Rise of the Lord of Mount and Blade

The mayor of Laertai is a slightly thin, middle-aged man with a mustache. His hair is wrapped in a black scarf that can almost be used as a cloak—— According to Touraine people’s tradition, the longer the long scarf that covers the hair, the more proving that you are a wealthy family.

The mayor came out following the young soldier who had just ran in. He first looked at Richard who was riding on the horse, and then took a step forward, stroking his chest, and said: “Dear Sir, I’m Pearson, Mayor of Raltai, please show your title certificate.”

He tone barely fell and Pullman, who has been standing next to Richard’s horse, hurried from his back. He took out the pre-prepared canonization documents and the noble medals from the bag and handed them to the other party. After the mayor took it and checked them correctly, he smiled, returned the things to Pullman, and then saluted again, saying: “My lord, Viscount, Welcome to your Fiefdom Laertai town.”

Richard nodded, he opened the mouth and said: “Your Excellency Pearson, I want to get information on Laertai and the entire Viscountry immediately. Hope You can prepare it for me as soon as possible.”

“This is my duty, Sir Sir.”

The mayor said, and then made a sign of please, leading Richard and the others enter the city.

Looking at the back of Richard entering the city, the elderly soldier guarding the city gate shook the head without a trace. He thought to himself: “Here is another young Viscount, and I don’t know if he can live. It’s longer than the previous Viscount.”

Richard didn’t know what he was thinking. His attention was focused on the town streets in front of him. The black liquid pool in the pit, the numb-looking residents, and the crowd without a trace of vigor.

This is his Fiefdom, his town.

Very real and very desperate.

Perhaps he has become accustomed to all of this. The mayor Pearson led Richard and the others down the street and walked deep into the town. The soldiers following Richard watched the surroundings curiously, but lost interest after only watching them for a while.

Richard only felt his breathing a little heavy, as if his neck was pinched by a pair of invisible hands. He wanted to speak, but there was no sound in his throat. He suddenly realized that Earl Wallis What does the look of compassion that flashed when he was separated from him for a moment? He also knew why his big brother was so generous before he was about to leave home, because he knew that he had only dead ends when he came here. The money is regarded as his death money.

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Richard didn’t know how he walked into the town hall. When he reacted, he was already sitting on a wooden chair surrounded by crude furniture. Furnishings, it seems that the only one with higher value seems to be a painting hanging on the wall, which is a bust portrait of the former Viscount and his distant relative of bad luck.

He sat in a chair for a while before Mayor Pearson walked over with a pile of scrolls. He knew that the nobles like Richard were not willing to touch the cumbersome official documents, so he didn’t give the scrolls. Richard, but put it on the table aside, said at the same time.

“Lord Viscount, your Fiefdom Raltai has one town, three castles, and five villages, three of which are your personal property, and the other two castles belong to two Baron’s Property.”

“The entire registered population of the Viscount has 2,856 people. There are 1,324 residents in Laertai Town, 385 villagers in Luofei Village, 234 villagers in Anke Village, and Dema Village. 248 villagers, these all are your property, um…this is the result of the statistics in 1018 after the Lord.”

(Note: The xxxx year after the Lord is the calendar year used by Siphos)

“1018 A.D., that’s only two years since now.” Richard muttered in a low voice, but he was calculating how much population could be increased in just two years, but it was a poor one in the Middle Ages. The birth rate may not be optimistic.

But at any rate, he also has more than two thousand people. This is the capital for his turnaround. As long as he can restore the economy first, then everything is easy to say.

What did Richard think of, he asked, “Where are the two Baron collars?”

“Odore Baron ruled 325 people, while Opal Baron ruled There are 340 people underneath.” Pearson replied.

After finishing speaking, he saw that Richard’s expression improved a lot, and he continued to tentatively ask: “Viscount-sir, have I continued to report financial income?”

“No, you Show it to me, I’ll see it myself.” Richard said, taking the report from the mayor.

As mentioned before, the agricultural development of Laertai can almost be described as horribly low. Looking at the entire territory, except for a village far away from the border, most of the farmland is only The part enclosed by the fence can be safely planted and waited until maturity, so the agricultural tax on the territory is almost negligible.

What Laertailing can really collect taxes is business tax and other messy taxes, because business tax is based on monthly income, so it depends on business tax, and agricultural tax is only available every year. The levy can only be carried out in the fall of the year. There are many forests and wild animals in Laertai, as well as a small salt mine. The bulk of foreign trade includes good-quality trees and animal skins and salt blocks. The monthly income is two. More than one thousand four hundred silver dinar. (Huh? Why do I have to say enough?)

However, income does not represent the final total income. After deducting the taxes paid to the lord, the maintenance of the town, the militia, the purchase of food, etc., Every month, only five-six hundred income is left

Up to now, the treasury in Laertai Town has only stored more than two thousand three hundred silver dinar. This money is for the current lar Thai collar can be said to be a huge sum of money, but in the eyes of those duke-level lords, that’s all. In Touraine Kingdom, duke-level lords can earn at least four or five thousand dinars per month, if less than five Thousands of words will be contemptuously called the “hillie” by the lords of the same level. Unfortunately, Duke Olsson of Valantia is the only duke known as the “hillie” in the entire kingdom.

Although my lord’s lord is not my lord, as a noble in a recognized poor duchy, Richard would still be ridiculed if he visits other duchy’s noble houses.