Lord Siegel's life officially began, and although he didn't feel anything special many times, it was still the same as before. He doesn't feel that he is fundamentally different from other people, everyone is a creature under the sky who yearns for happiness. The only difference is the responsibilities and the problems you face.

Orcs don't know what they're supposed to do, they don't farm, they only hunt and pick fruit. As a result, most of them chose to become miners, while the rest either became hired farmers, learning the secrets of farming in three villages, or becoming handymen in blacksmiths, relying on their strength to eat.

After a period of waiting, the original villagers began to gradually understand what kind of people their lords were. They had been worried that the new lord would collect taxes upon arrival, as this was his power, and many lords had established their prestige through such acts.

The early spring was the time when the villagers were at their most struggling, there was not much food left, and the chickens were so thin that they couldn't even lay a few eggs. Siegel did not ask them to hand over gold and silver at this time, and did not even levy grain, but spent money to buy it. This act of kindness made the villagers feel very strange, and began to speculate and question the lord's ability. Siegel had asked the villagers to do their labor in addition to farming, but the number of people who came to work near the camp was now dwindling, and even the work became lazy. Fezak spotted the sign and reported the situation to Siegel.

"Let the people from the village come to the mine. Siegel simply explained this.

Three days later, Fezak arrived early at Zebra Mountain with a selection of prestigious villagers from the three villages, and stood next to the camp where the orc miners lived. The early orcs pointed at them and mischievously scared them with their ugly faces. Or provoke with a war cry in orc language. Scare these human villagers.

It's all arranged by Hum. He wanted to do this after hearing the rumors in the village. Orcs find it very difficult to understand the strange idea of humans questioning Siegel's abilities. Shouldn't a mighty mage be feared? No wonder the walled mountains are also called sheepfold mountains, and sure enough, the humans in them are just stupid lambs, who can only obey under the sticks.

"Fezak, when will our lord arrive?" The ranks gradually dispersed amid the intimidation, with some people looking left and right, others trying to hide behind others. But Fezak didn't bother with them. Just looking at the gold mine for yourself.

After a period of construction, the Zebra Mountain Gold Mine has gradually taken shape, and the steps from the cliff platform to the foot of the mountain have been built with wood, and the pipelines used to transport ore and soil have been basically laid. It turned out that the sling that had been built on top of it, without a suitable pulley, had worn out to the point that it could not be used. Siegel didn't think of a solution for the time being, so he ordered the construction of the slide.

On the other side of the camp, an alchemy workshop was being built, and Siegel devoted most of his energy to it. He had written to Irinth, asking him to hire a few dwarven craftsmen who knew how to smelt gold. I will use the gold produced here as a reward. The letter was sent out, but there has been no response yet. Siegel had no choice but to stick to his original plan. He is setting up an alchemy circle, using the power of magic to extract gold from ore. But he couldn't solve the problem of magic power, and he could only rely on his own strength to run the magic circle every time. He didn't want to be an alchemist for the rest of his life, and no mage would accept such a job. Progress in the Alchemy Workshop has been slow, and now it is only the outermost wall.

Siegel was in the unformed alchemy workshop, secretly observing the villagers brought by Fezak, watching them clamoring and shouting. Janet was right there with him, carefully preparing the lord's clothes and saber for him. "Just ignorant peasants," said Janet, "they have never seen such a handsome and dashing lord after all." ”

"Haha, don't make me laugh, I'm going to treat them with a serious face in a moment. Siegel rubbed his cheeks, and his body began to grow again, and now there was a slight sign of a beard.

Janet took care of his face, trimmed Siegel's hair and beard with the popular makeup of the Starry Kingdom, and sewed clothes by hand. For these things, the kitten is happy and immersed in happiness. When Siegel travels to the alchemy workshop or casts her magic, she goes to the castle construction site, surveying the land over and over again, using her experience of infiltrating the castle many times to plan the layout and try to make her home safe and secure.

Thinking that this would be her home, Janet's crooked eyes were full of happiness: "Take out the lord's panache and let them see the real nobles." ”

"I'm not like an aristocrat, I was a sailor on a ship a year ago. Siegel said, "But I see what you mean, Janet, and I want them to know what a mage lord is." ”

Siegel summons the Phantom Pony and rides it lightly. The cloak behind him was windless, and the squid with black flames burning in its eyes was gently twisting its tentacles. The mage wears a short, palped brown-red leather coat and wears a family crest made of gold pinned to his chest. The black dragon leather pants were tucked into fluffed boots, and the magic runes of light spirit were outlined with silver threads. As long as Siegel concentrates and directs the magical energy into the runes, he can use the spell directly without the action and sound of the spell.

The Pony understood his master's intentions and quickly skimmed across the camp, leaving a silver afterimage behind him. It stopped in front of the villagers, flicked its mane, and snorted with the scent of shining stars in its nose. The mage patted the summon's head, turning it into black smoke and sending it back to the Shadows. When the smoke cleared, Siegel descended from mid-air and stood silently in front of everyone.

Everyone lowered their heads and said unevenly, "Your Excellency." ”

"Come with me, I have something to tell you. Holding the hilt of his sword in one hand and pointing to the mountain with the other, Siegel said, "I heard that you are very strange and do not know what I am doing on this mountain. Now I'm telling you: it's a gold mine. ”

In fact, the news of the gold mine had long been quietly spread by Fezak at the behest of Siegel. On the one hand, it attracts merchants to come, and on the other hand, it wants to see if there will be robbers who will take the bait. It can be more than half a month. It's still calm around. So Siegel decided to make it official.

"Maybe you don't know what it means to be a gold mine. Siegel continued: "For you, it's ploughing cattle, seeds, fertilizer, mills, roads, and markets. But there is only one premise for these, and that is obedience. Those who are the best at farming and raising will be able to live near my castle in the future and get these things first. I don't know how to farm, but I know that you can only get the life you want if you work hard. Think about it. ”

The villagers nodded their heads after Siegel, apparently not listening much—their attention was mostly drawn to the lord's strange cloak. The minds of the people have been thinking about what kind of fabric and craftsmanship can produce such a magical effect. So only the words "gold mines, ploughing cattle and mills" got into their heads.

Siegel thought about it and understood why. Myself and Janet were thinking too complicated. Heimhill is, after all, a backwooded place, and the villagers here don't have the same level of sight of spellcasters or an intuitive understanding of magic as the inhabitants of Waterdeep. His own Phantom Pony, Smart Outfit, and Squid Cloak work well in Waterdeep, but they're too high-end and incomprehensible for locals, and the results are ineffective.

So he turned and faced the crowd that followed him, his voice low and powerful: "I don't want to be a lord without a castle, because that means I have no power and no majesty. From now on. There must be sufficient servitude. Whether it's according to the laws of the Star Kingdom or the customs of Waterdeep, every peasant should work for me for at least sixty days a year. As a militia or as a laborer. I'm going to see this work done in volume now. Fezak will count and coordinate this, and I don't want to hear any excuses. ”

With that, he pulled out his wand and began casting a spell in front of everyone's eyes. For more than half a month, Siegel has been honing his elemental summoning skills in the mines, and his mastery of the characteristics of the earth elemental has become more and more sophisticated. The villagers felt the ground shake beneath their feet, and the dirt moved and turned into mud and rushed towards Siegel. They tried to escape, but found that their feet were trapped in the dirt and they couldn't take a step. Several people fell into the flowing muddy water, screaming in fright.

Siegel drew circles of various sizes in the air with his wand, and the sound of the spell faltered. The earth gathered in front of him, gradually forming a tall human form. After a while, as the soil solidified, a large earth element appeared in front of everyone.

"Go to work!" Siegel ordered.

The earth elemental snorted, and then walked towards the Zebra Mountain with heavy steps. The orc miners chanted in unison, whistling and stomping their feet to express their excitement. Every time the earth element comes out, it is to assimilate the hardest rocks and excavate the most difficult mountains. This means that the orcs have a much less difficult job and a lot less risk.

In the midst of the villagers' stunned expressions, the earth elemental slammed its huge fist into the mountain. Rocks and soil flew sideways, falling to the ground with a rumbling sound that silenced the orcs' cheers. Like cutting cream with a hot knife, the earth element soon opens a passage in the mountain, digging deeper into the depths of the Zebra Mountain, opening up a second level of excavation. Siegel isn't sure if there's a vein in this direction, but at least he can use it to show his strength.

Even in the rumbling mines, Siegel's voice could still be heard clearly in everyone's ears with the help of magic. He said, "You need lords to have mills and ploughing oxen, but I don't need you to build castles." Keep that in mind and then figure out how it works for me. ”

This time the villagers heard it clearly. They saw how vulnerable the mountain was under the fists of the earth and stone monster, knew that their hut and flesh and blood could not resist it, and then finally understood the power of the lord. Siegel waved them away, leaving Fezak alone.

Looking at the villagers who were trembling their legs and helping each other to leave, Siegel lowered his voice and said to the one-eyed father: "Remember that when you carried it out, take care of their cultivation process, and don't delay things in the field. As long as they are obedient, the castle is not in a hurry, do you understand?"

"Your Excellency, you are a powerful and benevolent nobleman. Fezak nodded and said sincerely: "Don't worry, I will arrange it." (To be continued......)

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