Chapter 2: A Day in the Lord's Life
After breakfast, Claudia's arrangement, Winston was to make a tour of his territory. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć infoIn fact, the fiefdom of the Indira family was only a hundred miles away from Winston, if it weren't for the oppression of the female tyrannosaurus, Winston would probably be like the previous lord, just eat, drink and wait for death, how could there be any need to go out and walk around.
"Your Excellency. ā
A team of five attendants was already waiting outside, and although they called out to their mouths, the contempt in their eyes could not be concealed.
There's no way, who called himself offended God, this cute little Lori. No matter how ridiculous the previous lords were, they would have a two-order fighting spirit, and when they arrived in Winston, it was a complete waste of firewood.
Seeing the chief squire Karati, Winston felt uncomfortable, just because everything about him was the opposite of himself, he was also a handsome young man of about twenty years old, but he had a fourth-order fighting spirit, and he could be regarded as a great knight in the entire Northwest Region. As soon as this guy stops here, he is a young and promising mold, and everyone in the territory will cast reverent eyes on him.
Winston was strange at first, with his strength to be the head of the knight legion in some big territory, why did he have to go to this remote place to be the head of the screed lord of his own waste lord, but when he saw the undisguised heat when he looked at Claudia, Winston also understood.
A poor guy bewitched by the beautiful appearance of a female tyrannosaurus.
"Your Excellency, please mount. ā
Kalati took Winston's mount herself.
A horse that is already dying of age, and although it has been carefully cared for, the sparse horsehair and dull hair all indicate that it is approaching its twilight years.
As an aristocrat, Winston was trained to ride horses and jumped on horses with ease.
Handing the reins to Winston, Carati took his own mount, a handsome white horse, and gave Claudia a standard knightly salute, "Beautiful young lady, may I have the honour of riding with you?"
"Sassy guys. ā
Winston was very unhappy in his heart, as a younger brother, sitting in a luxury car that was better than the boss, digging into the corner of the boss's wall, and really wanted to use the sword to dismantle him.
Claudia replied with a very ladylike salute, politely refused, and mounted on the low pack horse she had prepared for herself. Seeing this scene, Winston's heart is about to burst into laughter, and he deserves to hit a wall.
Slightly disappointed, Kalati mounted his white horse in a dashing manner and ordered, "Go!"
"This guy. ā
Winston's eyes sank as he looked at his tall back, and suddenly he felt that Kalati was not as sunny and upright as he seemed.
......
In fact, under the shadow of the Indira family, Winston's territory is still quite large, and the entire northwest town of Obras belongs to him.
However, with the weakening of the empire, local power has risen, slave revolts and provincial independence have sprung up, and the entire Obras has been affected and divided into several pieces.
"Claudia, what do you think I would do if I raised taxes to improve my life?" asked Winston as he slowed his horse to Claudia.
Claudia replied solemnly, "My dear lord, this is a good idea, and I think that tomorrow the entire realm will be able to see your head on the flagpole at the head of the castle wall." ā
It was poisonous, and Winston shut up.
In less than an hour, the group turned around this small place.
The wheat fields are sparse, the people are covered with vegetables, and even the children who should be spreading joy on the ground are hiding under the eaves with yellow and thin faces, no matter how you look at it, there is a sense of decline. In the past, it was the cheap dad who was in charge of the territory, so Winston ignored these trivial matters, but when it came to managing it himself, Winston still wanted to improve the lives of the lords, at least increase the income, so that his lord would not have to get up every day and only eat fried eggs.
It's decided, in order to get rid of the omelette, you must rise!
"Does the territory have any money?" asked Winston to Claudia, the actual butler of the territory.
It seemed strange that this lazy fellow would also care about this problem, Claudia was stunned for a moment, but quickly replied: "Since Viscount Gisenyi declared independence, our territory has lost its last source of wealth, and there are no other resources to trade, and now we can only rely on meager agricultural income to support. ā
Agriculture?
Just such a few people, how much can the original agricultural output value?
Winston felt that his world had collapsed, and he wanted to be a lord who ate and waited for death, but he knew that he had just become the master of the house, and before he could mix, he would starve to death.
"Is there anything else in the realm where you can raise your revenue?" asked Winston hopefully.
"I'm sorry, no!" Claudia ruthlessly shattered Winston's hopes.
"Oh, this is the place of the hell. Winston shook his fist into the air, venting his frustration.
"Lord Lord, it's not like there's no way!" said the middle-aged knight Dean to Winston with a teasing look.
Although keenly aware that he was not well-intentioned, Winston was still interested, "Tell me about it." ā
"There is a trail near the territory that leads to the Camp Nou forest. As long as you can hunt one or two monsters inside, you can get valuable furs and magic crystals. ā
"No! it's too dangerous!" Claudia vetoed.
Dean said in a mocking tone, "Yes, our lord has no fighting spirit at all, and it is really dangerous to enter Camp Nou. ā
Being despised by his own subordinates must not be tolerated! In his previous life, as a treasure thief, he was still very confident in his bow skills and skills, and Winston said firmly: "Prepare weapons, and we will go to Camp Nou to hunt!"
Since Winston, as the lord, had already made a decision, Claudia couldn't force it, and said uneasily: "Then I'll go with you." ā
"No, I can't. ā
Karati, who had been watching from the sidelines, grabbed ahead of Winston and suddenly spoke.
There is a problem.
Winston looked at Karati with suspicion.
Ignoring Winston's probing gaze, Kalati said to Claudia with an affectionate expression, "Honorable Miss, my ability is not enough to ensure the safety of you and your lord at the same time. Please stay here, I swear to you with my life that I will return safely with my lord. ā
Perhaps out of concern for Winston's safety, or perhaps impressed by Kalaty, Claudia relented, "Then let's leave tomorrow, and I'll prepare some food and equipment for you." ā
Back at the castle, Claudia rarely did not force Winston to practice swordsmanship and correct government affairs, but was busy preparing for Winston's hunt the next day.
It was late at night, and Winston, who was too excited to sleep, opened the window and looked into the distance.
Poverty here makes it impossible for families to light oil lamps, and at night, there is only silence in the cold moonlight.
But there was still a light left tonight, Claudia's room, and what was she busy with?
In fact, if you think about it carefully, since the last lord, she has taken care of everything here, laundry, cooking, cleaning, and daily government affairs have been pressed on such a woman.
"Hey......"
Winston sighed and closed the window. On the other side, a young man also looked at the silhouette reflected in the window.
Tonight, some people are destined to not be able to sleep peacefully.