Our family is in decline

Those who do farm work can be considered physical labor, and the intensity is not low at all. Their appetite is also very good, especially after digesting it overnight.

Although they can't really indulge in a big meal, this kind of life is now something they couldn't even imagine before.

Whether you are working as a serf for a farmer in your hometown or working for a local lord, it would be nice to have some black bread to eat.

One way to prevent rat infestations on those farms is to tell the serfs whoever catches the rats will belong to them. Those hungry and crazy serfs will try their best to catch those rats.

Because everything in this land belongs to the master, letting you eat rats is already a gift. It can be said that the only meat they can eat is rat meat.

And because rats these days are not fat, after plucking their hair, they look like chicken necks with only a layer of skin and no meat, so the serfs called the rat meat chicken necks.

What I eat is chicken, which only the master can afford. Life is so good!

You can say that you are deceiving yourself, but for them it is good to have chicken necks to eat. When they were refugees, they didn’t even have chicken necks and black bread.

But now all of this has become a distant memory. The lord gave them a place to live, gave them food, gave them safety, and more importantly, gave them dignity and truly treated them as human beings.

And all they have to pay is just labor, no, more accurately, building Hamlet.

This is their "home" and of course they will work hard to build it up.

There is a strong figure standing out above the canteen of the farm. Sitting in the normally designed position, one has to be very careful to tuck himself in.

While others ate from plates, he ate directly from a basin. The amount of bread and fish porridge was at least three times that of others, as well as five eggs and three cups of milk.

But others never had any objections, not because they were afraid of him.

But his workload is very terrible, and even ten people may not be able to do it. This sumptuous breakfast is what he deserves for his work.

Everyone on the farm knows him, the woodcutter with natural powers - Balin the wild boar.

You must know that he is only thirteen years old now. If he hadn't been too honest and reported his real age and his true age was brushed down, he should be in the army now.

"Hi~Bahrain, good morning!"

"Good morning." Balin responded, raising his hand to hand over the eggs, "Want to eat?"

"No, I'm full. You can eat more." The man looked at the egg that was a few circles smaller in Bahrain's hands and waved his hand. They were from a logging team, and they just came over to wait for Bahrain to go to work together.

What goes against his exaggerated stature is that Bahrain has a very good temper. Everyone likes such a big guy.

Bahrain didn't pay attention. After simply eating everything, he stood up. The tall figure of nearly two meters was very conspicuous among the crowd.

When he went outside to pick up the tools, the logging ax that ordinary people needed to hold with both hands was like a toy in his hands.

The sky had just brightened when Bahrain entered the forest on the edge of the farm like everyone else.

These trees, which have grown wildly due to the influence of the wilderness, are facing natural enemies today.

Balin swung the ax, causing exaggerated cracks with every blow. It would take others half a day to chop down a waist-thick tree, but he fell it in just a few strokes, just like a woodcutter.

But Bahrain, who was working hard, suddenly stopped what he was doing, and others noticed and stopped.

"What's wrong with Balin?"

"There seems to be something in the woods."

Everyone's expressions changed a little when they heard this, because the last time Bahrain said this, a wild boar with a weight of nearly five hundred pounds rushed out the next second, and its tusks were like scimitars.

However, they did not show too much fear. On the contrary, they all gathered together and looked eager to try.

Because the wild boar was knocked down and caught by Bahrain after it came out, and it is still being bred in the pig pen, and they were rewarded for it.

At the same time, this is also the origin of Bahrain's nickname "Wild Boar". Being able to catch a wild boar with bare hands without the help of traps and weapons is already incredible for ordinary people.

If it weren't for the fact that the wild boar was still breeding in the pig pen, most people would probably think he was bragging.

This is why everyone likes to team up with Bahrain. The logging team is at the forefront of the reclamation, and some wild beasts often come out.

The other teams would be attacked if they were not careful, but the team with him were not afraid of those beasts at all.

Balin walked toward the forest with a logging ax in hand, but when he got closer, what he found was not a wild beast, but a white wolf lying on the ground with wounds all over his body.

Several other people quickly gathered around, because someone had asked them about the white-furred wolf before, so everyone knew that the white wolf was the lord's pet.

"Isn't this the lord's wolf? Go back and call someone!"

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The discussion about equipment in the farm camp did not end. On the contrary, they were very interested in these things that were closely related to them.

"I can't count on the equipment, but I heard that the military uniforms are about to be finalized. This is definitely for everyone."

"Who doesn't know, everyone has a share, but there is nothing wrong with us~" The spearman was not too excited. What difference does it make between having all this and not having it?

"But this time it was the lord himself who designed it for us, you know?"

This news immediately made everyone agitated and started discussing it.

"Fuck is that true! Who did you listen to?"

"I don't know what it's like?"

"That was designed by the lord, it must be very good!"

No one objects to this. As long as it belongs to the lord, it is good. Anyone who says something bad about the lord is waiting to be beaten.

This is not a high-pressure management, but everyone has deep faith in the lord, as usual.

After all, no noble would treat them as human beings rather than livestock like the lord.

But while they were discussing military uniforms, shouts came from outside.

"Captain! A woodcutter found a white wolf in the forest. He was seriously injured and fell to the ground, but he was still alive. He asked us what should we do?"

White wolf? Wolves with this coat color are not common.

When everyone heard this, they immediately thought of something, because the lord's white wolf ran away before, and the superiors asked them to pay attention when patrolling.

They were not qualified to decide on matters related to the lord. Upon hearing this, the camp leader immediately named a team of ten people without much hesitation.

"The first team will stay behind, and the second team will go with me to have a look. The third and fourth teams will patrol normally. Any injuries indicate that there are wild animals or enemies. Everyone, please bring weapons and be careful."

"yes!"

The entire camp sprang into action at the news.

It's not that the white wolf is taken seriously because it belongs to the lord. As said, if a wolf is seriously injured, it means that there are more powerful beasts or enemies nearby, which may invade the farm and affect production and life.

It is their job to keep the farm safe.

After they got outside, they found the woodcutter who had discovered the white wolf and learned about the situation as they hurried on.

"This morning..."

Acting quickly, the person in charge led the second team to the forest quickly and found that the white wolf's breathing was very weak and it was difficult to even move.

These soldiers have also fought with wild beasts, and they know that even if they are injured on a wild boar or a wild bear, they will not survive. However, the white wolf in front of them is not dead yet. It can only be said that it is worthy of the lord's wolf.

"Yes, I have seen that white wolf, this is it."

The soldiers had followed the lord to eliminate bandits, bandits and cultists, and most of them could be recognized.

"You ride back and report this matter. Just say that the white wolf suspected of being the lord has been found, but it is seriously injured. Let's see how to deal with it."

"Yes!" The man took the order and rushed out. He left the camp and ran toward the town...

Inside the town of Hamlet.

Although the lord trusted her very much, Greendale did not dare to slack off at all. She was already busy at her work station at dawn.

Generally speaking, these matters are handled in the government affairs building converted from the mercenary guild, and the position of the consul is specially designed here.

But the lord didn't like working in the government building and said some weird things like "It's impossible to go to work, it's impossible to go to work in this life."

Instead, he prefers to handle government affairs in the mansion, saying that it is more comfortable "like I am at home".

So this place became vacant, just in time for her to take over.

Although the system built by the lord is still a bit crude, it represents efficiency and execution for a small place like Hamlet.

It was all very ordinary things that could be presented to her. Apart from some basic reports and approvals, there was nothing major, until the news about the discovery of the white wolf spread.

"Let that soldier come to see me." Greendale immediately called the man up.

The soldier came all the way back on horseback. He had just reported and was summoned before he sat down.

However, they are not those serf soldiers who pull strong men. This amount of exercise has not been warmed up during training. After briefly reporting the situation, Greendale fell into silence.

Her thoughts were similar to others. Regardless of whether the wolf was the lord's pet or not, such serious injuries also meant that there were enemies around the farm.

Greendale was somewhat aware of the strangeness of Hamlet's land, and this made her even more wary.

Logically speaking, no matter if something unusual is discovered, the white wolf should notify Lance first.

But she knew that the lord just came back from the beast's den yesterday, and she also learned about the hardships along the way from Boudicca. She didn't want to wake him up because of the slightest disturbance, so she immediately decided to go and see what was going on in person.

"Come on, let me take a walk with you."

Greendale couldn't ride a horse, but Lance prepared a carriage specially for her. It was the little noble who came over after beating the witch to pick peaches.

As long as it is useful, you can naturally feel the lord's meticulous care.

By the time Greendale arrived at the farm, the white wolf had already been transported to the military camp.

At first glance, it looked like he was lying on the cart without even a good piece of fur on his body. Although he had been simply treated, his weak appearance still seemed like he would die at any time.

Although there were great changes, Greendale also recognized that this was the lord's white wolf named Wangcai.

That's why I feel surprised.

You must know that the purity of the bloodline can already be regarded as an extraordinary creature. It is impossible for ordinary beasts to be its opponents. Even the evil beasts in the mountains can fight it.

What could have hurt it so badly?

Thinking of this, Greendale came closer to study it carefully, but when she saw the wound on Wangcai's body and felt the remaining power on it, her whole body fell into uncontrollable emotions.

This kind of power...did that evil wolf actually chase him here?

Greendale is the doctor of Gunshan. She has seen all kinds of injuries, and she has also seen battlefields that are bloodier than this. It is basically impossible for her to be scared by seeing injuries.

The reason she reacted this way was because she recognized what exactly caused the injury.

The strange power left in the wound is the wolf god who has a blood feud with her!

Fortunately, she also went through hardships and quickly calmed down.

Didn’t you see that wolf fighting over the mountains and suffering heavy losses? How could she escape from the mountains when being hunted by wolves if she was alone and mentally weak?

Moreover, he was also influenced by that lord during this period, and his heart was no longer as rootless as before. With a backbone, his ability to withstand pressure was naturally stronger, and he would not suffer from emotional breakdown because of this.

Greendale then began to think about what happened after Wangcai escaped. She was a doctor in the mountains and knew a lot about various tribes.

After a brief thought, I understood the reason. I am afraid that the Langya tribe is coveting the bloodline of Wangcai, so they are chasing here, not because of themselves. All this is just a coincidence.

The key to this matter is this wealth...

As for who Lance was, she knew roughly that he was very protective of his shortcomings. If Wangcai died in the hands of the Wolf Fang tribe, the enmity between them would increase, so there was no need to worry that he would not avenge her.

At the same time, once Wangcai dies, whatever plans the Wolf Fang Tribe has will be shattered. As long as they can disrupt those guys' actions, Greendale is very interested.

Thinking of this, something was wrong with the way Greendale looked at Wangcai.

You don't even need to do it yourself, as long as you delay it, it will die on its own.

After much hesitation, Greendale gave up the idea and took out a bottle of potion from her pocket and handed it over.

"Feed it and drink."

It's not that she has any kindness, but if Wangcai dies here, this characteristic of protecting shortcomings will come back to bite her.

With Lance's ability, he would definitely be able to guess something. She didn't want any bad blood to arise between the two, whether it was for revenge or something else...

The Lushou Tribe's potion was ready for use by War Wolf, and the soldiers helped him drink it. Within a few seconds, the state of prosperity began to improve. It was not visible from the outside, but the aura was already stable.

In the end, she chose to believe that Lance would fulfill his promise to her, and then gave instructions to the person in charge of the camp.

"Immediately send someone back to inform Leonard that there are traces of barbarians nearby, and ask Sheriff William to come over to assist in the search, and then stop the peripheral work and withdraw the people."

There is no doubt about Greendale's ability. Once she makes a decision, she will act decisively without any procrastination.

But at this moment, a specious howl suddenly came from the distance.

Greendale's face instantly turned pale upon hearing this, and deep worry and even panic emerged, but she suppressed it in an instant and changed her previous order with a straight face.

"It's too late. The enemy has discovered us. Now pull back all the people on the farm immediately."

He paused briefly before saying the last sentence.

"Light up the smoke..."