The baron thought to himself: It's definitely not because I have the system and the dragon, it's definitely not because I, De La Serre, am cheating! What is this called? This is called God rewards hard work, which means that God has seen my previous efforts!
So... just lie down today and let God care about others, and let everyone get the love and care.
Just as the Baron was resting comfortably in the lord's hall and chatting with the wealthy merchant Manide, the jailer Bolcha received an order and came to report.
"Good morning, my noble master. I have received your instructions. I am honored to be one of your ministers. I am willing to be a part of Uxhall."
The prison warden, Borcha, nodded respectfully and swore his loyalty to the baron.
At this moment, De La Serre sat up slightly and said:
"Well, very good. On behalf of everyone, I welcome you to join us. Currently, Manide is responsible for the caravan in the town, the operation of a village, and the teaching of ponies. What about you? Is there anything you want to do?"
"Baron, you can assign me any responsibility, and I will do my best. As for me personally... I am only good at guarding cells. As you can see, I have been doing this for most of my life."
De La Serre thought: If we really have hostages and prisoners in the future, we need to prepare a reliable warden to prevent them from escaping. Then let him continue to use his special skills. However, he should be put to good use...
Then the baron slowly stood up, patted Bolcha on the shoulder, and said:
"No problem. I officially appoint you as the warden of the iron cell you and Manide have just built in this town. You will be in charge of it. You can report everything to me alone. In special circumstances, I will allow you to execute first and report later."
The prison warden, Borcha, was overjoyed and immediately agreed.
"However, I need you to take care of a few more things. I also need you to manage the advanced soldier training camp. You need to train the soldiers in the town every week. I will let Xiao Ming cooperate and help you."
"Okay, although I have never trained soldiers, I will try my best!" Bolcha replied.
At this time, De La Serre put away his smile and looked a little serious. He moved closer to the warden Borcha and whispered in his ear: "I know that guarding the cell is a difficult job.
If there is money involved, I won’t mind if you keep your distance.”
The prison warden Bolcha was slightly startled. "I don't quite understand this, Baron. What do you mean..."
"It's pointless to talk about it. There will always be people who will give you money to treat the prisoners better, or beg you to release them. You can pretend to report that you have escaped from prison, and so on. In short, my bottom line is..."
Having said that, De Lassel gradually applied a little more force to the hand that was pressing on the prison warden Borcha's shoulder.
Then he slowly said: "My bottom line is that you can't take even a hair off the person I want to keep."
"Yes, sir!" The prison warden Bolcha was shocked by the Baron's series of actions. He did not expect that the Baron, although young in appearance, had rich experience and knew a little bit about everything.
However, this also made the prison warden Bolcha admire him very much, and he was glad that he followed an excellent and wise baron.
System prompt: Your friendship with the jailer Bolcha has increased by +5, and the current friendship is 60.
Comment: Very good, very good. I didn't expect that you would use both kindness and force.
That's right, you have to learn from me~system~, De Lassel communicated in his mind.
For the rest of the day, he accompanied Ryan and Safiya as they strolled around the town market, played a few games in the casino, and enjoyed the leisure of the day.
Ryan and Safiya also felt a sense of warmth at the Baron's careful company. They played until late at night, and then reluctantly returned to the Lord's Hall to rest.
System prompt: Your friendship with Safiya +3, current friendship is 48.
The next morning, "Cock-a-doodle-doo! Cock-a-doo!" The baron was awakened from his sleep by the crowing of countless heroic roosters.
"Damn it, who is playing the game of climbing the Qianxun Tower on Feilai Peak and seeing the sun rise when the cock crows? Old Ao, when did we get roosters in our town?!"
At this time, the system joined in the fun and did not mind the big matter. It interrupted and communicated with the Baron:
System prompt: Wow, your writing is pretty good. You must have been studying Chinese well recently, right? But I still like you to say it simply and crudely: This chicken is really annoying.
Not really, this is not an epidemic
Locked up at home, all you can do is read books and learn to cultivate your character... Stop using bad words, look at how vulgar you are.
System prompt: I don't trust you! I'm thankful that you don't use books as toilet paper.
Of course, it wasn't just the system that heard the Baron's complaint. Old Ao also ran over in a panic and hurriedly explained:
"My honorable master, this may be arranged by the new warden, Bolcha. He said that getting up for morning exercises upon hearing the rooster crow is the first order issued to the senior soldiers in the training camp."
"Old Ao, kill the chicken! Make soup! This damn thing disturbed my sweet dream. I was dreaming about having shameless sex with Safiya..." At this moment, De Lassel was full of hatred and was in a very bad mood when he woke up.
System prompt: What I mean is that useless men take out their anger on cocks. If you have the guts, go find Safiya and live like a god! How pathetic!
Get lost! I don’t want to talk to you so early in the morning. Log off! De Lassel didn’t want to pay any attention to the system at all.
This made the honest old Ao feel a little embarrassed. He stammered and said:
"Well... My dear master, forgive me for being blunt, but it was you who said that he could kill first and ask for permission later, and he did it with good intentions to train the soldiers. So you ordered to kill the chicken, right..."
"Okay, okay, it seems that the prison warden Bolcha is working hard, but the chicken... just kill it. I'm craving chicken soup. I'll ask him to prepare another chicken when the time comes."
But luckily, De La Salle was a bit idle in modern society. He had never been in the kitchen since he was a child. He didn't know that chicken soup was made with old hens. As for rooster soup...
Lao Ao's hand was injured, and he was fat and big, so he couldn't catch the agile rooster at all, so he had to let his son Xiao Ma go.
Little did he know that this trip would sow the seeds for future discord between Xiao Ma and the prison warden Bolcha.
Soon the pony brought back the rooster. After the old Ao family had cooked it with great effort and served it to the man, the Baron took a sip and then he looked embarrassed and said:
"Why does it smell like this? It's so fishy and woody."
"Well... my honorable master, we have tried our best." Lao Ao was embarrassed, but anyone could see that he had tried his best.