Viscount Tieleburg has been a little irritable recently.
The Tie Le family uses iron thorns as their family emblem, and has only a short history of several decades. Among a group of nobles, they are considered newcomers who have just entered the circle.
However, relying on the return of a lot of meritorious service under the King of Conquerors, the father of the Viscount Tieleburg, a former groom, achieved the legend of a general, was generously conferred by the King of Conquerors, and made Tieleburg And a piece of territory along the coast was rewarded to him, and he was awarded the high position of Viscount.
The old groom immediately burst into tears of gratitude, and swore that the entire family and its descendants would forever serve the Conqueror and shed the last drop of blood for him.
But after the new Viscount Tieleburg took over, he discovered an obvious shortcoming in his own territory.
poverty! How poor!
Because it is close to the sea, even though the fiefs obtained are larger than ordinary viscounts, most of them are saline-alkali land that cannot be cultivated, and it is difficult to obtain harvests.
And the fishermen in several fishing villages
The liquidity is too strong. In addition to being able to forcibly collect a tax when they sell fish, they can't even collect the usual poll tax. After all, their belongings are all on the boat. If it is really urgent, they will start As soon as the boat left, Viscount Tieleburg really had nothing to do but stare blankly.
Of course, even so, he has no intention of giving up this territory and rights.
In order to compete for this piece of family property, he and his two half-brothers had to break their heads, and now they have almost become enemies who are jealous when they meet.
The only thing he wants to do is to collect taxes! Collect more taxes and invest in the business of the capital!
The entire Seer continent has been peaceful for fifty years, and the prosperity it has produced is beyond the imagination of the people who lived here before.
Anyway, the Viscount Tieleburg, after going to the capital once, was completely shocked by the prosperity there and the price of every inch of land.
Don't look at him looking like a local tyrant in the countryside, but when he goes to the capital, he is a downright poor man!
This sense of gap, on the contrary, stimulated his desire to work harder.
When will you be able to buy a luxury house on the Conqueror's Avenue in the Kingdom, and you can see the Blue Fort every day when you open the door, where the palace where His Majesty lives, then it can be regarded as a glorious ancestor, right
Unfortunately, Viscount Tieleburg knew that he was still far, far away from this ideal.
"Master Viscount!"
At this moment, the old butler, wearing a tuxedo, combing his silver-white hair meticulously, and wearing a bow tie at the collar, came quickly and bowed gracefully: "Bishop Melk, please see me!"
"Bishop Melk?"
The Viscount Tieleburg muttered: "These gods, are they here to collect donations again? My God, I was brutally slaughtered by them during the New Year's celebration, but they still don't let me go..."
"As far as I can see, the Bishop doesn't seem to be doing it for this!"
The butler answered solemnly.
"That's good, let him go to the living room!"
Hearing that he didn't need his wallet to bleed, the Viscount immediately replied happily.
"OK!"
The butler secretly smiled wryly, turned and left.
Not long after, Viscount Tieleburg met Bishop Merkel in the living room.
He is a middle-aged man with a solemn and solemn face. He is meticulously sewn for teaching robes, and the gold thread embroidered on the underwear can be faintly seen.
"Bishop Melk! I don't know why you came to see me today?"
The butler brought two cups of black tea and left with a wink. Viscount Tieleburg exchanged some greetings before finally getting to the point.
"Our church has discovered heretics in your territory!"
Bishop Melk was serious and authentic.
"Heretics? This is impossible. There will be no believers of evil gods or devil worshipers among my subjects!"
Viscount Tieleburg immediately said sternly, and looked at Bishop Melk with a bit of resistance and malice in his eyes: "This old antique, don't you know what era it is now?" '
Ever since the King of Conquerors revised the teachings, making God belong to God and what belongs to man to man, the influence of the church on the secular world has been decreasing day by day, almost in a downward trend.
This naturally aroused the heartache of many old-fashioned people. The so-called hunt for heresy is a kind of passive confrontation they have engaged in.
However, even if the heresy is confirmed, because the church has no law enforcement power, it is still necessary to ask the landlord, Viscount Tieleburg, for instructions.
And the Viscount has already regarded Bishop Melk as a blackmailer.
After all, this matter is also a scandal for the lord, and if it gets out, it will be bad for his reputation, especially when he has just inherited the title and has two brothers who are eyeing him.
"Leaders?"
Bishop Melk was stunned, and then smiled: "Master Viscount, I think you have misunderstood. Those heretics are not your subjects, but a group of demon believers who came from hell on a huge ship!"
"Devil believer?"
His Excellency the Viscount suspected that it was just a group of ordinary maritime merchants who were slandered for not giving enough money to the Bishop.
"Yes, followers of the devil!"
This time, Bishop Melk gave a firm answer: "Because the color of their hair and pupils is pure darkness... the color of the devil!"
"All right!"
Lord Viscount shrugged his shoulders.
In this rural area, he is quite knowledgeable, so he naturally knows that the races in the kingdom are not the same, and there are subtle differences.
For example, the color of the pupils can be wine red, sky blue, or even silvery white. The storm warriors in the Cape of Storms are famous for their blood red pupils. It is said that this is the influence of their berserker blood.
It's just that in the entire kingdom, there is no one who has pure black hair and pupils.
Just by imagining it, Lord Viscount couldn't help but tremble.
"And...they entered your territory illegally and haven't paid you customs!"
Bishop Melk naturally knew what kind of person this viscount was, and he grasped the key point immediately: "Without the consent of your master, they used gold and silver to lure your subjects privately, and traded with them Don't pay the tax of a copper coin!"
"That's right!"
Hearing words such as gold and silver, Lord Viscount breathed heavily: "These sea merchants... no, heretics! Are they rich?"
"Definitely!"
Bishop Melk replied without hesitation: "They are driving a very large ship, about as high as a three-story building!"
"A three-story ship? That's almost the standard of an imperial warship, right?"
Viscount Tieleburg recalled the shock of seeing the warship in Emerald Port, and a kind of greed emerged in his heart and continued to spread.
…
At this time, the treasure ship that was being discussed by the viscount and the bishop was moored outside a small fishing village.
Captain Zhang Fan is looking at everything in this new continent with curious eyes:
Low, run-down small fishing village.
Fishermen in ragged clothes and weathered faces, and barely naked children running around in the mud...
"Hey... people's livelihood is so difficult. Even the poorest fishermen along the coast of our country have a much better life than them, right?"
After a long time, Zhang Fan sighed leisurely.
"My lord, the information has been collected almost."
At this time, one of his subordinates sprinkled a handful of sugar with a smile, and then escaped from the siege of those naked fishermen's children, and came up to report the situation.
"This place is called the Sear Continent, and it is said that it is ruled by an extremely powerful king, the Immortal, the blue dragon, William Wallace."
"This country implements a system of enfeoffment. There are princes, uncles, male knights, and sixth-class nobles, all of whom are enfeoffed..."
"The area is vast and can be roughly divided into five parts, with the Fengying Plain as the center..."
…
"Layer-by-layer encapsulation, overhead each other?"
After some information was finished, the magician next to him just smiled: "So you are not afraid of the disaster of the separatism of the feudal town? The empire abolished the real seal as early as 800 years ago, and only the salary principal equivalent to the income of the fief... Only in this way can the local government be collected. Right, avoid the big tail!"
"One side of water and soil and one side of people!"
Zhang Fan didn't care about this: "I've heard that the western countries seem to be doing the same thing. It seems that maybe this continent is still our world..."
He still had a little thought of going home, so he naturally didn't want to just wander in another world like this.
After all, apart from those immortal mages with great powers, there are really very few masters who can travel in different worlds.
Once wandered in another world, the hope of going back is really slim.
Speaking of this, the sorcerer's expression also became puzzled: "My lord, I also have other discoveries."
"Looking at the stars at night in the past few days, although I found many strange star fields, there are also a few, but they are very familiar with the twenty-eight mansions and the zodiac palace... In addition, several low-level priests on board, especially Mazu God I wish you master, you can still sense the power of the goddess, all this shows that we are still in the original world, but it seems that there are changes... "
He touched his forehead, obviously very distressed.
After all, the promotion of the universe, the expansion of the world, etc., are too advanced knowledge for him.
Want to figure this out? First go back and study hard for a hundred years, and then upgrade to Jinxianxian!
"Although this place is barren, there seems to be some business opportunities... Let's rest for a few days first, replenish food and water, and then walk along the coastline..."
As Zhang Fan said, there was a hint of mystery in his eyes: "No way, you can go to Fengying Plain to see the demeanor of the King of Conquerors!"
"Huh? My lord, do you want to..."
The magician rolled his eyes, as if he had guessed something.
"good!"
Zhang Fan smiled triumphantly: "Those barbarians from foreign countries have pretended to be envoys before, pretending to pay tribute, and took advantage of the boss from the empire... Some even repeated, again and again, insatiable greed, today we will return them in the same way. body, how?"
In this era, there are actually no good people who dare to go to sea to ask for a living.
Even in Wu Ming's previous life, during the Western era of great voyages, at the very beginning, those ships were almost concentration camps for scum from all over the world. For the sake of profit, there was nothing they didn't dare to do.