Adesha's tears were left on Oran's clothes.

When she calmed down, Oran led her out, told the servants to take good care of her, and whispered to her that we would have a "second child."

The anger in the woman's heart dropped slightly.

When Orlan was the only one left, his body was a little weak, and he clutched his chest.

"Your Excellency!"

"It's okay, I'll just take a break."

Back in the study, he stayed quiet.

On the table, there is a rough estimate of the casualties caused by the Vikings who invaded mainland England last year.

Nearly 32,000 people.

Northumbria accounted for seven thousand people.

It is estimated that more will die this year.

Revenge also requires the elimination of so many nobles, and hundreds of lives, which seriously shakes the rule.

"No monarch wants to be a tyrant, I must become a great emperor, and since I can't afford to pay it back, I can only owe you more, Adesha."

Oran muttered to himself, tears sliding naturally from the corners of his eyes and not wiping them away.

It seemed that he was willing to lower the bottom line for Adesha just now, but it was actually a refusal.

People are born unequal, and even if one spouse has to pay more.

He lied to her again.

……

April passes and summer enters May.

Every day, as long as Oran is done, he will take a little time for his servants to follow and patrol the surroundings of King's Landing.

Occasionally, when he didn't have time to return to the house, he lit a fire on the spot to rest.

He is more familiar with his own borders than the Vikings.

The climate is getting warmer, and the vegetation is recovering.

On the country road, there are more and more ripe fresh fruits and flowers.

It's an important month.

Farmers loosen the soil, weed and harvest, and plant wheat, onions, carrots and other foods into the soil.

Harvest strawberries, celery, etc.

There are many festivals that take place during this month.

The celebration of the Virgin Mary and the Anglo-Saxon tradition are celebrated by the Vikings who have been natively localized on the island.

In the south, in order to boost morale, Wessex has expanded the "May Day Festival".

The wanderers who came to King's Landing also squeezed out the biggest smiles, and made garlands and streamers out of flowers and plants.

Treat water as wine and celebrate for many days.

this day.

Oran came to a town of four hundred people in Aldeborough, formerly under the jurisdiction of the Intraroyal sheriff.

This is already a large town, so there is a stronghold of the Orlan Guild set up here.

Oran dismounted at a distance, leaving two guards behind and entering with a festive mask.

Farmers fill the market with strawberries and cheese in exchange for necessities.

From time to time, there was laughter from the tavern, and a man stepped out, and then someone rushed into the empty seat.

The carpenter hummed while helping to build the roof.

Oran saw many people dressed up as bronze horses, singing and dancing.

Passing by here, the artists who exchange their performances for accommodation also use the simplest lute, and the most pleasant notes are played on the street.

Kunsang had been following, but because he and the other servants had masks, he didn't pay attention.

The group wore ordinary clothes and looked like noble guards or merchants.

The scene attracted Oran, who came to the square and watched quietly.

Seven young girls change into their best-looking and expensive clothes, and by the end of the evening, when the voting is over, the most supporters will be crowned by the "local sheriff".

Become this year's "Goddess of May" and keep a vigil to pray to God for a good harvest in the coming year.

As a lord, his heart was very satisfied to see that the people were peaceful, calm, and happy.

"Goo? What is this singing?"

Oran didn't quite understand the local ballads mixed with proper nouns.

But a few of his subordinates didn't understand either.

"Shall I ask, Your Excellency?"

"No need."

"Summer, birds, sing."

"The seeds sprout, the plants bloom, sing."

"The lamb coos after the ewe, and the calf coos after the cow."

"The bull jumps, the stag has its horns, and sings."

"Salute, birds, feel it all, and sing it forever."

Oran listened over and over again, without asking anyone, and the corners of his mouth rose more and more as he listened.

Hao Heng entered this dim tavern with a leaky roof and a dim inside, and approached the inner platform, "I'm in for a treat, take out all your drinks and distribute them to everyone." ”

The shopkeeper was stunned when he saw a few masked people coming in.

"My lord, where do you belong to?"

Oran just let the shopkeeper settle the score.

But when the shopkeeper compared the numbers, Oran found that the four men behind him had put together, and only five people had four copper plates, plus a little broken silver.

Since Orlan became the county magistrate, he has never carried a money bag on his body

And Kunsang and the others, who go anywhere in the kingdom with Oran, as long as Oran "brushes his face", no one will charge his own fees.

After boasting about the sea, but only a few black coins were taken out, the wine that was originally going to go out went back like that.

Some drinkers who heard it close to him began to joke about Orlan and the others.

But the tone is very light, and it's all playful language.

Oran, who was under the mask, was not displeased, and chose a table and sat in it.

Asked for half a pot of rye wine.

When the young wine girl brought it to the table, she also put a box of shriveled beans.

This is a free appetizer prepared by the owner for customers.

When the mask was removed, the wine girl was stunned.

What a good-looking man!

So he secretly brought two plates of beans so that he could say a few words to Oran.

Flies and insects flew on the glass, and Orlan had no desire to drink.

But Kunsang and the others were used to it.

"Who's the sheriff here?"

"Gomon.

"How could it be him?"

"Your Excellency, Frank made a rebellion, a lot of people died, and some seats were vacated, you ordered us to reward us for merit, that day, Gomon led a group of Vikings to follow Adesha, and he was also desperate to break through the siege and go in to save you.

He was baptized and married a little Ansa widow,

More than a month ago, when you were still communicating in Mercia, he came here with a part of the baptized people. ”

One of the servants told Orlan the whole story.

"Okay, you heard it in the square just now, and there will be a celebration of the goddess, so let him order that all the drinks and food here be waived today."

Oran waited for more than an hour, and on the hilly ground outside the town, four riders appeared.

They passed through the gate, and when they entered, they came to the square as soon as possible.

The leader of the village shouted, and then the bell rang, and the people immediately greeted the sheriff.

Oran put on his mask and went outside to look at Gomon in the distance.

"Lord Gomont, welcome."

An old man of a certain status in the town stepped forward to help Gomon lead the horse.

Brush!

The whip was flicked, and it didn't hit the person, but it scared the old man enough.

"Don't talk nonsense, let you prepare for the "Spring Tax", and delay it again and again, do you want to hold your back legs?"

As a Viking, Gomon must be more active and loyal, so he has to collect this year's spring tax immediately.

Then a team of eight spearmen also entered through the gate.

They also carried short swords and were ready to collect taxes by force.

"Today is the May Fourth Festival, Lord Gomont, please have a few more days."

Gomon put his finger in his ear, dug into it, and popped it out.

And the riders next to him, Orlan recognized, there were Micho, who was originally under Shi Meng and was rebelled by himself, and there were also hospital riders who were once subordinate to him.

"A bunch of Diao people!"

It wasn't Gomon who said that, it was the former hospital rider.

Originally a commoner, he was now given a higher status for his exploits, and he obeyed Oran's orders as if he were a god.

He also resisted the tyranny of the lord of the manor.

When he got a small estate and had the power to enforce the law, he turned around and thought that this group of illiterate people was in bad water.

"You can celebrate the festival comfortably and merrily because we have defeated the Viking wolves who have crossed the sea, my brother has been killed in battle, and my back is full of scars. Now, let you pay your taxes, and cry poor to me, I know your filthy mind too well. ”

If you don't pay taxes, then die!

The rider rode his horse and shook it around, and the person who was caught in his eyes lowered his head in fear.

"The lord is more terrible than the lion, and he is more cunning than the fox in order to rule the people in the territory."

The rider said something Orlan had said when he was discussing state politics with Sals.

They did it, first let out the news, postpone the Spring Tax, and when the celebration was lively, they directly brought people to get it.

Taxes are forced according to the capitation, and if they can't get it, the goods will be confiscated, beaten severely, and even their relatives will be taken away to force them to comply.

"That's how this group of people collect taxes?" Orlan's tone was visibly dissatisfied.

"Your Excellency, everyone is like this, and the Vikings are to blame." Kunsang went straight to the point, he didn't realize that Gomon had done something wrong.

"Tell him to stop, tell him to come in and see me." After Orlan finished speaking, he walked into the house, and the other guards pulled out their weapons behind their cloaks and let everyone out.

Gomon, who was about to wreak havoc, saw Kunsang with a mask approaching, and after a few seconds of pulling the mask open, his legs almost went limp.

He ordered everyone to stop and quickly rushed into the tavern.

"Your Excellency!"

"Sit down."

Oran had a large jug of rye wine fetched him, and then poured a glass for Gomon.

Gomon finished drinking, Orlan poured it, drank it again, and continued to pour it.......

This kind of inferior rye wine that burns the mouth and the stomach, Gomon can no longer resist it, but he still takes it with trembling hands.

And the other riders also came in and stood to listen to the training.

"That's how I asked you to collect taxes?"

"Your Excellency......"

Gomon endured the discomfort, Oran's eyes swept over, and the riders all bowed their heads.

After a while, Oran asked about the range of spring taxes they collected.

They collected taxes on land rents, customs duties (permitted trade), handicraft taxes, market taxes, and poll taxes.

After the Frank incident, in order to stabilize.

Oran exempted the forest land tax and game tax for this season, and also opened the right to use the direct domain (escrow domain) for a period of time.

But in order to support Nanding against Scotland, and to prepare for the Vikings,

A poll tax has just been introduced.

This collection is exempted, and the people are not less handed, Orlan receives fame, and the notoriety is all carried by his subordinates.

This is not counting the "indulgence volume" he collected before, which is also one of the main reasons why the county magistrates couldn't stand it and simply turned their faces.

Oran was silent and held back to pour Gomon another drink.

I can be kind and let Gomon leave, but what about tomorrow? What about the day after tomorrow?

If the spring tax is waived in this town, what about the other towns?

The lord should not be harsh on his loyal subordinates because of his emotions, which will only make them dissatisfied.

Gomon collects regular taxes, and the other lords do the same, so that they can scrape together enough money to keep themselves on the table and build King's Landing.

Oran himself is the one who shouldn't be there.

I wanted to tell Gomon that the profits from the paper could be shared a little here, but in the end I held back.

A righteous faction blamed Gomon, and then the people cheered and shouted for the lord's justice.

What to change?

No!

After a while, the Vikings fought fiercely, and they still had to send their subordinates to conquer violently, leaving no chance for the Vikings to rob.

I can't be a bitch again, and I can set up a torii.

Thinking of this, Orlan was silent.

"Don't cause a riot, there is a convention as long as it is handed over before June, a rare ceremony, let their laughter stay on their faces for a long time."

Gomon nodded, and wisely walked out and shouted, "Ben Ju thought of Lord Oran's saying that the lord would be as merciful as a goat, so forgive you today and continue to celebrate." ”

As Orlan walked through the back door, he heard his name being shouted.

But he was no longer interested in the lyrics of the cooing lyrics celebrating the harvest......