After reading out the order, the city defense officer led the soldiers and left without staying for even a second longer, let alone explaining in detail.
Only the anxious poor people were left shaking in fear and discussing worriedly.
"Lord... what does this mean?" A younger poor man said with a grimace. He was barely young and strong. If the lord wanted to recruit civilians to join the army, he would probably be indispensable.
"What else could it be? To recruit soldiers." An older poor man sighed and said helplessly, "Everyone, please pack your things, maybe you are leaving the city."
"Leave the city?!" A woman exclaimed, "It's going to snow soon, how can we survive out of the city now!"
"It won't work if we don't leave the city. What do you think the servants do? Suffering hardships and fatigue are not included, but they are definitely hungry. The most terrible thing is that whenever there is an adventure, the servants are always allowed to go first!" At that age The older poor man is considered well-informed, and his face is so bitter that he can almost drip with bile, "The worst thing is that there is no benefit at all, but you still have to be controlled by military regulations. At that time, there is no need for the Baron to speak, a quasi-knight will do it I'll kill you for any crime... I once served as a servant, and I witnessed with my own eyes that a strong young man whose family owned farmland was randomly found to be a "war-fearing man" because he refused to serve as a soldier in the future and wanted to go home to farm. The crime of "retreating" was axed, and the fields were not confiscated after I came back. The whole family died that winter..."
He spoke calmly, without any hint of sincerity or sorrow. It was probably because he had become numb due to the passage of time. But the surrounding poor people felt their hair stand on end when they heard the news. They felt that even their new winter clothes could not protect them from the biting cold. Their hearts felt cold to their backs, and many of them started to shiver.
At this moment, a clever poor man suddenly had an idea and blurted out: "Go to the pastor and the others!"
This sentence was just something he said casually subconsciously, but it made the poor people suddenly feel as if they had been enlightened by the apocalypse. They all suddenly understood and said in a hurry: "Yes! Go to the pastor and the others! Go to the Church of the Mask of the Void Good people go!”
After a while, they arrived at the headquarters of the Church of the Mask of the Void. The paladin guarding the door was surprised to see a group of people coming over in a hurry with panic on their faces. He quickly stopped them and asked what was going on.
After learning the cause and effect of the incident, he frowned and first let the poor people, who were sweating profusely from anxiety and worry, go in to rest, and then asked the workers hired to do chores to bring them hot tea to keep them away from the cold, and then He hurried to the prayer room and reported the incident to the Kabbalah priest.
Kabala calmly listened to his narration and frowned.
"Their methods are quite sinister!" he said. "It is false to want these poor people to die, but it is true to use these poor people to force us to take action. It is freezing cold now, and it is about to snow. These poor people If they leave the city, most of them will die even with our help. So they have no choice but to risk being drafted."
"Of course we can't sit idly by if they are recruited." The paladin also understood this and said worriedly, "But what should we do? The lord has the right to recruit civilians. This is a right that we cannot deny."
"Yes, if these poor people are to be recruited, and we want to protect them, the more feasible way is that we temporarily join the army and classify these poor people as our subordinates - but in this case, I am afraid that there will be Many traps and dangers are waiting for us." The Kabbalah priest frowned and expressed his analysis.
"That's tantamount to dying!" the paladin said angrily, "If he wants us to slay the dragon, shouldn't we also rush forward?"
"It is impossible to slay a dragon. I have never heard of a giant dragon near this place." Kabala smiled and comforted him, but there was worry in his eyes, "But... if it is an ogre tribe, Or a bunch of trolls or something, that would be bad enough.”
He muttered a few words to himself, then asked the paladin to go out to comfort the poor while he knelt in front of the altar and prayed.
Sui Xiong naturally received his prayer immediately. After listening to the introduction, he frowned and surrendered to Dal City.
When he looked at it, he immediately saw the evil aura rising from the Lord's Mansion like black smoke.
"The little demon in the temple is strong in the wind, but the water is shallow and there are many bastards!" He snorted coldly, ignored the lord's group, and looked towards the wilderness around Dal City.
In the sharp eyes of the gods, all kinds of creatures in the wilderness are clearly visible. No matter it is a beast or a monster, none of them can escape Sui Xiong's observation. He looked around carefully and roughly took a clear look at several of the more dangerous monster groups around here. Then he organized the information and turned it into a map, which was dropped on the ground with a soft white light. before the Kabbalah priests.
Kabala hurriedly picked up the map, browsed it briefly, and then smiled.
With this map, he felt confident.
After Sui Xiong gave them this map, he did not leave immediately. Instead, he continued to stay above Dal City and stared at the city.
This city has a history of hundreds of years, and the management of several generations has created this territory on the edge of the Everglades. It is not rich, the soil is neither fertile nor particularly productive. But Baron Dar is quite wealthy, and his wealth far exceeds what this territory can support.
Apart from anything else, just looking at the porcelain in his restaurant and the spices in the kitchen shows how rich he is.
In this world, fine porcelain and high-quality spices are very precious. The former requires good materials and excellent workers, while the latter requires suitable climate and soil. Both of these are somewhat rare. After years of development, the former can only be made by some plains dwarves who believe in the god of craftsmen, while the latter can be found in some temples that believe in the goddess of the earth, and the output is pitifully low.
Sui Xiong was not an engineering man before he traveled through time, and he only knew a little about agriculture. So even though he read those time-travel novels, he often saw the protagonists burning glass, making MSG, etc., but he himself couldn't do anything about it - it was so pitiful that he spent so much money just to set up a steel-making blast furnace. In the year, the information was finally handed over to Palin and the others, and it was completed in the hands of Palin and the others.
So he never thought about burning glass and porcelain. He really couldn't do this.
As for spices, he didn't know anything about spices before traveling, let alone trying to grow them.
But... currently, a large share of the mid- to low-end spice market in the main plane is controlled by the Church of the Mask of the Void. They are mainly the output of several medicinal fields and the cultivation of fragrant leaves around Gars City. As for high-end spices, only ambergris produced in the deep sea is almost under his control - and that still relies on a good relationship with the goddess of the sea.
Baron Dahl has a lot of spices in his house, including not only mid-range goods such as bay leaves, but also expensive edible spices such as "pepper" and "qinghuo", as well as incense and more. To support such extravagant consumption, let alone a mere border baron, even the businessmen in the capital of the Gold Coin Federation, as long as their net worth is smaller, are absolutely impossible.
"Where did this lord's wealth come from?" Sui Xiong couldn't help but wonder after carefully observing the situation in the lord's mansion.