"Good. I can take some wine to sell. I want to label them as rare treasures, even though they are, and with a strange story, they will sell well."
"Like a dragon's treasure?" Ashna knows better than to understand.
Field snapped his fingers. "That's right, Ashina. Even if it's a boot, it's the boot the dragon guards when you find it in the dragon's den."
"And we're not lying. The wine is guarded by powerful corrupt creatures who have no interest in it." Ashina covered her mouth and laughed.
"The carpentry work will be in no hurry. First, clean up all the rubbish from the great winery, bring out all the rotten equipment and stones from the collapse, and clean it up. I expect to work for three days, and when this is done, I will reward you each with 20 coppers."
"How generous of you, my Lord!"
Field's generosity has been the consensus of the owners of the territory, outside the night collar, even if the free people work for a month, they may not have 20 coppers.
To Field, the money that was thrown out, and soon returned to his own pocket, was nothing.
He even wanted the slaves to become freemen quickly, because freemen were entitled to marry and have children. Freemen were also required to perform many important duties, such as paying taxes.
As he thought, Field felt an invisible force rush through his body.
There was no increase in power, but he immediately sensed the difference, and he advanced to the rank of first Lord!
In fact, by signing a covenant with the chosen one, you can become a Lord.
Felder was born with the gift of a Lord, and all of this came naturally.
In this world, not only extraordinary knights, magicians, or the Chosen, but also lords can have levels.
But it doesn't do much damage.
A Lord can see the general state of his territory.
Name: Field
Occupation: Lord
Territory: Starry Night Winery and nearby farmland
Signing the God of Choice: Ashina
Population: 217
Degree of development: 1 (nothing)
Happiness: -32 (depressed and depressed)
Environment value: -89 (full of decay, uninhabitable)
Probability of the Chosen one: 1 in 100 billion
Lord Talent: minimap (can detect surrounding creatures, exclusive talent), panel (specific creature attributes, exclusive talent)
Areas of prosperity (dispelling the fog of death in the territory, accelerating the dissolution of the effects of corruption)
The Chosen Added Talent: Beast domestication (In the territory, it is easier to breed beasts for war, provided by Asina)
Rank (50 Wolf troopers to first rank, courtesy of Asina)
Field's eyes lit up, it was difficult to suppress the raised corners of his mouth, and he smiled freely.
"What are you laughing at, my Lord?" Ashna scratched her head, curious.
"Nothing. I think of something funny."
Field let people put out the fog lights in the territory, which can frighten everyone, thinking that field was open.
"Well, I won't scare you." Stall hand, Field smiled, "I have mastered the Lord's gift, without driving fog lamps, but also to ensure that the territory is not corrupted."
They were skeptical, but did not dare to refute, until Field put out the fog lamp, the fog did not penetrate a cent, they relaxed.
Then came the rapture, and almost everyone was thrown into joyful celebration.
After all, fog lamps only lasted a month or so, and as long as the lords did not have the money to buy them from the church, they could die at any time.
But with the Lord's ability to repel fog, they can truly drive a nail into the dark.
"Tonight with an extra meal, everyone will get broth and two loaves of bread." Field announced in a high voice.
Saving a fog lamp is 25 ducat, and that blood earns 250,000 brown loaves.
"Hooray!
The crowd cheered.
Scissors, the maid, exclaimed in her loud voice, "This is great news, no wonder I dreamed last night that my grandmother was smiling at me." You are a born nobleman, Lord Field, with Lord's blood in your veins."
Field was ashamed of the praise and said to the Khal, "A honey cake for my maid, my man, and my cook."
"Good heavens, my Lord! We don't have many honey cakes!" The Khal, still in his offending style, exclaimed, "The maids will eat your and Lord Asina's leftovers. They are already the best food in the land. There is no need for any more."
"Crunchy crunchy" scissors teeth are almost broken, can not wait to pounce on the Khal's face to scratch flowers.
The maid sparrow was always quiet, but she was angry.
"Well, it's rare for everyone to be happy, Scissors, why are you still standing there? Go to the storeroom and share the cake for everyone." Field never skimped on these small profits.
"Long live my Lord!" The two sweet-toothed maids shouted and scampered to the storeroom as happily as two birds.
The Khal sighed and silently counted the territory's supplies.
To the southeast of the Northern province was Morrowind, where Father Field had lived; to the southwest was High Castle, and to the north was the home of the orcs.
Field decided to go to the province of the High Castle, a mostly mountainous province with five earls.
Sitting at a wooden table, creaking through the window to make him slightly brow, Field tried to maintain his inner peace as he carefully opened a book called "Fog and Death," a book worth up to ten silver coins, written by Lucas, the famous scholar and explorer of the Empire.
"Gemini Calendar, September 1, 147. Today was supposed to be a day of national celebration, but for the future of the Empire, I, Lucas! Into the abandoned and cursed land of the Northern Provinces. Fortunately, I was not the only one in the group. I was accompanied by two chosen members of the royal family, as well as the fallen nobleman Darren and his Chosen daughter."
From the plate in front of him, Field leisurely picked up a cut apple, dropped it into his mouth and chewed.
The sweet juice stimulated the taste buds, and Field perked up and continued reading.
"With the company of three beautiful women, this trip is sure to be full of fun, although the royal selection is the fifth stage of horror, but it does not prevent me from enjoying it." The three outer barons of the North, the Curtain of Cloud, the Curtain of night, and the curtain of morning, which I had visited in my youth, were all good places full of fine wine and beautiful women. Now it's all over the place, and there's one of those ugly Batgirls who attacks us all the time, and I think they were corrupted by the women of the dust, because they still have their own tattoos and jewelry on their limbs. My guard, Steel Fork, grabbed Batgirl and tried it out, what a fearless and adventurous fellow! May the goddess bless him."
"Poof"