Lord of Rot

Chapter 8 Li Qi·Confidence
The coffin was pushed away, and the strong man with a golden wound on the bald spot on the top of his head and a golden scar on the collarbone on his shoulder sat up straight, supported the coffin with both hands and stood up shaking.

He raised his long legs and stepped out of the coffin, walked up to the young lord holding a torch, and watched him quietly.

Then... Instead of passing by, he bent down and picked up the scythe on the ground.

Whoosh, whoosh, the man waved the sickle, as if he was not holding a sickle, but a sharp long sword.

After waving the scythe, the man stood against the wall and lowered his head.

"Not bad." The young lord was very satisfied. The corpse made from the "Warg Killer" corpse was more agile and stronger, and there was still a part of swordsmanship instinct in his body. When Li Qi controlled the movement of the corpse, that instinct was also integrated into it. In his memory, he seems to have become a master with a sword.

Under the torch, half of the handsome lord's face was illuminated, while the other half was completely hidden in the darkness: "We will be together for a long time, Mr. James."

The dead body remained motionless, it was a pity that he did not turn into a ghoul as recorded in the Necronomicon.

……

"Four gods bless, my lord!"

The young manservant was bending over, his excitement palpable.

"You are my faithful servant, Pitchfork." Li Qi nodded slightly to the male servant. When he was about to die in an accident, only Pitchfork searched for herbs for him. The housekeeper Simon pretended to know nothing and was in a neutral position. It is understandable to think about doing this for his own life, but ignoring it is a betrayal of his allegiance to the lord.

Pitchfork nodded again and again: "Yes, I have always been, my lord!"

Li Qi looked at the butler who was standing aside. The butler was indifferent to Pitchfork's behavior. Maybe he thought that he only needed to do his job as a butler. How much work do you give me? "Mr. Simon, Can all the people from this castle come over? I don’t think they have gotten to know the new owner of this castle well.”

"Of course, but..." Simon said, "It's better for you to summon them outside the castle, lest they leave humble footprints in the castle with their stinky shoes of dirty mud and feces."

Li Qi frowned slightly. Although he had long known the huge class gap in this era from the memory of the former Baron Li Qi, judging from the butler's reaction, the gap was even bigger than he imagined.

It is said that during a noble gathering, a lord once told a joke: One day a farmer was dying, and the prisoner was going to take away the farmer's soul, and he waited behind the farmer's ass, because he thought the farmer's soul would come from Ass came out, and then he waited for a fart.

That's right, civilians are nothing but farts in the eyes of nobles.

The prisoner is one of the four gods, the god of judgment, the god of punishment, and the god of death. The prisoner is willing to wear shackles to bear the suffering for the world, representing sacrifice and dedication.

As for the aristocrat who made fun of God, the territory was destroyed. If he still survived by blood, his descendants should be civilians in a certain territory now, just like a fart.

Li Qi's brows widened again... At least he was a noble lord, and he didn't intend to overthrow him.

"Then go to the yard," Li Qi said.

In the yard, several people stood together.

The fat lady in a long skirt clutched her wrinkled long skirt nervously.

"I heard that the lord wants to see us." The woman standing next to Mrs. Titmouse whispered. She is the cleaning maid of the castle. It is not an easy job, but it is better to work in the castle than outside in the wind and rain, and One can feed the whole family by himself. If he stays at home and farms, what fills his stomach will not be black bread, but weeds.

The other maid nodded. She was very tall, and Mrs. Titmouse always sighed that if the other party was a man, she might be able to lift a long sword to the battlefield.

"Do you know? Lord Leo and his wife have moved away, following the golden carriage that came today..."

"I heard that the lord was seriously injured. It's great that he can wake up."

During the year when the Clarence family was in Porcupine Collar, the servants had a certain understanding of the members of the Baron family. Baron Leald Clarence had a hot temper and was full of foul language, not like an elegant nobleman.

The Baroness was bitter and mean, and would always try to keep money from them.

Master Li Qi is gentle and elegant, with a good temper...afraid of strangers.

As for Leo, he is just a child, but he is also very well-bred, and he has not been raised by his extreme mother to be annoying.

"Stop talking, my lord is here!"

Li Qi refused the help of the servant Pitchfork. In a world where faith dominates, the miraculous self-healing of serious injuries does not need to worry about being sliced. Instead, it will receive the admiration of other people. Such people will be called gods. .

Similar to Mengri into the bosom and Liu Bang cutting the white snake, one's lord is favored by the gods and can even strengthen the dominance of the territory.

His presence made a corner of the courtyard quiet.

Standing in front of him was the servant of Porcupine Castle with a nervous expression. He glanced at everyone. They had the pride of working in this dilapidated castle, the nervousness when they faced the baron for the first time, and... the fear of being dismissed , no one wants to lose the opportunity to work in the castle.

The thin butler and the stooped short servant followed behind Li Qi, like guards, although it looked more like a tall and strong Li Qi protecting the two of them.

The impoverished Porcupine Castle cannot afford to support too many people. The 20 or so people in front of me are all there are, including laundry servants, cooks, grooms, sweeping servants, valets, butlers, and guards protecting the castle. The guards are local farmers.

As far as Li Qi knows, in addition to the above, there are dozens of people in the castles of rich lords, such as carpenters, masons, attendants, and bards. There are even servants in the kitchen who fry steak, wash vegetables, and chop vegetables. , Dishwashing male servants, etc., only men can reach the top in various industries, even in brothels, this is recognized.

If the knights and guard soldiers are added, there may be hundreds of people.

Lild used to have a good army of soldiers, about 80 people, but was recruited by the Leopold family of the Golden Sword some time ago. The former baron, who had a relapse of old illness, failed to rush there, but loyally gave away all his family assets .

If those soldiers were still there, Li Qi would definitely not have ended up like this, and James didn't even dare to make a move.

Now Li Qi wondered whether those soldiers could come back, after all, Leed was dead.

Li Qi asked, "Mr. Simon, who is the chef?"

Rabbit Simon immediately pointed to a bald head: "It's Mr. Barrel."

The chef is worthy of the name of "wine barrel", with an exaggerated big belly, it seems that he usually enjoys the same level of breakfast, lunch and dinner as a baron.

Pitchforks, hammers, wine barrels, compared with commoners, nobles have knowledge and give their children more noble names.

Baron Leard's father was a blacksmith and did not have a surname. Clarence was chosen by Leard after asking a knowledgeable scholar. It also means that the family has been passed down from him. Clarence is in the land of Lurea, which means "confidence." .

Therefore, he should be called Li Qi Confidence.

It fits the character of Baron Porcupine very well.

(End of this chapter)