Chapter 218: The comfortable baron leader

In early May, the end of the plowing moon and the arrival of the summer moon.

Half a year apart, the hot summer wind lingers in Baron Draco's lord, the scorching sun shines on the land, and the self-cultivated farmers are working in the farmland, and big drops of sweat fall on the mud, carrying the farmers' expectations for a bumper harvest in the harvest season in a few months, and also representing their hard work. The foundation of the huge empire is laid by the farmland.

Of course, some active self-cultivated farmers were unwilling to be bound in the farmland, especially many free people who were summoned to participate in the war. They received a large amount of rewards and spoils. A very small number of excellent performers were even absorbed into the army and became a glorious baron leader soldiers. They lived a shortage of money and satisfies their basic food and clothing. After they contracted their own farmland to others, they made notarizations in front of the church pastor, and obtained a fixed proportion of grain harvest every year.

They entered the newly built workshops along the York River and became workers and craftsmen, with higher rewards, better quality of life, and changed their destiny.

Batches of orders pour in like snowflakes, and the workshops are almost day and night, with tight time and heavy tasks. Many workers start working from five in the morning. When it is around 11 o'clock in the afternoon, most workshops no longer work due to the hot weather. They take a short break until the afternoon starts. During the break, the workshops will provide summer heat relief drinks, and some workshops will provide iced fruits and cold food.

The workshop owners also complied with a new decree issued by Baron Draco a week ago to force lunch breaks and improve the quality of work.

Leren's reputation as the most magnificent and the absolute control of the Baron's lord ensured the smooth implementation of the law.

After repeated persuasion, three or four foreign West-leaders merchants still firmly resisted the law. On that day, two textile workshops and a leather processing workshop under their name were "moved away" by the Barons soldiers, and the door was closed, which invisibly had the effect of killing one to warn a hundred.

Six or seven textile workers were sitting under the straw shed on the banks of the York River to enjoy the cool air. A simple clay pot filled with clear water. They each took a large mug, and they scooped water and drank it one by one.

"Huh~ I'm so tired. If I could have a glass of ice-black beer from the Dwarf Tavern, it would be even more comfortable." The worker with a white beard sat on the ground and breathed out a long sigh: "I'm busy until now, and there is still a batch of goods to be sold later. I'm so tired!"

"Forget it, Old Jeff, your life is the easiest!"

"Hey, you don't understand this. I'm mainly tired, but I'm much tired than those of the simple strength of working!"

"Since that's the case, when the work starts, we will change our positions!"

"Forget it, forget it, I can hold on to this old bone. You guys are still too young!"

"其—其—”

While hiding from the sunlight under the straw shed, several workers squinted their eyes to the port across the York River. A large sailboat with the pattern of the Overran Chamber of Commerce pulled up the ship's curtains. The last boxes of cargo were pulled up by a dwarf crane and loaded on the boat board. With a sound of a trumpet, a few minutes later, under the guidance of the dock workers, the large sailboat slowly sailed out of the new dock and sailed along the river toward the forest to the north, leaving a surging white wake.

Watching the back of the sailing boat sailing, a worker said, "Have you heard that the river port recruited workers not long ago, and the wages offered were 160 copper coins a day!"

"Really? John, don't lie to us, you guy!"

"Of course it's true, I can swear to Lord Baron!"

Baron Draco's prestige was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the workers believed what he said.

"Miss Mercy is here, are you still recruiting people now?"

"I feel like I missed hundreds of gold coins but didn't make any money."

"I really envy them..."

Several textile workers looked at the busy dock workers in the port with their eyes shining brightly, hoping to be one of them. You must know that the most basic textile workers earn only more than 200 copper coins per week, and who doesn’t want a better life!

"The construction speed and operational efficiency of the river port are far beyond my imagination. You have done a good job, my affairs officer." Not far away, on the third floor rooftop of a tavern on the edge of the York River, Leren, Pittman, Adrian and Gavin Clinton were sitting together, enjoying the tranquility after the busyness.

Gavin Clinton performed very well in this war. He led the elite halberd company to withstand the pressure on the front line many times and boost morale. He also solved several bighorn beasts and a man-horse beast alone.

In this regain war, the Draco army, who followed Leren to fight, lost about 260 people, of which more than 20 wounded soldiers could return to the team after rest, and the rest were either dead or disabled.

In addition to being organized into villages and town patrols in charge of public security, the disabled soldiers enjoy generous treatment as usual. It is undoubtedly the most respected deed. Veterans who are well-trained and have been through many battles are also widely popular with the mercenary group.

Some of the injured veterans who had made great achievements were hired by Leren according to the standards of middle and lower-level officers. They returned to the barracks and were responsible for training new recruits, shining for the glorious cause of Draco's army construction.

"My Baron, this honor of excellence does not belong to me, it is Mr. Atru Olfran." The Baron Consular Officer explained: "Draco Port, Mr. Olfran donated generously. He spent a huge amount of gold to hire several engineers from the Nuen Institute of Engineering. Moreover, when the Overran Chamber of Commerce recruited workers, the high salary they offered was irresistible. Even the lowest-level palletizing workers were paid higher than the average salary at the Port of Marionborough."

"So that's the case. Mr. Atru Olfran is really intent." Leren nodded, and the dark beer that had just been taken out of the ice cellar, and the bottle emitted a ray of cold air: "With the operation of Port Drake, both the length of transportation and the cost of transportation will be greatly reduced. The Overron Chamber of Commerce also needs these benefits, and we are the same."

"Yes, the unobstructed York and Hill rivers have shortened the time to rebuild Duncan Castle a little shortened, and the dwarf stonemasons are expected to be completed this fall." Peteman nodded, saying: "My baron, recently, has a large wave of refugees migrating into the territory from West, and arranged them in Oak Town and other villages, which will inevitably lead to conflicts with local residents. Considering that the outer walls and some neighborhoods of Duncan Castle have been completed, I think moving these homeless people into Duncan Castle is an effective solution."

"These refugees who cannot create profits have no place to live for the time being. They make a living by doing odd jobs. Instead of letting the evil of darkness spread in their hearts, it is better to move into the forest in the north, where there are large areas of wasteland waiting to be reclaimed, and they are in urgent need of labor and manpower." Adrian also said.

A human gathering place is on the verge of population saturation. It is bound to be a huge challenge between breaking through one critical point to the next. There are too many people, and from health to public security, they all face severe tests. For example, Aldolph, the capital of the empire, this giant city with a population of millions has to face slums and mud ponds. Tens of thousands of people are accumulated in each narrow block. Depravity, blasphemy and ignorance will lead to corruption spreading everywhere.

"Okay, it's good to exert their enthusiasm to make the best use of the goods." Leren didn't have a good impression of refugees.

A group of people who have no industry and no territory are willing to take in. They are self-cultivated farmers who have lost their land, homeless exiles, defeated deserters, bankrupt merchants, and small nobles. They are most likely to cause chaos. Moving these people into the heavily guarded Duncan Castle can minimize the adverse effects.

"Sir Gavin, how is the newly recruited army formed?" Leren changed the topic and looked at Gavin Clinton who was quietly sitting aside.

"The young and strong in the leadership responded positively and made great progress. My lord, the 200 people who were initially planned to recruit were already trained for one month. After the first batch of training, they will be given priority to the Forest Patrol Team for half a year of training and master the skills of fighting against the orcs." Gavin said meticulously: "The second batch of recruitment will begin in late May, around Midsummer Festival, when engineer Bennik Sutterson will participate. He is responsible for selecting musketeers and gunners and recruiting excellent soldiers."

Leren had no objection to the process of training for recruits: "The number of people in the second batch will reach 300 people. Gavin, this matter will be left to you."

"I understand, I must do my best!" Gavin nodded and responded.

Leren began to think about his territory.

His territory is very prosperous at present, and various projects are underway in an orderly manner. The trade with the wood elves has brought him a lot of wealth and trade influence. The dwarf community in his territory has brought him multiple production workshops, but this is far from enough.

After the bloody battle at Duncan Castle, Leren also realized that although the army he formed in the past two years was not as elite as the provincial legion, it still had obvious flaws. Without a powerful army, how should he fight against evil?

The impact of the Marion Fort Marion War also radiated to the Baron Draco. The conflicts on the border of the empire have continued until now, and seem to remind Leren that war is everywhere.

"Baron, the church of Mercy in the town applies for additional staff. The number of doctors and nuns is not enough. The number of newborns this year has almost doubled compared to the previous year, and the death rate is extremely low. The people all said that the baron received the blessing of the Lady of Mercy." Pittman then reported on some recent situations in the territory.

"The number of newborns has doubled, and the pastors of the Mercy Church have made great contributions. Their church funds have also been adjusted to twice this year, and they are rewarded and encouraged." Leren made a plain instruction: "Don't forget the phenomenon of infant mutation, and we must strictly check. The appearance of the four-corner Angur is because of a mercy. We cannot take it lightly. If we should kill, kill it."

"Yes, my baron, there is one more thing. The patriarch Langney wants to ask you to approve a ranch and give the dwarves the right to use it. Our long-bearded friends recently caught a group of bighorn rock sheep from the forest. The dwarves wanted to train them into mounts. For this, they needed a ranch. He wanted to ask if you agree?" The officer took out a piece of parchment and asked.

"Tathing the rock sheep as a mount?" Leren looked surprised.

“It seems…yes.”

Leren was confused. He had never heard of dwarves having the ability to tame mounts. He looked at Adrian again, who shook his head. Baron Draco didn't want to make a decision so easily: "Let's go to the dwarves community first. Since they have caught the rock sheep, they have already tamed them."

"Okay, I'll lead the way for you, Baron." Pittman stood up, and not long after, Leren and others rushed in the sun.

After riding a horse for nearly half an hour, the dwarf community was approaching.

It seems that many have been expanded, an independent community. The dwarves built their residences under the hills. The home and stove runes carved on the thick stone gates flashed and shone. The ancient runes are the core of a dwarf gathering place, which can give every long-bearded person the courage and tenacity to defend their homes.

When Leren walked along the stone road to the dwarf community, he found that most of the hills had been hollowed out, and only a few mustaches were willing to build houses on the surface. The dwarfs used advanced engineering and created huge mechanical devices for lifting platforms and digging out deep basements for living. Houses along the rock walls were simple in shape, mostly with solid square stones, and at the same time, stone pillars supported the underground space. The decoration was simple, but full of the charm of ancient traditions. The three statues of the ancestor gods of the dwarf were also standing on the platform in the middle of the community.

On the watchtower tower outside the community, two dwarves standing guard saw the arrival of Leren, and they saluted happily: "Oh, what an honor, the dwarf's friend is here!"

"May Granny's beard give you wisdom!"

Leren didn't show too much. He smiled and waved his hand, and entered the community with a familiarity.

The hydraulic lift was running smoothly, and not long after, a few people stepped into this underground world. This was also the first time that the affairs officer Pittman came to the dwarf community. While sighing, he looked around, while Adrian and Gavin tried hard to keep calm, but they were also novel about everything in the dwarf community.

Many dwarves passing by were superior to their curiosity, but the bearded ones did not forget to dedicate their respect to Leren.

Walking on the hanging stone bridge, looking at the figures of farming on both sides, Leren understood that no wonder the dwarves did not need to import the raw materials for beer production. It turned out that they had opened up barley fields underground and used rare fluorite as light source. There was basically no change in the climate of the four seasons.

While watching the scene along the way, Leren noticed the figure coming towards him at the end of the stone bridge and was laughing at him.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!