Tucker Mountains.
The forests on both sides are dense, a small path winds along in the shade, and butterflies fly by in the green grass.
Wu Ming was riding on a tall horse with Beatrice in his arms, watching this scene quietly, feeling a sense of peace.
After walking through the forest, scattered field ridges appeared on the side of the road. The farmers on them stopped farming and stared at the two nobles in astonishment.
After all, just from their clothes and expressions, the farmers knew that a big man was coming here, and they didn't look like young masters and young ladies from aristocratic families who came out for an outing.
"I'm going to the house of the Cavalier Caslo, which one of you is willing to show me the way?!"
Wu Ming raised his voice and asked.
"Young man, tell me why you are here!"
An old farmer stood up, holding a sickle. His hands were calloused, but his eyes were quite sharp, and his physique was tall. He should have been trained and had experience as a soldier.
"I'm here to visit the widow and daughter of Cavalier Carlos!"
Wu Ming said directly.
The archbishop of the church was right about one thing. The knight’s holy oil treasured by the Earl of Blue Mountain had indeed been exhausted. The lord Wu Ming was loyal to told him regretfully that he would have to wait until this winter at least if he wanted to be baptized as a knight, unless he was willing to accept the church’s holy oil. Or a gift from Viscount Garcia.
Obviously, Wu Ming immediately refused, and was going to come to his territory to seal it off.
This time, the Earl of Blue Mountain readily let him go and issued him a certificate. Of course, in the entire Fengying Plain, there are basically not many territories that can be divided.
But Wu Ming was very lucky. His lord, the Earl of Blue Mountain, had just suffered a defeat and killed several knights, thus leaving several manors vacant.
This is also the reason why the Earl of Blue Mountain can promise to confer titles on the champion of the martial arts competition.
Although a noble like him is powerful, he is also constrained by the nobles under his command. If he really talks about the courage of reform, he will lose to Garcia, an outsider.
"You want to see the lady?"
The old farmer's hands trembled, his body even began to tremble slightly, and fear appeared on his face.
"Come on, old Joe will take you where you want to go!"
He took a deep breath, said slowly, and winked at the young man behind him.
The young farmer didn't move at all, but a child next to him holding thatch was startled, quickly dropped the farm tools, and ran away without a trace.
"Let's go!"
Wu Ming didn't seem to notice his small movements at all, and said directly.
Geoff put down the sickle, took out another straw, held it in his mouth, and led the way cheerfully.
He first brought Wu Ming to a fruit forest, which was full of apple trees with lush branches and leaves, and it would turn into a beautiful sea of flowers during the flowering season from April to May.
Under the fruit forest is a cemetery, with a large number of names engraved on the white marble. There are mounds of common people, and several tombs are built of marble, like the mausoleums of nobles.
'We are from the Tucker Mountain people, we fight for freedom! '
At the entrance of the cemetery, there is also a line of such inscriptions.
"Take mountain people?"
Wu Ming smiled.
"That's right... Our ancestors were a group of savages, we have the blood of savages, and we will fight back against all cruelty!"
Old Qiaofu looked at Wu Ming fearlessly.
'What a smart old guy, have you guessed something... Unfortunately, what's the use? '
Wu Mingdao: "I don't care about your offense and deceit, but before dark, I must see Mrs. Carlos Cavaliers!!"
Geoff froze, knowing that his plan to delay time had been seen through.
After all, he is still a citizen. Even though he has been a mercenary for a period of time and has gained some knowledge, he still dare not do anything to a nobleman.
Anyway, he had already led the other party around in a big circle, and the plan had been achieved. He immediately smiled, showing his scorched and pitch-black teeth: "Of course, our wife is a kind and benevolent person, and she is also very hospitable!"
This time Qiao Fu didn't play any tricks again, but Wu Ming didn't arrive at the mansion of Cavaliers Carlos until it was nearly dark.
With the financial resources of the knights, it is still not enough to build a castle, so the family lives in a huge wooden villa.
The floor made of oak, the steps and window sills of rosewood, the curtains made of brocade, and the red roof, all of which made Beatrice's eyes glow with nostalgia.
In front of the villa, several anxious women were already waiting.
"Guests from afar, I am the local host Amelia, tell me why you are here!"
The widow of Cavalier Cavaliers looked to be about thirty years old, fair-skinned, tall, and a rare beauty.
And behind her, there were two girls, one looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, and the other was even younger, both dressed in ladies' clothes, looking at the stranger with curious eyes.
Wu Ming rubbed his nose, and finally understood the meaning of Baron Terry's ambiguous smile and jealousy.
"My name is William! William Wallace! Received the canonization of the lord, the Earl of Blue Mountain, and will become the new lord of Carlos!"
Although there was a feeling of bullying orphans and widows, Wu Ming would not give up what he got and said directly.
As soon as he said this, he saw the lady's body tremble, and after he showed the canonization certificate with the seal and signature of the Earl of Blue Mountain to the other party, Amelia's face became even paler.
"No!"
She screamed, causing the two lolis behind her to tremble and grab her skirt.
"This is against the law! I want to appeal to other nobles! The Earl of Blue Mountain violated the sacred agreement of the nobles, and his appointment is invalid!"
"terribly sorry!"
Wu Ming's voice was cold, and he had already made preparations before coming: "Knight Carlos died gloriously in battle, but he did not leave any male descendants, not even a close blood relative who could inherit the title. If the heir cannot fulfill his duty of loyalty to the lord, it is reasonable and legal for the lord to take back the fief!"
"Gods, let the dragon take you away!"
Mrs. Amelia's face was full of despair, and two lines of crystal tears flowed down, holding her two daughters and weeping uncontrollably.
She knew that her husband's everything would be taken away, and the young man in front of her would live in her original mansion and give orders to the territory. If the situation got worse, she and her daughter would be kicked out of the territory, suffering from hunger and cold Ground to the malice of the whole world.
"It's getting late, won't Madam entertain us for dinner?"
Seeing that Beatrice tugged on his own cuff with a full face, Wu Ming could only speak helplessly.
Mrs. Amelia is a strong woman. After sobbing, she finally stood up and saluted Wu Ming with her skirt: "Good lord, I hope you can give me some time with my poor two daughters! "
It seemed that Wu Ming and Beatrice were the only ones who came, and there was a strange spark in her eyes again.
"Naturally!"
Wu Ming entered the villa with Beatrice without paying attention, and had dinner with the preoccupied hostess.
…
"Owner!"
In the middle of the night, Beatrice, who shared a room with Wu Ming, said, "That lady..."
"I know... rest early, there will be an interesting scene tomorrow!"
The other party had very few choices, Wu Ming had already seen through everything, and said in a wise tone.
In the early morning of the next day, the breakfast consisted of fried egg pancakes and two pieces of toasted bread.
While Wu Ming was dining in an elegant posture, Amelia came to the hall with her two daughters who had obviously been dressed up, regained her confidence and charm, and stated her own conditions: "You can inherit my husband's territory, but you must marry one of my daughters!"
Obviously, after a night of deliberation, Mrs. Amelia, who had few choices, still found her way of preservation.
"My lord! I hope we can satisfy you!"
The two loli, one big and one small, blushed, but they still held up their skirts and saluted Wu Ming, making Beatrice next to her swallow a big mouthful of milk in dissatisfaction.
"If... I don't want to, or..."
Wu Ming had a strange smile on his face: "I've taken a fancy to Madam, how about you?"
"Nine Hells!" Madam Amelia's face turned red, "I knew you were a shameless bastard, but this is still my territory, you can only choose according to my requirements!"
In her heart, she was lamenting that if she sows the cause today, she will surely reap the bitter fruit in the future.
Even if the other party made a choice under her coercion, they might still retaliate in the future when they control the territory.
But rather than revenge in the future, she still had to drink the cup of mead that contained the poison.
"Oh? Just rely on those people outside?"
Wu Ming put the last piece of omelet into his mouth, wiped his mouth with a white tablecloth, and then grabbed his long sword and opened the gate of the villa.
In the small square outside, many farmers had already stood densely, holding pitchforks and sickles in their hands, led by Qiao Fu and the housekeeper who had met yesterday, staring at him nervously.
"you… "
Wu Ming's voice amplified: "What do you want to do? Fight against your lord? Do you know that with this alone, I can hang you all to death!"
In this era, there seems to be a natural gap between nobles and commoners. It is a capital offense for a commoner to insult a noble, and if a noble kills a subject in his territory, he must give a reason. If the subject belongs to another noble , you must make monetary compensation, which is stipulated by law!
Therefore, as soon as his words came out, the peasants took a step back with unease.
"Don't be afraid, he's just bluffing!"
The old housekeeper yelled vigorously, and immediately he was punched to the ground by a roaring figure, the bridge of his nose was broken and blood flowed continuously.
call out!
A sword shadow flashed by, Qiao Fu's hands were in severe pain, and the long sword in his hand was broken in two. Looking at the other fallen farmers and that arrogant and swift figure, a thought came to him, and he couldn't help but blurted out: " knight!"