From pioneer lord to king

Chapter 73

Just the first one caused an uproar in the crowd. Pensions, Karna led the war every year and recruited the militia again and again. Which family has never paid for it?
But this is really the first time I heard the word pension, not to mention that so many people died this time, several times as many as before.

"Really, will there be a pension?"

"It must be true, you didn't see it was posted."

"What do you know, isn't it normal for those noble masters to change their minds?"

"Poor my brother, if this is true, the siblings and their family can live better."

"But the Lord Baron means what he says."

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From the reaction of the people, it can be seen that the image of the nobles in the hearts of the people is simply scolding.But it's not completely one-sided, there are still some people who remember the reputation of Master Ryan.

"Cough, cough, be quiet, be quiet.

There is one more thing here, after I finish reading, you can verify for yourself if it is true, please be quiet now! "Sivis kept a straight face, feeling a little displeased.

"I really don't understand, why does the baron give these mud-legged pensioners, the money is so much that there is nowhere to use it?" He muttered to himself.

Seeing that the crowd gradually quieted down, he continued: "This article is a recruitment notice issued by Mr. Delai of the Government Affairs Department. It roughly means that as long as you have a skill, you can try it. As long as you are selected, you can take up a job in the Government Affairs Department.

Even if it is farming, as long as you have a way to grow better than others, you can try it!There is no time limit, you can go anytime. "

This item can be regarded as a blockbuster. From their point of view, this means that the lord is recruiting officials. As long as he succeeds, won't he directly become a master, a noble lord?

In their poor cognition, even a sesame-sized official in the government affairs department is a nobleman, which is different from them.

"Farming is fine. I have a bumper harvest this year. I must try it." A simple and honest man touched his head and said happily.

"You? You want to be an official too. Go ahead and dream."

"I've hunted leopards before, and I'm going to try."

Listening to the heated discussions around, Xiyue Zhufeng raised her eyebrows. She couldn't understand why these people were so happy. Whether it was pensions or the so-called official position, she had no interest at all.

It's just that this lord seems to be different. She has also heard a lot of discussions about him in the city these days, and the rare ones have a good reputation.

The instructor told her that the human lords are greedy, stingy, hypocritical, cruel, and dangerous guys, and you must stay away when you encounter them.

She has also traveled to several territories, even to a viscounty territory, where the people complained about the lord, but she has never seen someone like Ryan who still supports it.

"It seems that he is a good person. What the instructor said is not completely right. Sure enough, I still have to go out and take a look."

Xiyue briskly shuttled through the crowd, humming an unknown song, and finally gradually disappeared on the street...

The entire Doman City is discussing the decree promulgated by Ryan. Due to the basic prestige established before, not many people think it is a big cake.

And soon someone put into practice. The mother of a militiaman who died in battle not only claimed the ashes from the government affairs office, but also received five Kindlers!

The whole city erupted instantly, and many family members of the militiamen who died in battle or the disabled gathered in front of the government affairs hall, and began to receive pensions and compensation under the support of officials.

Money cannot bring the dead back to life, but it can make the living better off.

For a while, Ryan's name was once again praised by the people in the city. In the short history of Kanarling, there have been several lords, but Ryan's reputation and prestige are number one among these people!

It's just that, under the temptation of money, there will always be people who can't hold back their dirty hands.

A few hooligans waited around the crowd. They folded their arms and looked at the people who came out of the government affairs hall. In their eyes, these were all golden Dele.

Soon, they selected their target. An old woman named Mary was in her fifties. Her youngest son had been killed a few days ago. Now only the lame elder and young grandson remained in the family.

There is no better goal than this. They blew a few whistles frivolously, and they followed without any concealment. As long as they leave the government affairs hall, are they afraid that there will be no way for this old woman to spit out the money?

Holding the urn in both hands, Mary staggered along the slightly muddy street, feeling a little lost.The four major tragedies in life are mother bereavement in childhood, father bereavement in youth, spouse bereavement in middle age, and son bereavement in old age!

When she was young, her parents died under the iron hooves of the orcs, her husband died when she was middle-aged, and her eldest son broke a leg when she just got married. A few years ago, her daughter-in-law also died of dystocia when she had a second child, and both mother and child died.

There is only one second son left, who is strong, smart and independent.He was going to fight the orcs, and she agreed, but this time, the white-haired man sent the black-haired man, and there was no one left...

As she walked, Mary could no longer control the tears in her eyes, and the cloudy teardrops dripped on the wooden urn, breaking into tears.

"Hey, old woman, what about mourning? What about the money, quickly give the money to the young master, or you won't be able to stand a few punches from the old man with old arms and legs."

As she was walking, Mary only felt a strong push on her shoulders. She staggered and fell into the muddy ground. The urn in her hand also fell to the ground, and the ashes were scattered all over the floor.

Mary stared blankly at the ashes contaminated by the dirty mud, completely forgetting the pain on her body, and she didn't even hear what the little bastard said.

Seeing that she was ignoring him, the leading gangster immediately felt humiliated, stepped forward and kicked Mary on the shoulder, and her thin and withered body immediately fell into the mud puddle beside her, icy cold to the bone.

She struggled to stand up, but just when she was about to succeed, the little bastard slapped her on the face with a grinning grin, and fell down in the mud again, the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth was stained by the muddy mud. A wisp of scarlet.

Such a big movement, people around have already noticed, but they just saw a few vicious little gangsters, they all acted as if they hadn't seen it, and avoided it.

For a while, more than a dozen people came and went, but no one dared to stand up.

It was one of Mary's neighbors who happened to see this scene. He felt that he couldn't beat those people, so he hurried forward to find the patrol team...

Colin wore simple leather armor and led a small group of militiamen to patrol aimlessly. Due to his outstanding performance in the war, he was promoted to the rank of team leader and was responsible for patrolling the west of the city.

Since the admission of those refugees, fights and thefts have often occurred, and they patrolled around to serve as a warning.

As he was walking, Colin suddenly heard a loud voice shouting: "I'm beating someone, help me..."

Colin frowned, and hurriedly led someone to look for it...

(End of this chapter)