December 1361 in the valley calendar.

The sunset collar has entered winter, and the winter curtain festival is coming, and the ice and snow cover the whole collar.

However, the festival has to be passed, and the labor must also be served.

Halfway through the year since the arrival of the Viscount Lord in the realm, Aaron announced that half of the servitude of the entire period would be reduced and replaced by Boone.

Theoretically, the peasants had to serve 60-80 days of labor for the lords and nobles a year, and the peasants needed to bring their own food and tools, and they would go to the village or the housekeeper in the early morning to report, and there were hard work regulations for servitude, and if they could not complete the tasks of the day, they would need to be supplemented the next day.

Labor is very hard, ploughing, transporting, planting for the leader, harvesting, threshing, and warehousing are the parts that have been done, in addition to these parts, there are many obligations that the peasants need to complete, such as building rivers, roads, and cities, according to Cormier law, the peasants lack freedom in many places, they are not allowed to make wine at will, they cannot leave the territory at will, they are not allowed to sell livestock without the permission of the lord, and even every wedding theoretically needs the permission of the lord.

This is also known as the "right of the first night".

Of course, the power of the first night has hardly been successfully operated in an enlightened and autocratic state like Cormier, and under the pressure of the three gods of justice and Losanda Cindia, as well as the fire-haired lady Shanny, the first document that each lord needs to sign when he first takes office is to renounce the first-night power, and promise the fire-haired lady that any couple can perform the most rudimentary ceremony if they pay two copper coins to the priest as long as the families of both parties agree.

The paladins with a sense of justice often play an awkward role in this process, that is, when these laws are customary, and the peasant head and the lord have negotiated the price, then the paladins will remain silent and acquiesce to this kind of exploitation, but if the lord makes excessive demands or breaks the agreement, the paladins will exercise their power.

For example, there was a lord who stipulated that the time of labor in a year was 67 days, but the lord of the Baan had the whimsical idea that the peasants would serve almost eight hours a day in labor, so the correct time of service should be 67 * 3 = 201 days.

Before this rule could be enforced, the paladins besieged him, and the lord was forced to abandon his title and be inherited by his brother, and was exiled.

But on the other hand, let's say a yeoman farmer encounters an "inheritance tax" on his father's land, that is, every yeoman farmer must pay "a horse, a leather armor, and a sheep" to the lord when he inherits the land of his elders.

One very special exception was Mulholland, where the paladins openly allowed the trade in slaves on the grounds that Mulholland's tradition held that slaves = Mulholland were the property of the gods, and that the paladins would follow such conventions and closely monitor the slave owners to provide their slaves with two meals a day and to exceed the man-hours stipulated in the teachings.

It has to be said that in the country, if you are not an adventurer, then the slow-paced life like the Middle Ages is quite boring.

Douglas was one such unlucky one.

He came from the Hurek Forest, the most edge of the Sunset Collar, and several brothers in the family, the eldest and the second, all finished their labor years ago, and came back one by one to complain of misery, Douglas himself did a lot of farm work, and served his parents very hard, and the two brothers had already married under the witness of the priest Shirney, and he begged for a lot, but in the end it was his turn to do the labor.

Why me?

Douglas was disgruntled to the fact that his village was a newly built village, and that the annual crop output was not much, and that his brother and sister-in-law had given him 10 pieces of black bread, and his parents had secretly stuffed him with a small bag of copper coins, which was barely enough to deal with.

In the winter sunset, a group of young men who were to serve in labor set out together, following the instructions of the officer, through the forest, past the newly built town, and finally to the edge of the Feilong Water Lake.

The black bread had been eaten, the copper coins had been almost spent, and a group of cold and hungry young men gathered around the fire

After resting for a long time, several fierce Shepherd legionnaires came up with weapons.

"Hurry up, get up and get to work! Sharp!"

Douglas's heart was cold, he was hungry and cold now, and he knew that he was going to get sick if he worked in this condition for a few hours.

But there was no way, the attitude of the soldiers was very arrogant, and the weapons in their hands did not recognize people.

"One, two, three, up!"

Two laborers hold up a log.

"One, two, three, up!"

Another log was transported to the dock by the river.

After working for a long time, Douglas was really dizzy with hunger, and the day's labor was finally over, and he sat by the fire, not even wanting to say a word.

However, the sound that followed immediately made him shudder.

"It's time to eat!" The soldiers of the Shepherd's Legion shouted, "Go and get the porridge yourself, and you can do enough!" Eat as much as you want!"

"It's a winter pickle, those snow elves taught us to make!"

Douglas couldn't believe his ears.

What, there is pork offal to drink? And pickles made by adults with pointed ears?!

Without knowing where another surge of strength poured out, Douglas trotted all the way to the place where he received the porridge.

It's porridge!

Golden porridge!

The kind with meat in it!

Douglas took the pork offal porridge in a large bowl with both hands with great rarity, and as soon as he started it, he felt his hands sink, and the enticing fragrance made the farmers of Hurek Forest can't help but secrete saliva, he took the simplest wooden spoon, and gently stirred it in the bowl, and immediately moved to tears.

As soon as the spoon was flipped over, the pig heart, pig liver, pig lungs, and pig intestine were all turned out, and the big bowl of wheat porridge was like flowing gold, and more importantly, the spoon was put in the porridge and it actually fell directly into it!

"Fontia is above, Fontia is above!" Douglas was so excited that he picked up the hot porridge and was about to find a corner to prepare for a hard meal.

"Hey, don't pickle vegetables?" The soldiers sneered and reminded him.

Pickles?! Douglas thought to himself, this is not the end of it?

I saw the soldiers pick up a spoonful of pickles from a large iron bucket with a spoon half the size of a palm, and the whole process did not shake their wrists, the spoon did not tremble, and they threw it into the big bowl greatly, splashing a burst of droplets, which made Douglas feel distressed.

But the fragrance on the pickles had already made him forgetful, and he gently picked up a trace of it with his lips, sour, salty, sweet, and some indescribable faint pain!

It smells so good!

"Hey, is that enough?" The soldiers laughed.

"Enough is enough!" Douglas nodded desperately, for fear that the pork offal and pickles in the bowl would fly, so he randomly found a corner and picked up the big bowl and buried himself in hard work.

Along the corner was a whole column of laborers, everyone drinking porridge with their heads bored, and others licking bowls with their tongues when they finished eating.

The porridge is hot, the vegetables are salty, and the heart is warm.

The feeling of hunger and cold disappeared in an instant, and Douglas drained his stomach with a full bowl of porridge, wiped the corners of his mouth, and thought to himself that it was great to be able to come out to serve in labor this time.

This food can't be eaten by yeoman farmers.

But that wasn't the end of it, the shepherds came up and laughed and scolded, "Have you eaten enough? If you haven't eaten enough, you can continue!"

What?!

Did Douglas feel like he was dreaming?

No way! When pigs fly!

We've all eaten like this, what will Lord Aaron's grandfather eat?

Douglas recalled the Salian family crest he had seen on the shores of the Wyvern Lake, his eyes had been full of hatred and numbness, and now, Douglas felt as if the Salian family crest was shrouded in a sacred octagonal halo.

But why?

Douglas didn't understand, and humanity began to subconsciously look for a reason.

I remembered that the Salian family had been robbed of titles in the village, and I remembered that Aaron and the princess were not clear

Rumors, remembering that Aaron already had a priest lady of the Silver Lady as his wife, and remembering the guardian dragon they had seen, Douglas felt that he had found a reason.

Isn't Lord Aaron just trying to replace the royal family?

Count me in then!

Throughout the Sunset Collar, the eyes of the peasants who had come to enjoy the Salian brand labor for the first time gradually changed.

The porridge is delicious and the dishes are delicious!

But will you be able to eat it tomorrow? If you can eat it tomorrow, will you still eat it the day after tomorrow?

Whoever wants to be unfavorable to Lord Aaron is our enemy!

After eating at night, as he was about to rest, Douglas suddenly heard the roar of a dragon in the sky.

"Hahahahahahaha~"

In the night, the laborers saw the dragon flying by and heading towards Salian Castle, her smug roar filling the air.

At first, the Sunset Lord's lords were terrified when they saw the dragon.

However, since Aaron arrived in Sunset Territory, Egil has been flying all day long in every corner of the Territory, "patrolling" her "territory", and for a long time, even the most unheard of farmers will not be surprised.

"That's the guardian dragon." The laborers were talking a lot, gossiping about the great dragon dragon Egil, because they were all overwhelmed, and they didn't have much sleepiness for the time being.

At this moment, the guard who stayed at the gate suddenly spoke: "Isn't it? You have to figure it out, the porridge you eat, the pickles you eat, but this dragon lord has rewarded you!"

"Lord Dragon? Is it true?" The peasants were surprised.

"Yes, Lord Aaron somehow persuaded her to take out the food that she had been supposed to take away, so that all of you could have hot porridge to drink and pickles to eat."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the room suddenly changed.

One of the laborers, who seemed to be older and more knowledgeable, suddenly said, "Speaking of which, the previous news rumored that the purple dragon on our Cormier is not referring to this dragon? Lord Salian and this dragon are not ......."

The laborers were silenced and looked collectively at the guards at the door.

The guards didn't react.

Obviously, some ideas have already sprouted in their hearts.

…………

Salian Castle, Aquitaine Palace.

"Peng!" The window was kicked open, and Egil, who had taken on a human form, grabbed the upper edge of the window with both hands and flew into the warm palace in a very uninelegant upward and downward rotation.

"Ahh From the room came the screams of Miss Pastor and Aaron's grumblings: "Egil! Can't you just click in normally?"

"Shut up, servant!" After a period of dormancy, Egil the Power Dragon is now refreshed, her body length has expanded from nine to twelve meters, and her strength has become stronger.

So dragons are really a species that is favored by the heavens, and they can become stronger when they sleep a lot of times.

"If you dare to resist me again, I will completely devour you in the name of the legendary dragon species, you servant, you can't be so rude to your master! - Ah!" The big dragon dragon was still arrogant, and Aaron had already hit her on the head with his hand.

Now Egil's majesty was gone, and she covered her head and crouched down, "You have gone too far, servant! What kind of punch are you, it hurts me so much!"

The pastor, who was originally furious, couldn't help but laugh when she saw this scene.

This arrogant legendary dragon breed...... Seems a little cowardly in the face of Aaron?

"Just in time, Egil, if you wake up, the whole Grand Curtain will begin to prepare." Aaron was sorry, and touched Egil's silver with an extra hint of red hair.

"Hey, don't touch my horns!" Egil hurriedly retreated.

He knew that Egil had faintly sensed the power from the Chaos Pact court through the High Dragon Contract, so she became a little cowardly.

Four powerful divine powers, it feels like it's still the peak!

"Here, let's sum it up." Aaron smiled, "This time, we're going to give the nation a show that will shock the gods."

"It's always been my father's wish."