Chapter 11 Territory
"This is an important commune in our consular district of Sinekar. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć info The seven surrounding villages all use this town as a trading center. The city of Florence was too far away, and the high taxes that ordinary villagers were unwilling to pay. ā
Listening to Lawrence, the old butler, Emmiway stepped out of the carriage with him and began to inspect the consular district.
The town looks like only 200 households, and there is a square in the center. Farmers, hunters, and craftsmen of all stripes set up their stalls, oblivious to a special carriage driving into the town.
A middle-aged man who looked like the mayor of the town rushed to Lawrence as soon as possible. He straightened his belly and greeted Lawrence with a smile. "What gust of wind has brought Mr. Lawrence here, and with a month to go until the summer celebrations, you can rest assured that all things are well. Since the construction of the water-powered mill, wheat flour in our town has been selling well. At this year's Summer Celebration, all the villagers are sure to sing the praises of the great Sinekar family. ā
"That's Wendini's idea, you'd better swallow everything you shouldn't have said!" Lawrence whispered to the middle-aged mayor of the current situation.
The latter is half a smart person, and immediately gave Emmiwei the most "sincere" smile, and knelt down on one knee in front of Emmy, "You are the daughter of Master Shatila? As you can see, this town of Kotirte, where all industries are thriving and flourishing under the guidance of the Sinekar family. ā
"You're the mayor here?" Emmyway smelled the copper stench on the man's body, and at a glance she saw a heavy pocket pinned to the other man's waist, which was presumably filled with the tax money she had just collected. "I thought you were a nobleman. ā
Emmyway's unintentional words caused the latter to sweat on his forehead, he hadn't done his accounts yet, and if Lawrence found out that he was collecting miscellaneous taxes privately, he would definitely move his head.
"Mu ...... Bathed in the light of the wisdom of the great Sinekar family, of course even a second-class resident like me was in good health and energetic in physical work. ā
After receiving Lawrence's instructions, the mayor changed his low voice and immediately asked his soldiers to organize. It only took half an hour, and all the living people in the town who could catch their breath were pulled into the square.
Lawrence seemed to know each other, and after he had spoken a few quiet words, he pulled Amyvi to his side and shouted to the assembled people, "Listen up! This is the future heir of the Sinecal family, the only daughter of Lord Shatila, Emmivi Sinekar! Remember to me that she will be your master from now on!"
There were few answers, especially from young people, who stared at the little girl beside Lawrence with wide eyes. When they were young, they learned that the Sinecal family had changed heads, and a neatly dressed witch appeared in the sky with a wand in her hand, and a series of reforms and changes to the rules of the consular district were read out by a number of sheep-horned demons. The most important thing is that the Great Witch Wendini gave every villager who listened to her new policy at that time a florin, and many villagers were eager to bring their babies to receive money.
They didn't understand why the Great Witch of Wendini was alive and well, building roads, building mills, and distributing large quantities of cheese to many villagers last winter. Now there is one more master?
Sighs slowly erupted in the crowd, and then one after another, with some villagers even suspecting that Emmivi did not have the blood of the Sinecal family.
"That's rude! shut up the gang of people at once!" Lawrence yelled at the mayor, who gestured to the two groups of soldiers behind him. The twenty-odd men immediately raised their spears and began to maintain order, but they beat anyone who did not like the soldiers' eyes with the hilt of their spears.
After more than ten minutes of busy work, the villagers in the square quieted down.
"I hope you've all remembered. Lawrence had imagined that the villagers should cheer with joy, but now he questioned Emmyway's identity to her face. If anyone dared to say such things again, Lawrence would surely draw his sword and kill them.
"Emmyway, you have a few words to these people. Don't care about their nonsense, they are all coarse people who can't read big words. ā
Emmivi had never spoken under the gaze of nearly a thousand pairs of eyes, which was no less difficult for her than breaking into a heavily guarded target's mansion. ā......ā
In front of everyone, Emmiway didn't say a word, she didn't know what to say to this group of so-called lords who didn't trust her. With her past philosophy, teammates who don't trust themselves are redundant, passers-by who don't trust themselves can be ignored, and enemies who don't trust themselves can be killed at any time!
Emmivia, who only knows how to kill people efficiently, very much wants to use these people who taunt her as material to practice assassination, and she has not used her assassination skills for a long time.
"You can call her Emmyway. Above. ā
After holding back for a long time, Emmivi only said this, not at all like a lord heir.
Everything is business as usual in the town, and although the villagers don't dare to say it to their faces, they are secretly scolding the new bullshit daughter of the former lord. For them, good time is wasted gathering to listen to a little hairy child, and the most important thing is that the little hairy child doesn't even give a black bread. The current lord, Wendy Nicole, never forgets to give out rewards when the speech is assembled.
"Miss Emmyway, they are all a group of people who don't have long eyes, we don't have to pay attention to them. Lawrence, the old butler, kept explaining to Emmivi that the mayor had turned pale with fright, and fled under the pretext of a stomachache.
"I'm not interested in the people or anything. Is there a skilled blacksmith in this town? I want to make some utensils. ā
After more than half a year of life at sea, the dagger brought by Emmivi could only become tattered, and she was embarrassed to offer to buy weapons when she entered the city, which dragged on until now.
"Presumably, is there a blacksmith who can make such daggers and short knives?"
Emmivi showed Lawrence the dagger hanging from her skirt, who understood Emmive's intentions.
"If you want a weapon that fits your hand, I know that there are several smiths in the city who are very skilled. But in our town, there is no blacksmith who can make a sword. Dagger words, maybe there is. ā
Lawrence used a one-handed sword, so he naturally subconsciously thought that Emmivi would not use a dagger or other weapon that could not be put on the table.
"I don't need a sword or anything like that, I'm used to using a dagger. ā
Emmiway's mood is now in a state of flux, and she is actually despised by Lawrence with her dagger, which is her proudest survival skill, which is as important as magic.
In a corner of town, Emmivi found a blacksmith shop that sold knives, but the smell made her feel uncomfortable. She had never been disgusted by the smell of rust or charcoal.
"Lawrence, this store makes me feel very uncomfortable, let's change it. "Emmivi has always trusted her instincts, and it would not be too much to say that she is superstitious. She had seen iron knives and farm tools hanging outside the blacksmith's shop, but she turned to leave.
"Here...... There is indeed a problem. ā
Lawrence said as he drew his saber from his waist and walked ahead. "It's not that you don't resent the smell, but you smell the harmful smell of germs. ā
"Germs?"
Emmivi remembered that the head maid in the mansion had mentioned that there was an epidemic outside the city, and she said it was malaria.
Lawrence saw the blacksmith in the shop come out, but he still didn't mean to take back his sword. "That's right, it spread in the surrounding consular area before, and a lot of people died. According to Mr. Knight's investigation, it is likely that a witch from a hostile force is playing tricks. Now that we are in our territory, we must punish each other severely to defend the honor of the Sinecal family. ā
The blacksmiths came out and saw the murderous Lawrence, and immediately ran back in fear.
"Don't move, or my blade will cut off the ball from your neck at any moment!"
Under Lawrence's reprimand, several blacksmiths obediently knelt outside, not daring to move.
"My lord, we are only blacksmiths in our duty, and the knives we make are all short swords and short swords, all according to the Code. Why do you ......" The blacksmith's head plucked up his courage and tried to question Lawrence, who was as muscular as three Emmyvia.
Emmivi didn't smell the pungent smell from the poor men, and they didn't look like sick people.
"Listen up! if you dare to tell half a lie, I'll cut off your heads!" Lawrence shook his sword in front of the older blacksmith among them, and the sturdy blacksmith trembled with fright, and even spoke a little quieter.
After Lawrence's inquiry, it was found that one of the blacksmith's family was indeed seriously ill, the blacksmith's wife, and the rest were the blacksmith's apprentices and associates. Because it seemed to be an infectious disease, the blacksmith was afraid that his wife would be arrested, so he only dared to ask someone to buy medicine to suppress the condition.
In the blacksmith's shop, Lawrence and Emmivi didn't find anything strange, but as soon as they walked into the living area at the back, the room was filled with even more pungent smells.
Instinctively, Emmivi walked to the blacksmith's fireplace, which contained a thick layer of black ash and many pieces of unused dry wood.
"Wait, don't touch these things. Lawrence stood in front of Emmiway, and with his sword he picked open the wood and dust, and found several cobblestone-like stones inside.
"These stones contain contagious spells, which can be used as evidence of invasion of the territory and take action against the witch who committed the crime. As he spoke, Lawrence pulled a cloth bag out of his trouser pocket, and with his sword he scooped the stones into the bag, and then turned the bag out like a trick.
The sturdy blacksmith could not understand what Lawrence was saying, and when he learned that the cause was probably a strange stone in the fireplace, he angrily kicked the fireplace a few times, as if this would dispel the germs.
"Lord Lawrence, I really don't know why there are such stones in my home. There's no way I'm going to hurt myself and my family, right?"
"Exactly how I'll investigate what happened today. I'll have a doctor come to your house tomorrow to treat your wife for free, but you're going to have to pretend to be the same as before, buy the medicine and keep your look of frustration. If it's a mess, I'm still going to take you to blame!
Under Lawrence's reprimand, these people all nodded obediently and repeated Lawrence's order, for fear that the other party would not be satisfied.
Before leaving, Emmivi rummaged through the blacksmith's shop and found a few new daggers that were still okay. "How much is it?"
"If the eldest lady likes it, take it as you like. The blacksmith also had a bit of a brain, and when he heard Lawrence say that he was free to heal, he was already smiling in his heart.
Little did Emmiway know that this was just the beginning.