, and it occurred to him that His Highness Merlin was only fifteen years old, and although he sometimes seemed to do things unexpectedly, he was still a teenager at heart.

"For me?"

"For copying the scriptures?" Augustine's nose was crooked.