"Wow!"

Seeing Baron Caffield coughing up blood after being kicked by Sorok, the peasants let out a cry of grief.

Their faces were distorted and trembling, and they looked at Baron Carfield who was lying on the ground coughing up blood, and their eyes were full of fear.

As a country peasant in a barony, how could they ever have seen such a scene?

In their eyes, Baron Caffield is already an unattainable big man, and he has always been a high-ranking person in the territory on weekdays, and he is rampant and domineering everywhere, how can he have fallen to the ground and vomited blood so miserably?

With their limited knowledge and limited vision, the greatest man they have ever seen in their lives is Baron Carfield.

Now, this noble and extremely great aristocratic lord in their eyes has been kicked and coughed up blood, and it is conceivable what kind of impact this will have on them.

However, Sorok didn't feel deflated yet.

"It's only the lowliest-ranking baron, but you're a lord no matter what, right?"

Sorok walked up to Baron Cafeld and looked down at him, his eyes bloodshot.

"Since you are a lord, how can you not be optimistic about your territory and manage your own people?"

"It must be that you guys only care about prestige and fortune on weekdays, and you haven't fulfilled your responsibilities as a lord at all, right?"

"It's a sin that deserves death, right?"

Sorok's vicious words were naturally exchanged for Baron Cafeld's terrified screams.

"Nothing, nothing, Your Highness!" Baron Cafeld cried and said, "I have fulfilled my obligations as a lord, I will pay my taxes on time every year, and I will write my monthly report on time, and I have never cut corners!" ”

"I am loyal to the royal family, and I support the royal faction, Your Highness!"

Baron Cafeld thought that he would be caught, and that he was abused like this by Sorok because of the good deeds he had done in the territory.

He is indeed a supporter of the royal faction, but he is not without contacts with the duke's faction, and sometimes he will sell some information to them to seek some wealth.

He does pay his taxes on time every year, but these taxes are only about 30% of the taxes he collects in his territory, and he swallows the rest by himself.

Not only did he levy heavy taxes on his domain, but if any of his lords could not afford to pay the taxes, he would simply reduce them to slavery, and treat them as cheap labor, or use them for heavy labor, or simply sell them.

As for the monthly territorial management report, it was written by the civil servants under his command, and it had nothing to do with him.

Baron Caffield did not dare to admit these, let alone say them, so he could only talk nonsense like this.

But he didn't know that this was not the kind of thing that Sorok cared about.

"You say you have fulfilled your obligations as a lord?"

Sorok laughed, angry in his laughter.

"You have fulfilled your obligations as a lord, so why would you let that kind of guy escape from your territory?"

Sorok began to kick Baron Kafeld one by one.

"If you hadn't let him escape, how could I have suffered such a crime?"

"If it weren't for your incompetence, how could that guy be hiding so far?"

"If you had discovered that guy's talent and potential at the beginning, controlled him in advance, and trained him to be a loyal dog, a dog, how could he have a chance to show off his might in front of me?"

"So, it's all you, it's all your fault!"

Sorok arrogantly and unreasonably blamed Baron Caffield on his body, unilaterally venting his anger, and the force on his feet became heavier and heavier, so heavy that he kicked Baron Caffield to the point that his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and his blood was splashed all over his body.

"Quack......! Yes......! Woohoo......! ”

Baron Carfield could still cry and beg for mercy at first, but after a long time, there was nothing left but screams.

It didn't take long for Baron Carfield to become completely out of shape, lying in a pool of blood, dying, and he didn't even have the strength to hold his head.

Still unfazed, Sorok kicked several times before turning to the peasants.

"Spare your life!"

"Spare your life!"

Several peasants were already frightened, and when they saw Sorok turn to him, they immediately knelt down and kowtowed, crying miserably.

Sorok looked at the three of them as if he was looking at something dirty, but he was already somewhat relieved, and he didn't hit anyone again.

"You're Rig Brihaut's grandfather and parents, aren't you?"

Sorok asked coldly.

"Li, Lige?"

When the three of them heard this name, they were stunned on the spot.

This name, it is naturally impossible for the three of them not to know each other.

It was a name that once made them go from great joy to great sorrow, and then from great compassion to anger and hatred.

Brihaut's family has been farmers for three generations.

Not only did they live in the Barony of Carfield, but they were extremely poor for generations, living only on farming, and were inferior to slaves.

Whether it is Brihaut's grandfather or Brihaut's father, they are all people who have the luxury of hoping to get rid of poverty, no longer be a farmer, and live a rich and noble life.

Unfortunately, not only did they not get their wish, but Lord Brihaut was once demoted to a slave because he couldn't pay his taxes, and became one of the many slaves under Baron Cafeld who had no human rights.

They do the most work on weekdays, but they get the least pay, and they can only barely make ends meet, not to mention starving for nine meals in three days, and starving for six or seven meals is certain.

Such a hard life, even after the birth of the original owner, has not changed.

It wasn't until about a year ago, when the Brihaults discovered by chance that the original owner was born with a strong magical power and might be able to become a magician, that they were ecstatic.

For them, who have been farmers all their lives, and even slaves, the magician is a noble existence.

They don't have any combat-level, tactical, or strategic concepts of magicians, but there is a magician in Barony Carfield, who is hired by Baron Carfield to impose a contract of servitude on the people who can't pay taxes, and the rest don't have to do anything, but they have a status second only to Baron Carfield, who is supported, envied, loved, and served every day, and lives an extremely nourishing life.

He was able to unleash fireballs that shattered massive rocks that even a few strong men couldn't lift.

He can blow the wind, and no matter how many slaves and guards are besieging him, he can blow them all away.

In the eyes of people in that kind of rural place, such power can only be described as miracles.

If their children and grandchildren can become such characters, then they will be able to live a good life and no longer be poor peasants.

So, under the great joy, several people ignored the presence of the original owner himself and directly made arrangements for him.

That is to dedicate him to the lord and let him work for the lord.

This led to the flight of the original owner and the shattering of the dreams of the Brihaut family.

Therefore, in this year, they were angry all the time, not resentful, thinking that this unworthy descendant abandoned his family, which was really intolerable.

If they didn't dare to leave the territory casually, fearing that they would be killed by the lord's people, they would definitely catch up with them desperately, catch this rabbit cub back, and beat him hard.

And so, until now, they heard Rieger's name again.

Don't......

"Yes, did that bastard offend you?"

Lord Brihout shuddered and said this.

"That's none of our business!"

Mother Brihaut was also in tears.

"That bastard has long run away from home, and it has nothing to do with us, if you want to settle the score, go to him himself, it's okay to beat him to death, that kind of wolf-hearted guy deserves to die!"

Father Briehaut even vented his anger and hatred for Riger.

The three of them suddenly said a word to me, and kept shouting, in short, they were showing that they had nothing to do with Riege, that he didn't know what he was doing, and that the great sins were all his own business, and they had nothing to do with them.

Looking at the ugly appearance and even uglier words of the Brihaut family in order to survive, Sorok smiled instead.

And, this time, there was no anger in his laughter, only pleasure.

"I see, that guy was born in this kind of family, no wonder he wants to hide his strength and develop secretly, if you discover his ability too early, he will definitely become your money-making tool and be arrested and dedicated to that waste baron, right?"

Sorok felt like he had seen a part of Riege's hidden truth.

But it doesn't matter for a while.

"You probably don't know yet, do you?" Sorok sneered at the Brihaut family and said, "Your unfilial son and grandson has now become the seventh sword master of the kingdom, and he is still a tactical-level magician, with a high status and strength, he can be regarded as standing at the apex of this kingdom, right?" ”

Hearing this, the Brihaut family was stunned again.

"Of course, it doesn't matter." Sorok changed his tone and said, "The important thing is that your grandson, your son, is now out of the ordinary, so it is only right for you, as a relative, to come to him, right?" ”

"You want to live?"

"It's simple, just complete a task."

Sorok placed what looked like a potion in front of the Brihaut family.

"As long as you can find a chance for him to take this potion, I will not only keep you alive, but also give you the wealth you have always dreamed of."

"How?"

"Can it be done?"

Before Sorok's words fell, the Brihout family looked at each other in ecstasy.

"Yes!"

"We can!"

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

The three of them did not hesitate for a moment, shouting, but only the words echoed in their minds——— "Get the richness you dreamed of." ”

As for what the bottle of medicine was, and what would happen to Rig after drinking it, it wasn't for them to know.

"Good."

The sneer on Sorok's face grew thick.

He couldn't wait to find out.

I wonder what kind of expression Rig will show after drinking the potion he prepared for him and being betrayed by his relatives.

Sorok didn't know that outside, a figure was slowly approaching.

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