As it approached noon, the fog that filled the town of Blackcastle gradually lifted. The freedmen in the shantytowns on the east side of the town crawled out of their cramped shacks and began to rack their brains for the day's food.

The free people in this world are not free people, in fact, they are a group of outcasts without identity. Called a pariah by the nobles, they were not protected by their lords.

They wander from place to place, often in menial or dangerous jobs, such as cleaners, porters, circus performers, vagabonds, or thieves, warblers, mercenaries or even bandits.

In the final analysis, this world is too dangerous, and it is difficult for an ordinary person to survive on his own weak strength. Of course, if you are strong enough or have exquisite craftsmanship, whether you are a freeman or a lord, you can live a very nourishing life.

Bob is a freedman, he was once a lord of a viscount in the Eastern Province, but the brutal war consumed his homeland, and even his lord was killed in the war. So, Bob became a freeman and followed the fleeing team to the western frontier realm, hoping that he would be recruited by the lord and become a lord who could farm with peace of mind again, and he would only do this.

It's a pity that it's been a year since he came to Blackcastle, and he hasn't been recruited by the lord because there are too many people who have fled here from the Eastern Three Provinces.

Touching his rumbling belly, Bob decided to find his fellow countryman to see if he could get some work.

Bob and the other freedmen usually make a living by building the town of Blackcastle for the Yorks, but with the completion of the Blackcastle wall, he just wanted to carry the stones, and no one asked for them.

Not long after he got out of the shack, Bob heard a loud voice shouting loudly.

"The Barony of Wimbledon recruits farmers, miners, blacksmiths, and carpenters, and those who wish to come can bring their families to the realm and become Wimbledon's lords. Those who came were given a day's ration and were provided with clothing and farming tools. It's going to leave this afternoon, and the guys who are going to go come here to sign up. A one-legged old man in a black deacon robe was shouting loudly on the side of the road, and beside him was an open-top carriage filled with brown bread, cheese, bean paste, and even salted fish.

Bob swallowed hard, and the four fiercely armed guards on the side of the carriage made him dare not make a mistake, especially the one-eyed dragon with a sideways face, which looked especially terrifying.

Although Bob wanted to become a nobleman's lord, he heard that this Wimbledon Baron was not very strong, and he was attacked by bandits soon after he came to the pioneer territory, and even he himself became a prisoner of the thieves, and the people who followed him were either killed by the bandits or became the rations of monsters in the wilderness.

Moreover, Bob also heard that the baron was going to a territory that was not only far away, but also more dangerous.

Bob didn't want to die on the road, so he decided not to enlist in the lord's recruitment.

Suddenly, the sound of horses galloping was heard not far away, and Bob quickly gave way to the side of the road.

As a free man, if you are killed or injured by a horse, don't expect someone to do justice to you.

Seeing a group of cavalry galloping towards here, these riders were well-armed, especially the three cavalrymen at the head, who were actually wearing scale armor.

Bob immediately came to his senses, he knew that the people who could wear this scale armor were all honorable apprentice knights, which meant that there was at least one knight lord behind this group of cavalry.

It must be the knight who came to recruit the lords or soldiers, Bob thought to himself, and he swore that he would seize this opportunity.

The cavalry reined in before the Wimbledon steward, and one of the midshipmen at the head looked at the few people beside the car, and said arrogantly, "You are the steward and guard of the Wimbledon family?"

"Yes, knights, we are. The black-clad steward nodded and saluted several of the midshippers.

The arrogant midshipman was pleased with the steward's courtesy and the knight's title, and he said a little softly, "We are the servants of Lord Bruce, and we have handed over his banner to you on the orders of Lord Knight, and Lord Knight said that he will lead a team to escort you to the territory and carry out patrols in the afternoon. ”

The Cadet Knight took out a flag representing the identity of the Bruce Knight and handed it to the old steward.

After the old steward respectfully accepted the flag, the cavalry did not talk nonsense, turned their horses and walked away.

When the cavalry had gone, the old steward of Wimbledon had the banner hung up, and began to shout loudly again, and continued to recruit the people.

Before he could finish his shout, he heard someone shouting, "I'm willing to go!" I'm a farmer, and I can do some carpentry work, count me in." I saw Bob, a freeman, scurrying out of the roadside.

And the freedmen who shrunk their heads and watched the excitement behind seemed to have realized something, and they also rushed up one after another, shouting loudly one by one.

"I'll go too, I've farmed for the nobleman, and I'll raise horses. ”

"Take me, I'm a cobbler. ”

"And me, and me. ”

The sudden surge of people suddenly made the disabled steward, who had been treated coldly for two consecutive days, happy.

In Castle Black, where Victor temporarily resides, Nelson reports to his allegiance lord on the progress of recruiting his lords.

"My lord, Gru and they just sent a message saying that more than 350 lords have been recruited, and there are many more people who want to go to the new territory with us, they want to ask you, do you want to recruit more?" Nelson said excitedly to Victor.

"No, if we recruit any more people, we will have a big burden. Of course, exceptions can be made for people with special talents. Victor smiled faintly.

Yesterday, Victor made a small request to Sylvia to ask the Bruce Knight to send someone to the shantytown to give them a flag.

Sure enough, after learning that there were knights with them, the freedmen who were still watching immediately rushed to ask to join the barony.

"My lord, how are you talking to the church, is there a pastor with us?" Nelson looked at Victor expectantly.

As a mercenary, Nelson's most important hope for when he goes on a mission is to have a priest in the team.

Victor shook his head regretfully. He had just come out of the church of the Lord of Radiance to visit Bishop Perro.

The scene of purifying the wizard in the square two days ago had a great impact on him, and the thought that he might be targeted by the wizard made Victor sleep.

Therefore, Victor planned to consult with Bishop Pero in the hope that the church would send a pastor to his territory to preach.

The priests of the Radiant Church are not only able to use divine arts, but also proficient in martial arts, especially good at using one-handed hammers and flails, and their combat effectiveness is not even lost to ordinary probationary knights.

However, the current lords do not like the priests in their own territories very much, because the pastors of the church have too much influence on the people and will restrict the rights of the lords.

But Victor can't do that much, a priest who can heal, fight, and unite people's hearts is too useful for a barony that is still very weak.

Of course, the most important thing is that having a Radiant Church pastor by his side will always make those who try to use witchcraft to murder him be suspicious.

After explaining his intention to Bishop Perro, Victor said that he would give priority to building a church in the territory for the pastor of the church to be stationed.

Although Bishop Pero praised Victor's piety, he regretted that the church does not yet have enough pastors to send missionaries to the Pioneer Territory.

Although disappointed, Victor could understand that, after all, without that priest willing to go to such a remote frontier to preach, it would be like exile.

"Okay, if there are no priests who want to come, forget it, you go and arrange the recruited people, choose some capable people among them to be militias, and equip them with leather armor, wooden shields, and spears. We meet up with Bruce Knight in the afternoon and set off. Victor patted the shoulder of the head of the war bear and said, "It's up to you along the way!"

"Don't worry, my lord, you won't be disappointed. ”