Summer was fast approaching, and Lawrence made his rounds of his territory and saw women bathing downstream.

Emma also saw the women bathing on the edge of the rocky beach downstream, "Master, according to your orders, they will wash their bodies today and enter the autumn cleanly." ”

Lawrence has recorded time and has been in the area for two summers.

Towards the end of the first eternal night, Lawrence began to keep track of each day, marking the dates of harvest, planting, melting snow and ice, getting hotter and colder.

This was something that Sariel couldn't do, and Lawrence was able to sense the change of seasons before Sariel.

"Well, it's going to be cold in a few days, so I'll take out the hides and autumn and winter clothes to dry after taking a bath today."

Emma and Bull trust Lawrence's judgment very much, whether it is rain or weather changes, Lawrence always knows accurately.

The wheat on the farm has been harvested, and even the matter of drying and grinding the flour has long been taken care of.

When Lawrence returned to the vicinity of the lumber yard after a round trip, he saw more than a dozen workers banging around a half-finished log cabin.

This is a firewood house for winter, and when it is built, it will be stored in the wood branches that are usually dried, or some wood that needs to be waterproof and antiseptic.

In addition to the house where the fuel is stored, a large coop will be built in the back to allow the flock to survive the winter.

Now there are more than 500 chickens in the estate, and when these chickens are a little bigger, they can go and find food on their own.

There are only two more goats and sheep, and the piglets are not pregnant this year because they can't find the relationship between the boars and breeding.

Last year, the boar was actually left for breeding, but the boar was killed during the food crisis in the eternal night, and the nearby villages were also wiped out, resulting in the death of the boar.

The only way to do it is to use sled dogs to trade in other places after the snow, find a way to buy a boar, or wait for the baby boar to grow up.

The oat rye harvested is also stored as fodder, and some rye is planted to feed while there is still some time in winter.

Lawrence stood in place and watched, with the joint efforts of more than a dozen workers, the four sides of the wooden house were like building blocks, and like the construction progress in the game, and the construction was quickly completed.

In this backward manor period, the more people who worked, the faster the construction progressed.

***

Before the news of the outside world arrived, the Wakiri people learned the rules of playing cards.

Count Vakiri was also one of the participants.

The fifty-year-old Count had long since lost the peak strength of his youth, his hair was much grayer, and even the skin on his body was full of wrinkles.

This wooden card game was easily loved by the Earl.

Wisdom!

The Count thinks it's a game of wisdom, so whoever wins against him will die.

When the order of the city of Trandahoof came from the sea, the Count fell into deep thought.

The Vakiri were just barbarians who occupied the ice sea, and the count ruled over the five nearby villages, all of whom together numbered about four or five thousand people.

"Phumetheus, Lawrence, Ravenfeather Prophet, Witch, Berserker."

The Count is in trouble.

He thought for a long time alone, until the Countess came in to see him.

O'Raua approached the clean and dignified Count, caressing the chest of the aristocratic old man who was sitting in a chair.

"Count, are you still worried about the affairs of Phumesius?"

The Count picked up the iron cup beside the table, and moistened his thirsty throat with the ale in it.

Faced with the woman's inquiry, the Count had no interest in sharing with her.

"Go and call Uribe, I have something to tell her."

Olaua stood up dissatisfied, "Yes, Lord Earl. ”

Soon O'Laua wriggled his young waist and left the place.

The Count looked at the woman with a dangerous look, and quickly withdrew his gaze again, and continued to think about things.

In order to maintain his rule over the years, the Count killed many people.

In the past and yesterday, there were often people who died at the hands of the count, and others who died under various orders.

Soon, a woman with long gray hair strode into the palace.

"Father, are you looking for me?"

The Earl nodded and said, "I don't want to attack the Eastern Islands, the king agreed to my request, but let us hand over fifty sets of playing cards, three sets of dominoes, and one hundred pounds of powder as war tax." ”

Uribe knew exactly what playing cards and dominoes were, and where the rumored and useful Orunzhi powder came from.

"It's Avari's territory, it's our territory, it's easy for them to pay taxes, what's the matter?"

The Count looked calmly at Uribe, his only heir at the moment.

"That place didn't belong to us not so long ago, and even though Avari ruled there, there were still many people who didn't obey our orders."

Uribe said directly: "Then kill them!" Let them be our slaves and farm for us! ”

The Count must have thought about such a thing.

The Count said, "That's not good, there are witches nearby, besides the poisonous witches of Mount Talim, and the witches of the Kloda, and now there is another Ravenfeather Prophet, and Andrew's daughter is there." ”

Uribe quickly understood that this opponent was not easy to solve.

The area where the Poison Witch is located is full of poisonous mist and is full of danger for the Wakiri.

Andrew wasn't too tough to deal with, just a dozen Vakyri people could kill that man!

On the contrary, the Raven Feather Prophet sounds very difficult to deal with, and the person who can become a prophet and use an animal as a surname must have a very powerful strength.

"So what to do?" Uribe looked at his father.

The Count didn't want to start a war now, but he had to.

If you don't raid your men, you will definitely be unhappy this winter.

The Count had amassed a great deal of wealth and slaves, and the spoils of war would not be shared with the rest of the people, let alone allowed to be touched.

The Earl hoped that he would take the wealth with him to the kingdom of God when he died, and every day he would secretly bury some of them, and kill a Wakiri child to guard his treasure in the field.

Now, for some reason, the Vakiri under his command are becoming more and more hostile to him.

I thought that after Redbeard was gone, his men would be more stable.

This was not the case, and even before Avari died, his Vakiri were becoming more and more disobedient and unwilling to obey his orders.

Including that Avari!

Avari took a fancy to Doug's boar skin armor, so he killed Doug while he was drinking on the boat, and robbed Doug of his clothes and money.

The rest of the Bhumithes were also killed by Avari to feed the fish, resulting in a complete loss of control over the Bhumithes now.

It's not just Avari who is out of control, but also a few men under his command who can fight.

These people are very disrespectful to him, both at the poker table and when discussing things.

Fortunately, these people were all arranged to be barons in distant villages, and now the earl only needs to protect his manor and manage those barons firmly.

"You go over and trade with them first, exchange animal skins and whale oil for playing cards and medicinal powder, it's best to find out their strength."

Uribe understood the Count's meaning this time.

"Can I kill them if they're not strong enough?"

The Earl nodded, "Yes, but leave some people to do things for us, and if you take care of it, you'll be in charge there." ”

Uribe rejoiced: "Yes, father, I promise to conquer the wild people of that land!" ”

The Count quickly added, "Take someone to see what O'Raua is doing, and if that woman betrays me, kill her!" ”

"Yes, Father!" Uribe had long since seen the woman unpleasantly.

(End of chapter)