Chapter 95 (1/2)

The morning light is soft but not dazzling, shining on the deep forest castle on the hills. Loren, standing at the top of the castle tower, overlooks the farm near the castle from a distance.

Now we have entered the cold winter. Even if the sun has risen, the cold wind still hurts. The black haired wizard with a hood had a frozen face, but he gently raised a smile.

In the fields near the castle, the Knights riding horses are re dividing the land with the guards of the castle. The farmers holding wheat seeds behind them are also smiling in the cold wind.

Sir Aaron's work was far more efficient than he thought. He had measured the fields near the castle in only one day, and shenlinbao also provided a small amount of wheat seeds to the farmers who had just obtained their own land.

In the coming spring, they will be able to plant wheat, barley and potatoes in their fields. They will no longer have to work for the Lord for a year for free. Finally, they will only barely enough food for the family.

Perhaps in a week, perhaps in a few days, the news of these farmers getting the land will spread all over the count, and then all the tenants who have been robbed of the land will flock to ask Reuven Friede to guarantee their land.

As long as they can live, they can bear the torture of poverty and humiliation; But just give them a little hope, a seemingly reliable life-saving straw.

They will do whatever it takes, even if they have to fight for it.

This is Loren's plan - it is too difficult and expensive for ruwen Fred, who is alone in shenlinbao, to win the loyalty and support of the aristocrats. So it's better to change your mind and get the loyalty of the vast majority of ordinary people in a more rough and direct way.

Of course, the rule without the support of the nobility is bound to be unstable. After establishing his prestige, the count still needs a group of nobles loyal to him.

But first of all, we must completely suppress the Sena family and their cronies. Then they supported the little nobles who had been excluded to the edge and united closely with the count of shenlinbao.

These are the means to suppress the old nobility and promote the new nobility. It's only a matter of time before the Seine family is cut.

Loren's mouth gave a pleasant radian - of course, no one could see him at the top of this empty tower.

”How do you feel?” a ”not human” teenager appeared on his side, sat on the wall pier and shook his slender legs, but couldn't hear any emotion with a smile: ”the taste of rule must be enjoyed?”

”You seem to remember wrong.” Loren glanced at him reluctantly: ”the count of shenlinbao is Reuven Fred. I'm just a little wizard consultant, not even a noble.”

”Oh, really?” Asriel's voice was full of curiosity, soft as if it could hook away the soul: ”but why do I think you are ruling Shenlin castle?”

”Get rid of the former military chief, mediate the contradictions between Butch and Rand family, and reform the territory... All of them are written by you. Lord Reuven Fred, what does he have? It's just a title that sounds good. Isn't it all obedient to your orders?”

”That's just a suggestion. He can listen to it or not.” Lauren retorted, ”if I stand up and say I want to be the count of shenlinbao, what do you think is my best end?”

”Jump off the tower?” Asriel joked, but his tone didn't seem to be joking.

Lauren rolled his eyes and didn't bother to talk to him.

”My dear Loren, just admit it.” the young man's tone was full of temptation: ”you are not the kind of person who is willing to bend your knees to others. You also desire power, a hundred responses and follow by all.”

”Relying on this man named Lu Wen can really bring you a stable life? You won't be naive enough. He can give you back naturally. You're just a dispensable wizard consultant around him. When you're useless, he'll throw you away like a rotten orange!”

”If you are a man who accepts your destiny, when the robber persecutes you, you will not resist, nor will you choose to become a wizard, nor will you stand here - Dear Loren Turin, you actually know what you look like.”

Loren remained silent and continued to look at the distant fields, but his eyebrows had wrinkled.