Chapter 602： Berk Loren (1/2)

In a room with sky-blue carpets, large bookshelves, precious oil paintings, and silver lamp stands, Berk Loren stood respectfully at the desk and reported to Edmund Moen, who was sitting behind the table. The experience of the east.

Wearing a black jacket, the young prince who has already had a beard looks serious and listens carefully to every sentence in the report. Belk always maintains a sincere respect and does not want to make his report confess:

"The problems in Hall County and Rantate County have subsided, and a group of unmarked gold coins have been found in their hiding places. Through the search for objects, it is preliminarily judged that these gold coins are indeed from the local lords. After the relevant regulatory decrees, there are still some local aristocrats who are privately raising 'black gloves'..."

"This is already an act that is forbidden. It must be severely punished. There are two choices for the aristocrats involved, either to reduce the rank of a knight or to pay half of the land or money of considerable value." Edmund Moen said uncomfortably. .

Next, Berk reported a series of changes and status quo behind the East, and also mentioned the recent activities of the Baisha Mining Company. Edmund made a variety of appropriate arrangements based on his report, some of which were If Belk can't handle or have something to do with others, Edmund will talk a little about his disposal plan or have an open talk with the young Marquis.

Frank, serious, fair, and patient.

No matter how many times he touched Edmund Moen, Berk couldn't help but come up with similar words.

He looked at the prince who had little difference with his age, looked at the other party's solution to the problem seriously, and proposed various admirable plans. He could feel that the other party was really trying to manage the land. I want to find a way to bring prosperity to this kingdom, and this belief and action is what makes him sincerely loyal to each other.

However... the dark corners still exist.

There was a trace of loss and entanglement in Berke's heart, and before he spoke, Edmund noticed his expression change, and the prince cast his sight: "Berke, what else?"

Berke frowned, not concealing: "His Royal Highness, in many areas of the East, your serf freedom bill has unexpectedly...frustration. Only a few serfs are truly free, most of them are still being Tied to the land, affected by this situation, there has been little progress in land reform in these areas, and the factory has not recruited any staff or even training."

Edmund looked at him quietly: "Why?"

"There are various reasons, but most of them are due to the obstacles set by the landowners. Some of them ask the serfs to redeem the 'shares' in order to be free, some require the serfs to turn over the entire harvest of the first year, and some are announcing After the serfs gained free citizenship, they drove them away from the farm or the orchard..."

Edmund closed his eyes slightly and seemed to calm his breathing. Then he opened his eyes and his eyes were deep: "So, the serfs who got the 'freedom' couldn't survive, right?"

"Yes, they eventually have to go back to their owners and ‘voluntarily’ go back...”

This time, Edmund was silent for a longer time, until half a minute later, Berk heard a calm voice in front: "I know."

"His Royal Highness, we should probably..."

Belk couldn't wait to speak, but was interrupted by Edmund at halfway: "Berke, I will discuss this matter with the Duke of Loren about the land. He has more experience. As for you, there is a new mission."

Although Berk was still thinking about the serfs, his loyalty immediately responded to the prince’s new instructions: "His Royal Highness, please tell me."

Edmund’s expression was serious. He took the water on his hand and drank his mouth to moisten his throat. Then he said in a deep voice: “About the recent cult activities, about the dying of all things...”

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After walking out of the main hall of the castle, Berk Loren’s footsteps were heavier than before.

He had thought that the old conservative aristocrats in the East and the gangsters and gangsters were already a big obstacle and a problem, but they did not expect another huge trouble in the Sorinburg area.

Everything will end in sorrow... Is such a dark sect that dares to drum up some intrigues in the gutters, has it become such a huge hazard? They even reached out to the magnificent wall and reached out to the wasteland. !

According to His Royal Highness, the corruption and spread of the cultists within the kingdom have long exceeded expectations. They spread among the poor, spread among the citizens, and even spread among the aristocrats. Their doomsday theory is ridiculously absurd. Crazy... But why are so many people who are going to believe and go to self-destruction?

A cold but chilling north wind blew, and Berk’s spirit was sober, and he noticed that the snow outside had not stopped. At this moment, only a large piece of silver covered the courtyard, the path and the On the roof.

The attendant knight came over with the horse and bowed down beside the young marquis: "Adult, you want..."

Belk waved his hand and let the attendant knight retreat: "Take the horse back, I am going to the city to walk and walk."

At this time, most of the places where people lived in places have turned into depression, even the “Soulingburg”, which is a famous big city in the eastern part of the Plain of the Holy Spirit, is no exception. Outside the warm castle, the entire urban area where civilians live is cold. It is deserted, and pedestrians are scarce. Even if you walk on the widest streets, the number of passers-by can be seen.

But in fact, being able to see civilians on the streets is already a manifestation of lively prosperity. At least some people are willing to go out in this cold weather, at least the most basic business activities, social activities in the civilian population of the city. This is hard to see in the ordinary countryside.

Berk did not ride horses, nor did he wear armor. He was wearing a wolf-skinned shackle, lined with knights, and strolled freely between the streets of the west town of Sorinburg.

Since the Eastern Army has occupied this city that once belonged to the royal family, he has not had the opportunity to walk on the streets in such a casual manner. As the heir to the Duke of the East, he always has countless things to learn and busy, although he is today Accepting the new task arranged by the prince, but this task is not immediately possible. He first needs to arrange for the hand to collect information on the settlement of the heresy in the surrounding area, the disappearance of the population, the spread of abnormal diseases, etc., and then he can act in person. Before, he finally had a little leisure time.

Unfortunately, this leisure time is in the winter, he did not have the opportunity to see too many interesting scenes of the folk.

Walking aimlessly, watching the cold and clear streets, Berk finally sighed.

I really can't see anything, and the winter walk is the most boring.

The young Marquis turned and prepared to leave the place.

However, just before he took a step, a sudden voice suddenly came into his ear.

The voice is mixed with curses and the movements that hit the body, and there are some repressed sorrows.

Belk frowned and looked in the direction of the sound, which was definitely beyond the reach of ordinary people's hearings outside the two streets.

He walked forward, and his figure crossed a phantom on the nearly empty street. After a few seconds, he came to the alley and saw what happened in the alley.

Several tall, strong men were surrounded by a thin figure that had been huddled on the ground, punching and swearing with rude words, and on the ground near them, a tub was knocked over. Ground, more than a dozen pieces of clothes scattered around.

This disgusting scene made Berk's face gloomy. He immediately shouted: "What are you doing?"

The sudden shouts caused the people who were violent to stop. They turned their heads and looked at the direction of the voice. They had anger on their faces. They seemed to want to learn the people who intervened, but they were watching the lane. After the tall young man, these people almost stunned and stunned, and accompanied by a few sighs of cool air.