People in this chapter: (Sertius Thor), (Maleg Bazd Bruce), (Melgrad), (Hasselon).

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Chapter 009: (Mountain Rain is coming)

In the golden autumn of October, the blue sky is like a wash, cool and comfortable. Wildflowers on the roadside sway in the wind, silently blessing the autumn harvest.

The hillside is red, it is a fiery red maple leaf; the lake is clear, the clear can see the bottom, can shine on people, like a mirror; the mountain chrysanthemum blooms, so gorgeous, so delicate, it is really a unique style. There are also heavy corn, yellow-orange-orange persimmons, and red and bright apples.

Every golden autumn season, the rice is fragrant, and the yellow, orange and orange rice fields are turning over the golden waves. Autumn is coming quietly, with light steps, with the hope and joy of harvest.

The rice is ripe. The golden rice fields, the strings of full and full rice ears, carry the sustenance and dreams of farmers for a year. The rice is ripe, and the earth is boiling.

Farmers in the village of Tosdell weave their scythes back and forth between the stalks. The fields are full of busy people, and even children follow behind the adults, helping to pick up ears of rice and do what they can.

A bumper harvest in autumn must be the most anticipated event for all farmers, not to mention that the entire village has been declared completely tax-free by the lord for a whole year, in other words, all the grain harvested now is their own. That's why the villagers of Tosdell Village have a brighter smile when they harvest.

The tobacco in Sercius's plot was ripe, and Malegg had been reluctantly teaching the villagers how to dry tobacco leaves.

However, it is said that the cutting, filling, and fermentation of tobacco were taught by Sercius himself, so although Mallegh complained, it was not convenient to vent.

The freelance idiot shooter finally found the most decent job ever, and last week the village school was finally completed, and Melgrad, who claimed to be a descendant of the [Paraven] aristocracy, finally went from being a down-and-out boy to the school's first and only teacher.

Not only did Melgrad's salary rise from 5 to 10 dinars a week, but he was also respected and liked by the adults of the village, and the children also liked the young man with a smile on his face all day long.

But Hatheron was clearly upset. As he could not teach the villagers how to take up arms and fight until harvest time, the faithful Nord complained to his master many times in private, and Serseus only smiled.

Finally Hatheron got so impatient that he sat every day in the stone col at the back of the village with his battle axe, which was piled high with cow bones, and howled as he chopped the bones together.

Hatheron's terrifying appearance with his green fangs frightened the village chief and the villagers, who hurried to Sertius and asked him what had happened to the Northborn.

Sertius shrugged: "He has been haunted since he entered the village, and the bandits have made you lose everything, so Hatheron wants to make those robbers pay." ”

The old village chief knelt down almost tremblingly, and pointed to the villagers behind him: "If he can really let us protect ourselves, I will hand them all over to you without complaint!"

Two days later, Hatheron received verbal notice from his master that he would be the sheriff and instructor of the entire village. Teach the villagers how to use their iron forks, sickles, sticks, and even fists and feet to protect themselves from bandits, loss of property, and threats to their lives. The Nords were so excited that they walked up the hill and pointed to the god Odin to wish their master a birthday. Then he drank a whole barrel of ale at night, and was still snickering in his sleep.

Sercius had no choice but to do so, and the next day the confident Nords went into battle shirtless with sticks. And exaggerated the promise of Haikou to his master that the training would be completed within a month.

And the first day of training showed the whole village that he was worthy of the position. It took Hatheron only three hours to get some of the strongest men in the village to understand how to fight with sticks.

Not only that, but at the end of the training, Hatheron easily defeated his students empty-handed, which impressed the whole village.

For this land that has just been infested by robbers, having enough combat power is the only barrier to protect them.

Hatheron adheres to the principle that the North Sea has always relied on: anyone who can meet each other in close combat is respectable, and if you want to be a coward, no one minds stabbing you in the back.

This energetic Nord man quickly handed in a satisfactory answer sheet within half a month, he trained nearly half of the strong men in the village, everyone can live at least two tricks with Hathren, and even this Nord man divided these strong men into two teams for confrontation training.

As for long-range shooting or something, although the Beihai people themselves don't know much (throwing axes can be counted, he has also taught a few people. But Melgrad was apparently more than willing to be the security officer's deputy. For this reason, Sercius also announced a salary increase for him.

A month later, Hatheron gave the following oral report to his master in an unusually solemn tone and gesture, in the eloquent language of Calradia: "My honorable lord, the magistrate of Tosdel, salutes you, and reports on the results of my month, that I have taught them how to fight as long as they can take up arms in their territory, and that they have learned how to defend themselves as long as they can walk, even women and old men." You can review them. ”

Sertius nodded in understanding, and then asked Hatheron to gather the entire village into the valley behind. He put on armor and weapons, and stood on the hill to inspect his villagers.

After the review, the freelancer was silent for a long time, and said three words: "Very good." ”

Hatheron immediately yelled uncontrollably, and then Hatheron laughed. These three words are the highest affirmation of his achievements this month. Praise that trumps everything.

That evening, a well-dressed messenger and three equally well-dressed retinues arrived at Sercius's makeshift hall (an ordinary barn, in fact, with some furniture in the air) at dinnertime, and when they entered the door, they saw peasants sitting at long tables in the hall, full of large glasses of ale. They all eat ordinary broth and air-dried meat, and the smell of these foods fills the room.

At this time, the messenger's face was suddenly full of disdain, and his tone was very domineering: "This is an invitation from our master, Duke Michod, for you to take the time to go over." ”

Sercius sat silently in the chair of the main seat, frowned, and waved his hand.

A peasant standing at the door walked over to take the letter from the messenger, but the messenger arrogantly withdrew his hand: "Don't let these hillbillies touch me, won't you come and get it yourself?"

The peasants in the room had a look of displeasure on their faces, but for the lord had not yet made a move, he just stopped his utensils and looked at the messenger.

Hatheron's slender, darkened face, his eyes lit up with rage, and his mouth opened to reveal sharp yellow teeth, as if he wanted to eat the other.

Serseus slowly stood up, and even Melgrad, who was sitting on the side and was a little drunk, could feel the anger in him.

But the freelancer quietly walked up to the messenger and took the letter. After unsealing the wax on the spot, he nodded: "I believe that your master's sincerity is enough, but it's a pity that he sent the wrong servant." ”

The messenger was inexplicable, but soon he understood what Sercius meant. The peasants in their seats stood up one after another.

The freelancer was still standing in front of him, and suddenly raised his voice and shouted: "You evil servants!

The words were an immediate signal, and the angry peasants roared and swarmed up, knocking the messenger and his retinue to the ground. He tore up their costumes and snatched them of their swords and credentials. Then he tied their hands behind his back and forced them to kneel in front of Sercius and confess their mistakes.

The freelancers glared at the messengers with round eyes, then pointed at them and asked the village chief beside him, "Old man, what do you say should be done with these wicked servants with unclean tongues?"

The old man was also so angry that he raised his voice and announced to everyone present: "The messenger was sent by the duke, and you cannot be killed, but you, as a messenger, have insulted our esteemed lord, cut off his tongue and put it in a box for punishment. ”

Three of his retinue were taken away by the villagers, and the terrified messenger fell to his knees, shouting to save his tongue: "I am the messenger of the duke, you have no right to punish me!"

The villagers hurled insults at him and made insulting gestures to him.

Sertius raised a hand to signal the villagers to calm their anger for a moment, and then said, "Yes, but your master has the right to dispose of you, evil servant. Build a prisoner's cart at once, and let me take him to Michaud Mijod, and see what the upright Duke de Hem will do with you≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡!"

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