"God, Lord Karl, you are a genius, I have never tried this method of forging!"

In the blacksmith shop for Alan, Carl is discussing something with Alan.

The blazing stove lit the blacksmith red, and even Cal had a little sweat on his forehead, but Alan was better, and his years of blacksmithing life had made him fully accustomed to this environment.

But even so, the two of them had no effect, they had a heated discussion, in fact most of the time Carl was talking and Alan was listening.

Of course, this does not mean that Carl has much success in the blacksmith industry, there is a specialization in the art industry, Carl does not understand this, but he is talking about a forging method that he has heard of in his previous life.

He was vague because he didn't know much about it, he just knew a rough idea, but he could barely build a framework as he spoke.

Alan is a professional at this kind of thing, and he can automatically identify the mistakes in Carl's words and adjust it, which makes this method feasible.

"Lord Karl, I really didn't expect you to know about this kind of thing, you are really knowledgeable, I didn't know anything about this cold forging method before." Alan said in admiration.

"Haha, I just heard about some of the practices of the Oriental Sword." Karl sneered.

"Oriental? Is it the Carol area? Although the blacksmiths in the Kairol region are very dexterous, and they have their own secrets to build their own longsword, they don't seem to have a cold forge...... "Alan was a little puzzled.

"No, no, no, it may be more east than that, okay, the issues we are discussing are not here, these are not important." Carl changed the topic, he didn't know if there was an ancient civilization in the east of this world, even if there was one, it was not something he could get, and the current means of transportation and means really had to go to the east, I was afraid that he would die of exhaustion halfway.

"You're right, maybe I should have focused more on these swords." Alan nodded.

"Ellen, are you sure you'll follow the method I've said to create a sword that's harder but not brittle enough to be tough?" Karl asked.

The current sword seemed very rudimentary to him, and the knight under the protection of the chain mail was almost immune to the attacks of these swords, and even broke the sword.

"It should be my lord, but I'm not sure, it all needs to be tried, and if I can make a sword like that, I will definitely give it to you." Allen's eyes lit up, and for a blacksmith, there was nothing more appealing than the creation of a new, non-existent sword.

"I'm sure you can do it, if you lack funds or materials halfway, you can contact me at any time, and I promise that you won't be short of funds and materials." Karl said solemnly.

He has great hopes for these swords, and if they are really built and mass-produced, then maybe he will be able to redress his army.

If he hadn't been able to and couldn't make a gun, he would have gone crazy to build even the most rudimentary earthen gun.

"Thank you for trusting me, my lord, I will not let you down!" Allen's face was full of emotion, in his opinion, this was undoubtedly a sign of trusting him, just ask so many nobles, who can support a blacksmith to try without interruption at a large price.

Karl nodded, smiling and exiting the blacksmith's shop.

"Your Lord! It's the lord! ”

"Long live your lord!"

When Karl passed through the territory, almost all the peasants who saw him saluted with respect on their faces, and in their eyes this was a nobleman who valued the territory and valued them.

At first, they didn't understand the territory planning, and there were some complaints, definitely Carl was looking for trouble, but they didn't feel the benefits until it was actually completed, which made it much easier for them.

And Carl also implemented the waterwheel designed by Juliana, which made it much easier for the farmers, made irrigation and water diversion easier, and more and more wasteland was reclaimed.

And what made them a little curious was the toilet that Carl had built, which they found very troublesome at first, after all, Carl insisted that they had to urinate there or be fined.

But as time went on, they got used to it, and the environment did get much better, and the previous stinking feeling was gone, which made people feel much more comfortable.

All these changes that can be felt can be felt have increased Karl's prestige a lot, at least no longer the hatred of the aristocracy.

It is absolutely inconceivable that this scene happened in other noble territories, and when other nobles passed through their territories, the peasants would also salute as a sign of respect, but that was when there were guards, and if there were no guards around, presumably those bold guys would not mind tying each other up for ransom.

"Nov, why do you look happy, is something good happening?" Karl couldn't help but ask, seeing the peasant's smile that he couldn't hide.

"My lord, our wheat harvest has been harvested!" Nov smirked, for a farmer, there is nothing more worthy of joy than a good harvest, and if there is, it is a good harvest every year.

"Oh? yes, that's really great! Karl was also surprised, his territory was abundant, which meant that his income would be more, and he could also spend less money to help the serfs who had no food to eat, after all, they had enough food to spare.

"What about the other things? Like my vineyard or something? Carl asked again.

Nov was a little embarrassed, shook his head, and said, "My lord, I don't know this very well, but I seem to be very happy to see the farmers in the vineyard, and I should have a good harvest." ”

Carl nodded, if it was true, it would be a blessing.

"Master Karl, I've finally found you." At this moment, Berg hurried over, his face very anxious.

"What's wrong, Berg?"

"Slave ...... Slave ......" Berg was out of breath and could not speak smoothly for a while.

"Slow down my treasurer, don't rush." Karl shook his head.

"Lord Karl, the slave traders of the town of Javier have arrived, and they have brought a large number of slaves." Berg said excitedly.

"A large batch? How many can there be? Karl asked, Berg should be no less excited.

"A hundred and fifty! And only two hundred silver natas from us! ”

"What? So many people? And what do you say about two hundred silver natas? "Carl was shocked, there are only eight or nine hundred people in Sylde Manor plus the village, and this one hundred and fifty more people can break a thousand people, which is really rare.

"Didn't you say that a slave costs two or three silver natas, why is the price so much less all of a sudden, it's a little closer."

"Because of the recent war between the Earl and the Flo people in our vicinity, many of the Flo people have been captured, and the slave traders have a large number of slaves in their hands, and those lowly Flo people are worthless, and we have bought a lot of slaves, and we have conveyed the meaning of long-term cooperation with the other party, so the other party will sell us cheaper." Berg explained.

"Well done Berg, that's great, but maybe we'll have to take a break after this time, because we don't have any money to spare." Karl smiled, but had to face the facts.

The silver that was obtained through compensation has basically been spent, and some is left as reserves.

And it will take some time for all this investment to pay off.

……

"You're Sir Karl Dias, aren't you?" The slave trader couldn't help but smile when he saw Karl and his party hurrying with the guards, but his eyes were always vigilant.

If it was an ordinary knight, he wouldn't be able to look down on it, after all, those knights had more than ten or twenty soldiers in their hands, and there were only thirty or forty good ones, and their territory was visibly dilapidated to the naked eye, and as a slave merchant in the slave guild, he could have one hundred and eighty guards in his hands, and in terms of wealth, it was not comparable to those knights.

But the knight in front of him, the richness of his territory and the stability of order frightened him, and the most terrifying thing was that he found that the people in this territory had an upward mood and would not be as lifeless as other territories.

All this made him dare not underestimate this young knight, not to mention that this time the other party was his big customer.

"Witt...... It's Mr. Werther, right, I'm glad you can bring these slaves to me. Carl smiled.

"This is a trade for my noble sir." Werther shrugged his shoulders and looked very easygoing.

But Carl was not deceived by his easy-going appearance and mistook him for a good man, in fact, a good man could not be a slave trader.

How did the slave trader's slaves come about? Some were bought from nearby nobles, but some did plunder small villages on their own.

When they find a village without the protection of the nobility, they become raiders, and both the looted wealth and slaves make them a fortune.

After Carl paid the silver natas to the other party, all the slaves behind Witt officially became Carl's slaves.

Witt didn't seem to have any intention of staying here, and after the transaction was completed, he left here with the money under the protection of the guards, two hundred silver natas was not a small amount, and Witt did not dare to stay for long.

"Berg, go to Juliana and ask her to arrange these slaves, just as we need enough men to reclaim the wasteland." Karl ordered.

"Okay, my lord, it's just that there are so many people pouring in at once, I'm afraid we won't have enough food." Berg was worried.

"Don't worry, I've seen it, we have enough food in stock to get through this winter, and the next year our newly cultivated wasteland will grow enough wheat." Karl wasn't worried.

"Okay." Berg nodded, and since Carl was so sure, he didn't say anything.