Chapter 7 The Lord Arrives
Old Barton squatted on the head of the field, sucking hard on the ceramic pipe in his mouth, sparks rising as the tobacco burned.
When the tobacco in the pipe was finished, he took it off, placed it on the edge of his palm and knocked it carefully to knock out the ashes.
In order not to break the ceramic pipe, he did not dare to use great force.
In the past, when using old tree root pipes, there was no need to worry about breaking the pipe. It could not be broken no matter how hard it was knocked on a stone.
But when his daughter, who was a servant in the castle, bought him this ceramic pipe, he became extremely precious about it. This is a pipe made from the clay produced by the Baron's dragon. It's really weird to have something to do with a dragon!
He likes to take out his ceramic pipe and smoke in crowded places.
Not only can he show off the beauty of his pipe, but he can also show off his daughter, who works as a servant in the baron's castle.
but.
Today, Old Barton has no intention of showing off his ceramic pipe.
After filling the tobacco again, he said worriedly: "The ice age retreated too late this year, so wheat planting will definitely be delayed. The manor's production will be reduced at the end of the year, and the Baron will definitely be angry."
Next to him squatted several serfs in tattered clothes like Old Barton, each smoking a pipe.
One of the old serfs was spitting when he spoke: "What nonsense are you talking about? You are still the Baron. Didn't you listen to the steward a few days ago? Our Black-rumped Snake Manor has been assigned to the new master, and we have cultivated the land for him." !”
Old Barton said in surprise: "New Master? Which Lord Knight, why haven't I heard about it?"
"You just wander around the fields all day long. What the hell do you know? The Baron gave our Black-rumped Snake Manor to the Young Baron!"
"Which little baron?"
"Who else can there be? It must be Master Russell, or can it be Master Roland?" The frothing old serf showed off his extensive knowledge, "Master Roland will succeed the baron in the future, so Master Russell will be the successor." Our master!"
Hearing this, several old serfs immediately clasped their hands together.
"Praise Master Russell!"
"No, praise Master Russell!"
"It's the master, how dare you call him by his name!"
"Praise the master!"
In the simple understanding of the serfs, the lord is the god of the territory. Even in private, calling the lord by his first name is a form of disrespect.
The frothing old serf also clasped his hands together: "Praise the master!"
When the conversation continued, no one dared to mention the name "Russell" anymore, and only dared to call him "Master".
"You guys said that this year's wheat was delayed, will the master be furious?" Old Barton began to worry again, "Do you remember five years ago, when the wheat production was reduced, and each of our wheat serfs suffered ten punishments?" whip."
The frothing old serf couldn't muster any enthusiasm anymore and sighed: "I hope the new master will be kind and have mercy on us."
The threat of ten whips is indeed a deterrent.
But soon a serf said: "Do you think that when the new master comes, will he bring elf bugs and let us plant magic medicine instead?"
"Yeah!" The frothing old serf got excited again, "Yes, the baron and several lords and lords all grow magic potions. If we divide the potion fields, we won't be afraid of the ice age retreating. If you leave early and stay late, you can farm all year round!”
"Can it be our turn?" Old Barton hesitated.
"Let's go ask the person in charge!"
"Go together."
Several old serfs stood up, patted their butts, smoked their pipes, and walked towards the house of the serf steward.
at the same time.
The setting sun hangs in the sky, emitting a warm brilliance. Even though it is close to May, the weather is still a bit cold and the melting ice is about to melt.
Russell's motorcade drove steadily across the small bridge over the Youguang River and entered the Black-waisted Snake Manor.
"Master Russell, let's wait here for a moment. When all the captains and stewards of the manor have arrived, I will announce the Baron's will." Escorting Russell and his party was Kendall, the patrol knight commander of the territory, a fantasy Beast Knight.
Although Kendall has not accumulated enough military exploits to be awarded the title of Lord.
But being able to contract a fantasy beast and advance to the fantasy beast knight level means that he has the potential of a lord, and is very likely to be promoted from a retinue to a vassal in the future.
So Russell was very polite to him: "Here comes Knight Commander Laukendall."
"You're welcome."
Kendall signaled the knight retinues he had brought with him to go door-to-door to notify the serf stewards to gather. These knight retinues had been patrolling the fief for a long time and were familiar with each manor.
In less than a moment.
Forty or fifty serf stewards, five village chiefs, and a manor foreman appointed by the baron were all gathered in front of the gate of the manor's courtyard.
The Baron's decree had arrived at the manor a few days ago, so the manor foreman, foreman and serf stewards were not surprised by the current situation. They stood quietly in two rows, waiting for Knight Commander Kendall to read out the Baron's new decree. will.
"Master Russell." Kendall looked at Russell.
Russell stretched out his hand and said, "Please."
So Knight Commander Kendall no longer hesitated and faced these serf stewards.
He shouted loudly: "All the serfs of the Black-rumped Snake Manor listen to the order. The master of the Netherworld Valley, the partner of the Clay Dragon, the lord of all of you, Lord Netherlight Baron, has granted the Black-rumped Snake Manor to his second son. Lord Russell Luminous Mushroom."
Pointing behind him, Russell faced the serf stewards cooperatively, showing a gentlemanly smile.
Knight Commander Kendall continued to shout: "Starting from today, Lord Russell Fluorescent Mushroom will take over everything in the Black-rumped Snake Manor. The land, serfs, livestock, property, including stones, water sources, trees, and your children will all be taken over." Belongs to Lord Russell Luminous."
There was a pause.
A large number of serfs had gathered around the manor's courtyard, but they only dared to watch from a distance and did not dare to approach.
Knight Commander Kendall finally said: "At this moment, Russell Fluorescent Mushroom is your new lord!"
Russell put his hands behind his back and took it indifferently.
Knight Commander Kendall stood aside.
The village chiefs and serf stewards were at a loss. Many of them had forgotten the last time the lords were changed.
However, the foreman of the manor did not hesitate at all. He took the lead and knelt down: "Great lord, respected master, Old Hans kneels down to you. Praise the Baron, look forward to the stars and the moon, Old Hans has finally come to you, Sir."
With Old Hans taking the lead, the village chief and serf stewards immediately knelt down and started shouting in confusion.
Words such as "praise the master", "lord the master", "kneel down to the master" and "good luck to the master" are all included.
Russell didn't like the idea of kneeling.
But at this moment, I can only do as the Romans do, and take this opportunity to establish initial prestige: "I am your new lord, Russell Fluorescent Mushroom. I will continue to protect you like my father, the Baron, and provide you with safety, housing, Food, and you, need to give me your loyalty."
Old Hans was the first to react and cheered loudly: "Old Hans offers his firmest loyalty to the master!"
The village chiefs and serf stewards followed suit one after another: "Profess your loyalty to the master!"
Even the serfs who were joining in the fun knelt down one after another in such an atmosphere without anyone taking the lead.
"Profess your loyalty to me."
"Praise to the master, loyal master!"
"Little Sam will always be loyal to his master."
"Oops, you poked my ass..."
"Lame Les praises the master!"
"Bao, Bao, Bao...Bob, praise, praise, praise...praise old, old, old, old, old, old..."