Although he was able to barely make ends meet with a maid, Scarlett was still facing a situation that did not improve.

Lack of people, lack of money, lack of troops.

Hey, why does it seem like there's something strange mixed in?

Ahem, all in all, Scarlet is almost poor and white now, except for a territory with no apparent identity and no defensive power.

Fortunately, three days later, the first visitor finally arrived.

It was a baron whose territory bordered Scarlet, who had come here as a representative of an archduke.

"The Grand Duke wants to be able to shelter Scarlet."

The Baron's intention was clear, and he came as an emissary to raise the Grand Duke's vassal claim to Scarlet.

It may be a difficult choice for other independent lords, but for Scarlett, there is no easier choice to make.

As the last retainer and knight of the family, the juvenile could act as a guardian in the name of a count until Scarlet came of age.

So he made a request to the baron: "We need to keep the castle and the name of Scarlet." ”

This was not an unacceptable proposal, the baron nodded in agreement, and continued, "The Grand Guild has sent knights to protect your realm, but you will need to swear allegiance to the Grand Duke and pay taxes. ”

"That's fair, we can give all fifty percent of the revenue of the realm to the Grand Duke, but in exchange, we need the Grand Duke to provide a sum of money to maintain the daily expenses of the castle, as you can see, Scarlet is now in a financial predicament."

"No problem, I think the Grand Duke will be happy to pay this money." The baron smiled, this is equivalent to a loyalty fee, in the long run, the condition proposed by the young man in front of him is undoubtedly to dig his own grave, but maybe Scarlet has really reached such a bad point.

Moreover, after Scarlet, who had no power to resist, was accepted as a vassal, there was too much room for manoeuvre, which was why the Grand Duke did not use force, and from the point of view of pros and cons, a peaceful settlement was the most affordable price.

"Scarlet, then, is willing to swear allegiance to the Grand Duke." The teenager smiled and stamped Scarlet's stamp on the official documents.

When the baron had completed his mission, he left satisfied, and in view of the pleasant negotiation between the two sides, he kindly sent the boy a message before leaving.

"The church has heard about your demonic attack, I'm afraid that an investigation team will come soon, those annoying guys are not easy to spend money, but I think even the church will give the Grand Duke a face."

The baron's last reassurance to the boy did not care, but the church was in some trouble.

But this was also expected by him, after all, it was he who was unleashing the attack of the demon, and he had expected this at that time.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that he specially arranged for the priests of the bishopric to come to the castle to "exorcise", and he still hadn't dispelled their suspicions.

The Baron's reference to the Church Survey was not to the men in his realm who could only count money, but to the true believers who had come out of Rome.

Many of them are powerful beings with special abilities, and it is not easy to get into trouble with this group of crazy people, and he doesn't want to deal with these annoying guys in waves like zombies.

Looks like he needs to find a way, the boy pinched his chin and fell into deep thought.

Seeing off the baron, Remilia came out of the dark room of the study, and she looked up at the boy and asked bluntly, "Why did you put forward such a condition?" ”

"Huh?" The boy's thoughts were interrupted, and he was stunned at first when he heard Remilia's question, and then relieved.

Although Remilia is young, thanks to the strength of her bloodline, her learning ability and thinking ability are not at all comparable to ordinary people's level.

"You're talking about the fifty percent of the territory's taxes?"

"Hmm."

"Well," explained the young man, spreading his hands, "it doesn't matter, we need a sum of money that is immediately within reach, not something long-term." ”

"What do you mean?" Remilia asked, tilting her head.

"Because we can't stay here for long, and when the Grand Duke's money arrives, I'll take you out of here at once."

The boy spoke his mind, he had no intention of continuing in Scarlet's territory in the first place, which is why he did all this seemingly quick success or even stupidity.

Remilia is a vampire after all, which is too far from the nobility's nature, unless she intends to become the second Dracula.

Not to mention that this war-torn area is not suitable for them to live, let's just say that Remilia, as the sole heir of the family, can't she never see anyone all the time, right?

Even if the boy can act for ten or eight years, it will be up to Remilia to stand up on his own, because he can't stay here forever.

Once the identity of vampires is revealed, it will be a devastating blow to them, and humans cannot tolerate different beliefs, let alone inhuman things.

The boy has to help Remilia gain the strength to survive in this era, instead of building her a flying fortress that will be filled with mirrors.

So leaving this place was a no-brainer.

Anyway, for Remilia, there is nothing to be nostalgic about here.

To get back to the point, how to deal with the upcoming mission? There are countless ways to evade investigation, but the flawless ones are not.

"Mr. Dragaga, someone is visiting." The little maid, Gloria, knocks on the door of the study and brings a letter of recommendation.

After reading it, the young man looked strange, but he didn't expect that the bishop who had lost money was quite disciplined, and he actually found a teacher for him.

Originally, the boy planned to find an excuse to send him away after seeing him, but after seeing the other party, he changed his mind.

"William Shakespeare, it's a pleasure to meet you, Your Excellency Knight." The young man craned his neck and proudly said his name.

“......”

After being briefly shocked by the name, the boy immediately realized that something was wrong, first that his age did not seem to match, and then that the man's demeanor was too proud, and there was an unnatural sense of disobedience.

His gaze fell on the book he tucked around his waist, and the boy's gaze narrowed slightly.

The breath of magic.

"Interesting......" smiled unconsciously, and the boy nodded politely at the man, and asked the natural question: "Shakespeare, with all due respect, are you the same Shakespeare?" ”

"Exactly," said the man with a red face, "the greatest poet of England, the playwright, William Shakespeare, I—"

Boom.

Before the man could put an end to the exaggerated performance, the boy directly put an end to his words with his fist.

"De, Mr. Draga ......?" Gloria on the side seemed to be a little stunned, she couldn't imagine that the boy would slam his fist without saying a word.

"Don't worry, he's just a liar." The boy nonchalantly snatched the book he had with him from the terrified man.

Feeling the strange texture coming from his fingers, the young man bent down, met the man's fearful eyes, and asked calmly, "Where did you get this book?" ”