"Boris gives you your life, Lord Count."

At sunset, Boris returned to the ranks with the Knights Templar, whose blood showed that their enemies had died by their swords.

"Have you completed the task I requested?" Carl asked casually.

"Of course, Lord Count, according to your orders, we have shown the way for those refugees to go to Dortmund, and I believe that it will not be long before the Dillmans of Dortmund will get a new growth." Boris said seriously.

"Very good, you go back first, let the knights of the Knights have a good rest." Carl nodded, a satisfied expression.

Although he is not a bad person, he is not a bad person either, of course he will not save people without asking for anything in return, after all, there is also a risk in this, the other party is a robber with a real knife and not a beggar.

Although he was confident that the knights of the Templar Order would not suffer any casualties in such a battle, after all, the armor on their bodies was not pierced by ordinary knives, but there was a possibility of casualties in this case.

And the reward he asked for was very simple, nothing more than to leave an impression on the refugees and give them one more choice in the direction they went, and that was Dortmund.

Although Karl has paid great attention to migrating inland people to Dortmund in recent years, and has also given many preferential treatments to attract those inland Dillmans, the effect is not very obvious.

This is also a very normal thing, in such an era of very backward means of transportation, a person's life range is just that, ordinary people will not leave their hometown to go to a distant place, and it is a distant place that does not know what the prospect is.

Therefore, there are not many Dillmans in Dortmund now, at least compared to the Flo people who live here, the proportion of Dillmans is at an absolute disadvantage.

This is a very dangerous thing, others don't think it, but Carl is very wary of this matter, under a rule, the danger of the majority of ethnic groups is too low, history has told him the answer, he doesn't want to go through the dualistic empire again.

Although the current era is not the same as that era, there are still lessons to be learned.

So Karl wanted to increase the population of the Dillman people for Dortmund, which was not only related to his rule, but also related to Dortmund's prosperity.

Since the traditional attraction of inland migration is no longer feasible, or will not be effective in the short term, he can only implement some unconventional methods.

Refugees are one of his goals now, every time a war breaks out, it brings a large number of refugees, these refugees are disdainful of many nobles, those short-sighted fellows, even the peasants in their own territory do not care, in their impression, those who are as lowly as rabbits, their ability to reproduce is like the weeds inside, as long as they do not die, there will always be after a while.

For Karl, this kind of thinking is like a rich second generation, and for a rich generation entrepreneur like him, population resources are very important to him, as long as the food produced by Dortmund and various conditions can be supported, he will get more people.

After waiting for a while, Boris still showed no signs of leaving, but only looked a little hesitant, as if he wanted to say something.

Karl frowned and looked at him suspiciously.

"Boris, is there anything else?"

"Lord Earl, I do have one more thing here." Violence scratched his head embarrassedly, and then talked to Carl in general.

After listening to this, Karl showed a look of sudden realization, and a simple summary was that Boris found a young girl in the crowd of refugees, the girl's grandmother had died at the hands of the robbers, with the girl's age, after losing the protection of her elders, she could not survive in such a migration, and even Boris believed that as soon as he left their belongings, he would definitely be robbed by other refugees.

Although Boris is a devout believer, it doesn't mean that he is a guy who doesn't understand human nature, no matter how before he became Karl's knight, he was also a wandering knight wandering in various territories, as a wandering knight, he has to face not only how to obtain new glory, but also whether he will be defeated by the darkness of human nature during the journey.

"And how did you do that?" Carl asked, in fact he already had a guess in his mind.

"I thought that the girl was so pitiful, so I asked her to bring her back, hoping that the Earl would agree that she would be with us, and I assure you that she would not interfere with the progress of our team." Speaking of this, Boris's heart was a little apprehensive, and he glanced at Karl uneasily.

In fact, his approach can definitely be regarded as an assertion, their team is on the front line, not to go back to enjoy the blessings, and any superfluous personnel will become a burden, let alone a girl.

Of course, he also knew this, but as a knight, he really couldn't bear to leave like this, sorry for the justice in his heart, and sorry for the oath he made when he accepted the knight's canonization.

Time passed by second, and just when Boris's restlessness was at its peak, Karl suddenly laughed.

"Don't be nervous, Boris, my acting master, I have no intention of refusing, in fact I feel very proud, my knight is a real knight, he is also worthy of the glory of the members of the Templar Order, now there are too many people who are full of glory on the surface and extremely dirty in their hearts, I look down on them, I hope that the nobles under my territory not only have noble titles, but also have corresponding kindness and benevolence, just like when I accepted the title of canonization, Archbishop Sandri told me." Karl showed a slightly nostalgic expression, although it was not a few years before he was canonized as an earl, but for a young man like him, a few years was already a very distant memory.

"And now I also tell you, I hope you can protect the justice in your heart, and I hope that your sword is wielded for justice." Karl looked at Boris with a smile.

Boris looked at Karl in a daze, and his face showed a look of emotion.

"Thank you for your teachings, Lord Earl, I swear to you, I will obey!" Boris's expression was very serious, and at this moment, he seemed to return to the time when he accepted the title canonization, which was the supreme responsibility and honor.