Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

Harvey sat leisurely in the upper head of the castle hall, holding a paper list of information in his hand and slowly reading it - this is the list of property that the surrendered and captured nobles were wiped out after the Battle of Grizzlies. Among them, the family of Earl Fagen was the leader.

There were many warriors in straight military uniforms standing on both sides of the hall, staring at Baron Trevor and his group standing in the center. They were neither equipped with thick and shiny armor nor gorgeous cloak ribbons, and even on their waists. The casually hanging swords were not drawn out, but they felt stressed and uncomfortable.

"Who is Trevor Feigan of the Fegan family?"

The Baron's heart tightened and he hurriedly stepped forward and bowed and said, "Dear... Lord Harvey, I am Trevor Feigan." He paused and emphasized in a low voice, "Trevor Feigan baron."

As soon as he said that, he felt a little uncomfortable. The other party was obviously an ordinary civilian who did not even have a noble title. Although he was blessed by the identity of a spellcaster, he needed to treat him so humbly at this moment, which was really uncomfortable.

"Oh..." Harvey disagreed and looked back at the list in his hand, "Duckman Fagan... Earl, it's yours..."

"Cousin, Lord Lord, Earl Feigen, the contemporary head of the Feigen family, is my cousin."

"Well... I'm afraid I'm no longer the head of the contemporary family," Harvey joked with a smile, causing the bloody warriors standing beside him to laugh with distorted faces, "As the initiator of this war, the initiator of this war , I don’t need to explain too much to you in the specific process and final result of the battle? ”

He paused, raised the page in his hand and continued, "You should be glad that you did not take the initiative with Earl Fagan from the beginning, and did not choose to resist stubbornly until the end, and sacrificed your life in vain."

Baron Trevor wiped the sweat stains on his forehead and whispered: "It's all my stupid cousin who easily believed the villain's slander and coveted the false gold mines and wealth in your fiefdom, so that he would... I... I tried my best to persuade him, but it did not work."

Harvey chuckled, his attitude unanimous.

Baron Trevor hurriedly said, "I don't know how much ransom you need to pay for. In addition to the treasure house of the Earl's Mansion family, as long as the Fegan family can still get it, we will do our best to meet your requirements..."

He knew very well that the things in the family treasure house had been regarded as something in his pocket by this lord and could no longer be used as ransom and chips to redeem himself, but the Fegan family had been in the Grizzlies for several generations, and Many other fiefdom industries and a large amount of farmland can be sold and replaced.

"I don't need money." Harvey shook his head, "and he wasn't interested in your land and the industries that were run in Grizzlies."

He turned his head and signaled the waiter to hand over the documents he had prepared long ago to Baron Trevor, and explained slowly: "Food, livestock... and population, this is the price I need you to pay."

It is normal to ask for food, cattle, sheep and livestock. Whenever a small-scale battle conflict broke out between the noble lords of the southern countries, the loser would eventually end with the loser paying a lot of money and food. If it was in the non-harvest season such as winter and spring, it would end up in the end with the loser paying a lot of money and food. , livestock and horses will also be used instead when there is insufficient food.

But... what does it mean to ask for someone? Could it be that this pioneer lord needs to drive a large number of slaves to reclaim mountains and forest wastelands for him? It seems reasonable to think about it. After all, this is the northern wasteland known as a barren land.

"Lord, there is no problem with cattle, sheep, livestock and food. The noble families will be able to collect them soon and pay them to you. But in terms of population... do you need a large number of young and middle-aged serfs or free people?"

Harvey took a sip of hot tea and said lightly: "It's not just the young and middle-aged people, I want craftsmen, farmers, hunters, fishermen..."

He pointed to the list in the baron's hand, "You discuss with other captured nobles according to the numbers listed on the list. No matter how you allocate, you must raise a population of five thousand, and these people need to be family-oriented. The unit, handed over to me within one month.”

Baron Trevor's heart moved and immediately sat cross-legged on the ground regardless of the noble demeanor, spread the list in front of him and read it in detail.

The population of Grizzly Castle is about 10,000, and the fiefs of the surrounding vassal nobles also have an equal number of people. Including the industrial populations of the family branches, it is actually not difficult to collect 5,000 people. In particular, the lord also specifically requested that the number of people be reported based on the family, which means that if a tenant farmer's family is of five, it can be used to recharge the number.

Of course, the number of 5,000 people cannot be used as tenant farmers as the number. In this way, a large number of farmlands in the fiefdom will face the situation of no one to cultivate, and too many craftsmen cannot be drawn. The family's defeat in this battle will almost all the accumulated wealth will be It is time to clean up the industry and rest.

Speaking of which, the wasteland lord asked him to deliver the fiefdom population as ransom, but he accidentally helped him a lot. Otherwise, due to the current chaos in Grizzly Castle, the Feigen family, which was seriously injured in the energy, would not be able to control the city at all. The situation, and other nobles will also be eyeing them, staring at their fat meat without any authority or force.

He instantly realized that as long as he gave himself a few days, he could make a big fuss, calculate the optimal population payment configuration, and meet the other party's needs at the lowest cost.

"Lord, can you give me some time? It only takes three days?" Baron Trevor begged sincerely.

Harvey nodded in agreement, "Then I'll give you three days, and... you can go back to Grizzlies Castle and discuss. Except for the group of nobles who followed Earl Feigen to fight, all of them took the initiative in the Battle of Grizzlies Castle. All surrendered nobles can return first."

Baron Trevor was stunned for a moment, widened his eyes and said in disbelief: "Oh? What do you mean... can we also return to Grizzly Castle, pack up some of the supplies and soft materials before leaving?"

He originally thought that the other party had left some soldiers in the city, and wanted to directly occupy the Grizzly Castle and expel all the nobles in the city. The baron had planned his next place in advance - the family was led by the Grizzly Bear There is also a large Bieye Manor in a mountain town.

"What kind of fine things to clean up?" Harvey said in confusion. "There is nearly 10,000 people living in Grizzly Castle. All the noble officials responsible for managing the city are out of here. Do you want to throw all this mess to me?"

He paused, as if he understood the Baron's meaning, and said with some amusement: "Do you think I will occupy Grizzly Castle directly? Yes, in the future, this city will only retain the troops I sent as the only armed force. , but the city's operation and management still need someone to do it for me..."

Harvey stood up, looked at the nobles of all sizes in the lower head with a burning look, and asked leisurely: "Everyone, do you think that with the force I have in my hands, does the great master of Jinhui City have the ability to compete with me head-on. Woolen cloth?"

Everyone lowered their heads tremblingly, secretly wiping the cold sweat on their foreheads and dared not answer.

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Harvey did not force them to spit out the obvious answer, turned to look at Baron Trevor in the head, and chuckled, "Mr. Baron, I heard that in the Fegan family, you are the only two family except Earl of Fagan. A man, but he was seized from the inheritance of the title for no reason, right?”

As soon as these words were spoken, the Baron's heart immediately stirred up storm.

Indeed, the Fegan family was a nobleman who made his military achievements through force and war. There were countless men in the family who died in the battlefield in the past dynasties. When Earl Feigan inherited the title, he was already the only son of the family. He was his close relative. Brother, he should have the successor of the earl, but the earl himself did not think so. He seemed to be more intimate about his incompetent illegitimate son, intending to train him as the heir of the next generation of earls in violation of the family's ancestral teachings.

A thought suddenly surged in his heart that he couldn't even believe it. Once this greed appeared, it would be difficult to suppress it.

"Lord..." Baron Trevor found his voice trembling a little, so he swallowed hard, clenched his fists tightly, and said in a deep voice, "For His Majesty of St. Valen declared war on the Federation of Spellcasters, The Feigen family believes that this is a foolish act that is illegal and has no legitimate reason…”

"Fegan family has decided to choose to stand on the side of the Federation from now on. We will cooperate with you and your spellcasters to resist the invasion of tyrants and the church!"

After saying that, he knelt on one knee to greet Harvey with the etiquette he needed to serve his loyalty to the lord. The little nobles behind him followed suit - most of these guys were second sons in the family. Or the unlucky guy who inherits the position of the latter. After all, the real family leader followed Earl Fagen to join his coalition for merit and interests. At this moment, he was still squatting in Harvey's territory and waiting for redemption.

Harvey looked at the large number of people kneeling down below with interest, and suddenly felt a little funny.

I didn't even have a title of the lowest jazz, and I could actually make so many real nobles of aristocrats swear allegiance to me. It seems that the ruthless iron fist of war can "impress" people more than money and power.

He still pretended to walk down the stairs, and supported Baron Trevor, who was kneeling in the first place with one hand, and said warmly: "No need to be so, the justice is in the hearts of the people. Since you have understood the Grand Duke of St. Valen and the Earl of Fagen Of course, I will not blame you too much for wrong behavior...especially, Mr. Baron, um...sorry, maybe next time I meet, I should call you His Excellency Earl Feigen."