On the day after the holiday, both Einhard and Flender went to the office, and as the two men in the realm who were second only to Bayer, they were now one of the few individuals who could speak directly to Bayer.

Sir Flender slammed the table. "The tenant farmers went down to the battlefield and went up to the city wall, complaining and mourning."

"The terrain we have is bordered by poison swamps to the west and Bretonnia to the east, and the only possible enemy is to descend from the gray mountains in the south."

"But that kind of place is rugged and not a place where manpower can march."

"Now the Long Lake Collar is absolutely safe!"

Einhard chimed in. "My lord, train the peasants, and work hard and lose money."

Their opinions are not personal opinions, but the various accusations they receive in their territory as management.

If he hadn't discovered the Dimension Stone, he would have focused on people's livelihood and business.

He didn't blame the two knights, Flender and Einhard, and just walked out of the room without saying a word.

He couldn't say anything about the dimensional stone, and the fewer people who knew about it, the lower the danger.

But at the moment, it has also become a problem for Byer, like the sword of Damocles hanging above his head.

A few days after Sir Flender's complaint, guards at the edge of the territory spotted a large number of skeletons and zombies roaming around the territory.

Attracted by the blood and temperature of living people, they move closer to nearby villages.

Fortunately, the trained peasants easily crushed the wicked things with the defense of pitchforks and walls, and completely silenced the naysayers.

It turns out that there is indeed something eyeing Bretonnia's territory!

When the walls and training really protected them, the previous complaints and incomprehension disappeared.

In this way, a week passed, and the trade routes of the territory began to be attacked frequently by the undead, although the village was not affected much by the high walls and militia.

But the presence of the undead in large numbers made the entire night of the Long Lake Territory extremely dangerous and long.

The light of the evil moon grew brighter and brighter, and the weather grew colder and colder, and the day of the witchcraft, the day of the year, the evil moon was closest to this world.

The realm was soon covered with a haze, and at this moment the people began to appreciate and worship the walls built by the lord and the intensive training one at a time.

Without those things, the surrounding villages would have been destroyed by hordes of undead, who acted almost instinctively, but once they came up, they were too much to deal with.

But this situation has given Bayer an opportunity to make a fortune.

The Poison Blade unit also changed its equipment during this time, and the blacksmiths in the collar worked day and night to produce 40 sets of plate armor and war hammers, which were distributed to some elites.

Bayer did this not to fortify the defenses, but to make money.

The Poisonblade troops began to take over the work of mercenaries, firstly, because the lord's troops were of high quality, and secondly, the soldiers did not burn, kill, loot, drink and curse.

It was instantly liked by the merchants, and the appearance of holding a war hammer was even more reassuring, and it only took one moment for the undead to disperse (physical).

The protection fee for a Poisonblade Soldier costs 20 silver coins, one gold coin.

It takes about half a month to run a business, and 40 soldiers equipped with heavy weapons earn 80 gold coins a month.

Half of it is given to the soldier himself, and Baier gets 40 gold coins, which can also exercise the soldier's combat effectiveness.

And when there is no output of tenant farmers in winter, the income of mercenaries becomes even more important.

The crop output in winter is less than half of the usual one, which is about 50 gold coins per month, and this is basically estimated to be paid until the harvest season.

From a financial point of view, although Bayer's wall repairs and equipment have always been the bulk of the expenses, the real gold beast is the importance that Bayer attaches to the training of farmers.

Whether it is the gold coins given to the peasants, or the training equipment, and their occupation of the soldiers, it is a huge cost.

Bretonnia's knighthood and the gifts of the goddess of the lake also shifted direction, and Bretonnia pursued the pinnacle of individual martial arts, rather than the high specialization of the army.

Bayer's decisions during this time are all against the sky!

During the period when Baier had the soldiers serve as mercenaries, the faith of the inhabitants was shaken by the arrival of winter and the appearance of the undead, and during this time, the Poison Blade troops who protected them began to preach their traditional arts.

Their habit of praising Lakcha is so ingrained that in the two short months since Baier settled in Long Lake, the peasants trained by the soldiers began to chant Rakcha every day.

The merchants protected by the soldiers also began to chant Lakcha on a daily basis, and the number of believers gradually increased, and they began to add various personality attributes to Lakcha.

For example, a goddess in green clothes has the attributes of earth and mother, which will make the undead and demons rest, the poison is her anger, and those who believe in her will become healthy and resilient.

And Shetling, oh, now it should be called Sender Iror, also became almost a holy place, and gradually peasants began to make pilgrimages, and the various creeds developed by Long Lake began to spread to the original place.

When Bair realizes that something is wrong, a green statue of a young girl has been erected in the city's Lanard church.

Considering that faith was important to feudal society, and that most people regarded Bayer as God's chosen choice, he didn't care too much.

The current headache for Baier is what the scouts are seeing near the village.

Many of the inhabitants of the village left the village to cut wood or hunt and skeletons captured and taken away.

What creeps Bair out is that they capture, not kill.

The undead have no intelligence, and to be able to do such a thing means that something must be directing them.

And the recent resurrection of the dead suggests that a powerful necromancer, the user of the winds of death, is gathering armies...

The most understandable situation is that a vampire count has his own territory in sight!

And it's capturing the living, sucking blood to keep it alive!

At first, Bair was still discussing the appearance of the undead with Flender, and they attributed the situation to the approach of the evil moon and the arrival of the day of witchcraft.

Because the day of witchcraft will be due to the approach of the evil moon, a large amount of magical wind will blow across the earth, and all magic will be strengthened at this moment.

But on a normal day of witchcraft, there would not be such a large-scale anomaly.

Baier quickly gathered the knights in the territory, Flender, Einhard, and the nine chivalrous knights who joined behind to form a meeting.

Because the long table was inconvenient for discussion, a round table was used, and now 12 people have gathered to discuss how to deal with today's strange situation.

Bair spoke. "We may need to ask for the help of the saints of the Goddess of the Lake."

Sir Flender immediately shook his head, and then "bit his ear" by Leyer's ear.

"Sir, have you forgotten the inside of the dungeon?"

It was only after he realized that he had done something good!

When the other knights accepted the words, Sir Flender spoke.

"The saints gather in Carcassonne, and the nearest Chapel of the Holy Grail is in Poldero, and it takes at least a month to go back and forth."

"The day of witchcraft is still half a month away, and there is not enough time!"

At the moment, everyone else was talking, and Bayer pushed the boat with the flow.

"Sir has a point..."

"I have decided to vigorously promote the Lakcha faith in the territory, set up independent churches and monks, write out the canon, and make Lakcha the bishop of the territory!"

The knights instantly showed a hint of hesitation, which was disobedient to the Goddess Sect in the Lake...

But he was blocked back by Bayer with a sentence, and he used extraordinary means to block it all back in extraordinary times!