After reading the order, the city defense officer took the soldiers away, without leaving even a second, and without the intention of explaining in detail.

Only the anxious poor were left to discuss fear and worry.

"Lord... what does this mean?" said a younger poor man with a bitter face. He was barely young and strong. If he led the main recruitment of civilians to join the army, he would probably be the only one.

"What else can it be? Just pull the servants." An old poor man sighed and said helplessly, "Everyone should pack up, maybe he's going to leave the city."

"Get out of the city?!" A woman screamed, "It's snowing, how can you survive if you leave the city now!"

"It's not okay to not leave the city. What do you think the servants do? It's not enough to endure hardships, but it's certain that when you need to take risks, you'll let the servants go first!" The old poor man was very knowledgeable, and his face was so bitter that he could almost drip out of bile. "The worst thing is that he has no benefits at all, but he will be subject to military regulations. At that time, there is no need for the baron master to speak, and a quasi-knight can find a charge to chop you up... I used to be a servant once, and I witnessed a strong man with a farming family who had land at home because he refused to join the army in the future and wanted to go home to farm. He was chopped off by casually "fearing war and retreating". After he came back, the fields were not yet recharged, and the old and young family died in that winter..."

He said it calmly and did not have much sincere and sadness. It was thought that it was because the years were too long and he had already become numb. But the poor people around him felt that their newly-worn winter clothes could not stop the biting coldness. They all felt cold to their backs from the past, and many people trembled.

At this moment, a nimble poor man flashed his mind and blurted out: "Let's go find the priest and the others!"

This sentence was just a subconscious and casual statement, but it made the poor suddenly realize it and said in a lingering manner: "Yes! Go to the pastor and the others! Go to the good people of the Void Mask Church!"

After a while, they had arrived at the base of the Void Mask Church. The paladin who was guarding the door was surprised to find a group of people coming over with a hurried look on their faces, and hurriedly went up to stop them and asked what was going on.

After learning about the cause and effect of the matter, he frowned and let the poor people sweat from anxiety and worry go in and rest, and then ask the workers hired to do chores to bring them hot tea to drive away the cold, and then hurried to the prayer room and report the matter to the Kabala Priest.

Kabbalah calmly finished listening to his narrative and frowned.

"Their methods are so silly!" he said, "It is false to let these poor people die, but it is true to use these poor people to force us to take action. It is cold now, and it is about to snow. If these poor people leave the city, they will die more than half of them even with our help. So they have no choice but to take the risk and be called up."

"Of course we cannot sit idly by if they are called." The Paladin also understood this and said worriedly, "But what should we do? The lord has the right to recruit civilians, which is a power that we cannot deny."

"Yes, if these poor people are to be recruited, we want to protect them. The more feasible way is to temporarily join that army and classify these poor people as our subordinates - but in this case, there will be many traps and dangers waiting for us at that time." The Kabala priest frowned and said his analysis.

"That's equivalent to death!" the paladin said angrily, "If he wants us to kill the dragon, will we rush forward too?"

"It is impossible to kill dragons. I have never heard of a giant dragon near this place." Kabala smiled and comforted him, but his eyes were filled with worry. "But... if it was an ogre tribe, or a group of trolls or something, it would be bad."

He murmured to himself a few words, and asked the paladin to go out to appease the poor first, while he knelt in front of the altar and prayed.

Sui Xiong naturally received his prayer immediately. After hearing the introduction, he frowned and surrendered to Daer City.

When he saw this, he immediately saw the evil aura that rose like black smoke from the lord's mansion.

"The temple has a strong wind, and the water is shallow!" He snorted coldly, ignored the lords and looked at the wilderness surrounded by Daer City.

In the sharp eyes of the gods, all kinds of creatures in the wilderness were vividly remembered. Whether it was wild beasts or monsters, they could not escape Sui Xiong's observation. He looked carefully and roughly saw the few more dangerous monster communities around him clearly. Then he sorted out the information and turned it into a map, accompanied by a soft white light, which fell in front of the Kabala Priest.

Kabbalah hurriedly picked up the map, glanced a little, and smiled.

With this map, he felt confident.

After Sui Xiong gave them this map, he did not leave immediately, but continued to stay above Daer City and stared at the city.

The city has a history of hundreds of years, and the management of several generations before and after has created this territory located on the edge of the Everglades. It is not rich, the land is neither fertile nor special production. But Baron Dahl is quite rich, and his wealth is far beyond the level that this territory can support.

Not to mention anything else, just looking at the porcelain in his restaurant and the spices in the kitchen, you can tell how rich he is.

In this world, high-quality porcelain and high-quality spices are very precious. The former requires excellent materials and excellent workers, while the latter requires suitable climate and soil. Both are somewhat difficult to find. After years of development, roughly, the former can only be made by some plain dwarves who believe in the god of craftsmen. The latter is almost in some temples that believe in the goddess of earth, and the yield is pitifully low.

Sui Xiong was not an engineering man before traveling through time, and he only had a slight understanding of agriculture. So even though he read those traveling novels and often saw the protagonists burning glass and making MSG, he had no choice at all. It was a pity that he spent many years just to make a steel blast furnace. In the end, he handed over the information to Palin and the others and finished it in Palin and the others.

So he never thought about burning glass and porcelain, and he really couldn't do this.

As for spices, before traveling through time, he had no idea about them, let alone trying to plant them.

However... at present, in the mid- and low-end spice market of the main plane, a considerable share is controlled by the Void Mask Church. They are mainly the output of several medicinal fields and the bay leaf planting around the city of Garce. As for high-end spices, only ambergris produced in the deep sea are almost under his control - that still depends on a good relationship with the goddess of the ocean.

The Baron Dahl's home has many spices, including not only mid-range products such as bay leaves, but also expensive edible spices such as "scented pepper" and "clean aquamarine", and more. To support such luxury consumption, let alone a baron on the border, even those merchants in the capital of the Gold Coin Federation, if they have a smaller net worth, it is impossible.

"Where did this lord's wealth come from?" Sui Xiong could not help but wonder when he carefully observed the situation in the lord's mansion.
Chapter completed!