"My Lord, why do you look so troubled?" Asina came over with a bow and arrow in her arms, smiling between her eyes, "It is clear that before arriving here, it is the most difficult period, how can it be difficult now?"
Waving his hand, Field did not want to spread anxiety and strike the crowd with insufficient confidence, he showed a teasing look, reaching out to pinch Ashina's Wolf ear: "Not difficult, I'm just struggling, whether to give me a great hero of hard work, with his own massage."
"Hey hey hey?" Asina's pretty face was immediately flushed, her red eyes quivered like an earthquake, and she stammered to answer, but seeing the expression of a child on Field's face, she knew at once that she had been amused, and immediately exclaimed angrily, "The Lord is too much, and I still care about you, not you."
Field patted his sore neck. "Thank you for your concern, but it's time to find a place to stay. I don't want to sleep for a second on the wagon. The noise is giving me a headache."
We have to take the next room, and it would be nice to have some shelter, even if the buildings here are rotten.
After studying the map, Field said, "Let's go and take the big winery, Asina, where the main structure is made of brick and stone, and it won't rot into a pile of ruins."
The Grand winery is located southeast of the main building and has a large area of fertile farmland for growing the black Pearl grape for wine. Of course, fields of grapes are a thing of the past, and today's fields are just masses of wriggling black tentacles and rotting corpses.
The fields, where vines and grape racks loom, produced the empire's most famous black pearl wine.
"The women clean up the fields and don't leave any filth behind. These creeping tentacles and bits of flesh look scary, but they are not a threat." Field kicked away a piece of rotting flesh with seven or eight eyes. "These disgusting things, before the fog came, were lovely little animals."
"Yes, my Lord."
The slaves dilly-dally.
"Do it in two days, and I will pay you ten copper coins for it. This land will be our food source." Field offered to kill, allowing slaves to own money.
As soon as the eyes of the slaves brightened, their hands and feet quickly killed rotten creatures with farm implements, and the efficiency of their work was immediately increased tenfold.
Perry, the butler, rolled his eyes at the appearance of the slaves: "The Lord is so kind and generous, and if these mud legs do not work, it is more convenient to hang them directly."
At that moment, the freemen who had been kidnapped by Field gathered around.
"My Lord, you are being ridiculous. The land has been poisoned. Even if all the monsters were cleared away, it would be impossible to cultivate." The villagers questioned, and someone stamped his foot so hard that the soft ground immediately sank, forming a footprint of purple puddles. "You see, it looks like a swamp full of poison, oh! It smells worse than a widow's crotch that hasn't been washed in three years."
When the slaves heard this, they cast puzzled glances.
My kindness seems to be pushing some people too far.
Field lowered his eyes and said in an unemotional voice, "This is my order, not a consultation with you."
The villager, still loyal to the Bull Baron in his mind, did not turn around for a moment: "But you are doing this, it is meaningless."
"Huh?" Field frowned, his eyes poor.
Bobcat and other guards immediately pulled a knife, "brush brush" burst a knife sound, even if this way Connor and other talents are the main force, but the slave guards still got the temper, there is a hint of military kill gas.
The people who were flashed by the knife in their eyes immediately responded that they were questioning their new Lord! Suddenly a scared sweat, threw down on the ground.
The scene went cold for half a minute.
Field waved his hand, not that he was trying to be arrogant or feudal. But he has no foundation, in this place far from order, if you can't control these guys, you don't become a Lord, find a place to hang.
"You too will clear the land in the east, and you will give it to me, and I will get five lashes for being a whimsical fool." Field used them to crack down on everything from pioneering to farming.
The villagers were already sweating, and when they heard Field's words, they felt amnesty: "Yes, yes, yes."
They began to eradicate the corruption, startled by the corruption of the creatures burst into a sharp strange cry.
"It's so Cthulhu." Field took a few breaths of cold air, a nausea, a long time in this cursed place, may go mad, "we must hurry to light the fire of civilization, starting with the winery."
Two farmers with torches opened the door to the winery, and a dark, putrid smell hit them. Field nearly threw up last night's dinner, covering his mouth and nose and glancing away.
"Be careful, there are many footsteps on the second floor." Asina had no abnormal reaction to the smell, and had lived in worse conditions during her days as a slave.
"This is a big room we're going to occupy, and there may be flammable things, so we can't use fire."
Asina nodded cleverly: "Give it to me!"
Holding an iron shield to his chest, Field drew out his sword. "Put up the halberd! Brace for impact."
There's no systematic training, but these days in battle, the guards are always figuring things out, small phalanxes quickly forming. Field took a deep breath and banged the shield with the hilt of his sword. "Hey, hey! Fellow villagers, our community sends warmth!"
"Roar! All the darkness is a whining howl.
There was a sudden sound of drumbeat of footsteps, and out of the blackness of the ink-like darkness came disfigured and contorted monsters. At once there was a clatter of flesh and iron.
Asina a man and a Wolf withstood the main body of the group, her long gun can easily harvest the carrion, the giant Wolf is comparable to the tank, was covered with carrion into a corpse ball, still did not even break the defense, if not for the field does not let the dragon Wolf spout fire, at this moment has solved the battle.
"Ah! Goddess above!"
The guard standing in the front row put his head through a rotting corpse, and was knocked back, and before he could steady his body, he was immediately knocked down by the following pouring of rotting bodies, and he fell to the ground in his armor.
With a low drink, Field took half a step and struck the decaying corpse's head with his long sword. This isn't anime, it's blackened, and the carrion is just a monster in human skin, unprotected by armor, with a sharp blade, bones broken, entire heads ripped off.
"Thank you... Thank you, my Lord!"
The guard stared in horror, his pants were hot and wet, and he had almost kissed the monster.
From his expression that he wished to kneel down and call his father, it was not difficult to see that he had never respected and thanked a nobleman so much.