Rise of the Lord of Mount and Blade

After leaving the town hall in Raltai, Richard left the town directly with his men and headed to Fort Loffey outside several li.

Fort Loffey is a private estate belonging to Richard. It is a small wooden fort standing in the woods. It comes with 385 villagers’ affiliated villages. The whole village is surrounded by a circle of sharpened wooden walls. Surrounded by it, a three-meter-high wooden tower stands on either side of the wide-open wooden door, on which a soldier holding a lance stands.

On this dirt road, dozens of farmers carrying tools walked together in groups and talked to each other. Judging from the cultivated farmland on both sides of the dirt road, the work of these farmers The location should be here not far from the wooden wall.

Now the sky has entered the twilight hour, so looking in from the outside, plumes of smoke are floating over the village, and Richard can also faintly hear the voices of villagers from inside calling for his family to go back to eat.

“Let’s go, maybe we can get a meal if we are good luck.” Simon’s shoulder beside Richard patted sitting on horseback, cracking a joke said.

“I hope it’s not black bread hard enough to break your teeth.” Simon also cracked a joke and replied.

After all, a few people walked towards the gate of the village. Richard on horseback was undoubtedly very conspicuous. The farmers walking on the dirt road soon spotted their outsider and stopped. Conversing with each other, looking at them with vigilant and curious eyes.

Soon, one of the middle-aged farmers with a hoe boldly (maybe pushed out by his companions) approached them, he looked towards Richard on horseback and asked “Are you who? What do you want to do when you come to Lofi Village?”

Before Antioch answered, Pullman, who walked in the front, replied arrogantly: “This is your new lord , Viscount Richard Vareen of the Vareen family!”

“Viscount?” After hearing his words, the farmer had a momentary panic in his eyes, but was quickly covered up. Antico noticed this. He raised his hand to signal Pullman to retreat, and then gently asked the farmer: “What’s your name?”

“My name is Beard, sir.” The farmer lowered his head and replied, not daring to look up. Richard.

This is also normal, because the status of nobles in this World is extremely high, and those at the bottom of the farmer’s status would not dare to look directly at them to avoid trouble.

Richard glanced at Beard’s sturdy figure, and then said: “Then, Beard, take me to your village chief.”

“Okay, Lord , You come with me.”

After finishing speaking, Beard took Richard and the others towards the entrance of the village. Several farmers who were waiting not far away came to see the situation, and they were talking. Knowing the identity of Richard, so the look in Richard’s eyes is naturally in awe.

While walking, Richard asked Beard: “Bild, what are you growing now?”

Beard walking in front listened to Richard’s question. For fear of neglecting the new lord, he quickly replied: “Master, we are all growing wheat and cabbage, and some peas.”

“Oh.”

Richard responded. He didn’t continue to speak, and when Beard saw that he was not speaking, he suddenly felt fear, worrying whether he had said something wrong and made the new lord unhappy. Richard was not as bad as he thought. He was just thinking about whether he could feed a whole village at this point. The answer was obviously no.

The entire group quickly walked into the village. Richard on horseback observed the landscape of the village quietly. The roads in the village were potholes and dirt roads, and there were black hair stinks in some of the pits. The sewage, a few scattered brats are playing around the puddle. The buildings in the village are not as dilapidated as he imagined, but they are better than many villages he has seen all the way. The houses outside the houses are full of eaves. With the addition of animal skins and dried bacon, the air is filled with various flavors, and the aroma of food is mixed in it-oh, now it is the meal, the villagers are cooking.

The villagers who were sitting in front of the house resting in front of the house looked at Richard and the others with curious eyes. The children didn’t care to continue playing with the smelly puddle, and stood up and stared at Richard and the others. A few sturdy veterans, but there are exceptions, just like the little boy Richard saw without pants. His child exposed to the air was run up and swayed by several male ducks as food, gā Gā gā chased and ran all over the floor, crying and calling mother, so pitiful.

Looking at this scene, Richard couldn’t help laughing, but he quickly recovered his expressionless face and walked towards a stone building next to the village’s central square under the guidance of Beard.

“Master, the front of the house is the Mayor Flower’s house.” Beard pointed to the stone building in front and said to Richard, “I’ll go now and he calls.”

Richard nodded, the latter gave the farm tools in his hand to his companion, and then ran all the way towards the stone building. Following his silhouette, Richard looked at the stone building. It was a two-story building with a yard surrounded by wooden fences. In the yard there were seven or eight chickens pacing leisurely, pecking at food that people on the ground could not see.

Outside the yard is the open space in the square where the villagers gather. In this open space, there are many vendors with small stalls, including food merchants, tailors, and tool merchants. They are also ready to clean up at this time. It was closed, and when a stranger came, I curiously slowed down the speed of packing, while observing the Richard entire group.

Listen to a carriage full of black charcoal in the direction of the open space leading to the castle. The beautifully dressed person looks like this carriage Boss is wearing a gray short robe with another person, but his body is obvious The youngster, who was smeared by charcoal, did not pay attention to this side, and a few steps behind the carriage, with their backs to the castle, there was a small wooden platform on which was placed wooden shackles-a tool to punish prisoners.

Apart from this, on the lawn on the right side of the platform with a dirt road leading to the castle, stands a well with a roof. A villager is operating a potter to pull up a wooden bucket filled with water.

Behind several vendors’ stalls, a building surrounded by wooden fences attracted Richard’s attention. He was a little surprised to find that there was a wooden token hanging on the wall above the door of the building. , With a picture of a wine jar painted on it. Unexpectedly, there would be a tavern in such a village.

While Richard was looking all around, Beard followed an old man who looked forty-fifty and he was wearing a short white linen robe and he couldn’t see it anymore. What the original color was, his head was wrapped in a black long scarf, and the face under the long scarf was covered with wrinkles, as deep as a gully.

Richard noticed that his eyes were not as cloudy as they should be at this age, but they were full of vicissitudes, and he looked like an old man who had experienced many things.

Perhaps Beard had already explained to the village chief when he came, so the village chief of Flower walked straight to Richard, stroked his chest and saluted, and said respectfully: “Good day, Viscount My lord, welcome to Luofei Village, and may the Lord bless you.” After Flore said, he looked up and down Richard, and couldn’t help but compare him with the dead former Viscount. Hope this new lord is a good person, a good person in the true sense.

“The Mayor of Flower, I am Richard Vareen, the successor of the former Viscount Noel Vareen. From today I will be your new lord.”

Richard said, motioning for Pullman to produce the proof, and the latter immediately showed it to the people present to confirm the authenticity of what he said and his identity.