The Wizard’s Fairy Tale

　　 "In this way, my dear father, who is nominally, really loves me." William sneered.

　　 With cold eyes, he looked at old Grete, and said, "Let's talk about it, then how do you spend the winter?"

　　 "This..." Old Grete hesitated.

William smiled contemptuously and said, "There are only a few rows of wooden fences in the entire village. If there are lizardmen, they will not be able to stop their attack. Come on, how did you spend the long winter? I won't blame it. you guys!"

　　 "...Lord Baron, then I'll talk about it." Old Grete just thought for a while, and said, "It's Patras!"

　　 "Patra City? The city of Viscount Grinn?" William said with a move in his heart.

　　 This is his neighbor!

The small village of Nisai is surrounded by dark forests and shadow swamps on both sides of the northwest. To the east is Cordillera Mountain. There is a river flowing under the mountain. The villagers usually use water from there. These are all within his territory. And walking south for about a day and a half, it is the territory of Viscount Grinn, where Patras City is located!

　　 "Yes, Lord Baron!" Old Gret said cautiously.

　　 "Oh, so, people from Patras used to protect you?" There was no joy or anger on William's face.

　　 "Yes, Lord Baron!" Old Grett's attitude became more respectful, for fear that a careless one might make William angry.

　　 "How does the city of Patras shelter you? It sends teams to protect you every winter?" William asked again.

　　 "No, Lord Baron." Old Gret shook his head with a wry smile.

　　 "How did that protect you? Say it quickly." Old John's face was ugly, and he actively helped William to urge.

　　 Old Gretel did not answer, but looked at William.

　　 "Just speak. Don't hesitate." William said coldly.

　　 "Yes, Lord Baron!" Old Gretel suddenly shook his heart, bowed slightly, and said, "We will pay the fee to Patras in exchange for the treatment of spending the winter in Patras."

　　 "How much do you pay?"

　　 "One person, one leather coin." Old Grete replied.

　　 "One person, one leather coin?" Old John yelled suddenly, which was far more than the advice he gave to William.

"Yes, Master John. If you don't have Pisces, you can also use the harvest in the field to exchange it for 25 bushels of rye per person. After paying the entrance fee, less than 30% of our annual harvest in the field can be used for our disposal. . So we are no longer able to afford your 40% of the land rent." Old Gret had a sad expression on his face.

　　 "And if we can't enter the city of Patras in winter, we will become fertilizer for the surging lizard people!"

　　 "It's not that no one in the village thought of using the village's defenses to resist the lizardmen's attack, but when they come back every spring, they will never be seen again. The village is also destroyed and needs to be rebuilt."

　　 "Lord Baron, we can't stop the lizardmen's attack! Only Patras City is the only safe shelter!"

　　 Old Gray said in a breath.

　　 All the villagers are looking at William, waiting for his decision.

　　 William was silent, his face looked like a volcano about to erupt.

　　Old John and the others are also silent, and they don't know that the situation in this territory is so complicated.

　　 After a while, William suddenly smiled, "So, do I have to pay to enter the city of Patras for refuge?"

　　 "My Lord Baron, we really can't afford even a little tax." Old Gretel did not answer William's question directly, but only emphasized his own difficulties.

　　 William finally understood, why didn't the principality collect taxes here? Why is there no taxation in the small village of Nisai, the villagers are so poor that they are no different from serfs.

　　 In fact, they are the serfs of the city of Patras, Viscount Grinn!

　　 instead of him, the leader of William Odyssey!

　　 Even he, if he chooses to take refuge in Patras in winter, then he is also a serf of Viscount Grinn!

　　 Viscount Grien is really amazing! He had an extra group of serfs to work for him, and he almost didn't need to pay anything! William sighed inwardly.

　　 But Viscount Grinn's power is based on William's pain.

　　 William asked himself, is he willing to ask another person to take the property that originally belonged to him every year?

　　 Are you willing to look at your own territory every year, in the cycle of reconstruction and destruction?

　　 Are you willing to send someone under the fence?

　　 Actually, there is no need to ask, William has already given him the answer subconsciously!

　　He came to this world, not to be a tortoise.

　　 William's eyes became firm, sharp like an eagle, and he looked at all the villagers who were also looking at his lord.

　　 The eyes of the villagers are full of hope.

　　 William’s mouth suddenly burst into a sunny smile, “I’m sorry! For 40% of the land rent, I won’t ask for one more point, but I won’t ask for one point less! No one can be less!”

　　 One stone stirred up waves!

　　 The eyes of the villagers became apprehensive, but no one dared to speak because they were afraid of fines!

　　 The atmosphere is depressed and uncomfortable.

　　 If William had to collect taxes, they would have no way to survive. Even if they didn't eat or drink, the remaining harvest would not be enough to enter the city of Patras.

"My Lord Baron, please look at the divine destiny. Please don't see us again after winter! We are your loyal servants, your plows and horses, and your territory needs our work. "Old Gretel wanted to save it.

　　 "Yes, my leader! I have never doubted your loyalty!" William chuckled, "And, this winter, I will stay here!"

　　 "The Baron Sir..."

　　 "The Baron Sir..."

　　 Old John and Old Gray said in the same voice, the same words, in different tones, expressed different meanings.

　　Old John was worried about William's safety, but Old Great did not believe in William's decision.

　　 "My Lord Baron, maybe I should tell you how dangerous the small village of Nisai will be after the heavy snowfall? It is a beast that swallows countless people."

　　 "I thank you for your kindness, old Gretel, but a 40% harvest is still necessary!"

"After the harvest month, after paying enough taxes, if I still want to leave the village and go to Patras, I will never stop! Of course, his field will be divided by me to other people who remain. And, if I If someone runs away without paying taxes, hehe, winter is here, and the beasts in the dark forest are hungry! I think it will entertain those lovely guests. Of course, I really don’t want to see that scene. ."

　　 William said coldly.

　　 The villagers' hearts were full of chills.

　　 "And I will stay here, and together with the villagers who are willing to stay here, I will build a small village that really belongs to us!" William suddenly said.

　　 As soon as this sentence came out, all the villagers looked incredible. They couldn't believe that William, the so-called nobleman, would risk his life to stay here.

　　 "My Lord Baron, you will regret it!" There was a silence for a while, Old Gretel said.

　　 "You will never see that day!" William looked at him decisively.

　　 "My Lord Baron, this is exactly what I hope!"

　　Old Gretel went back and did not continue to speak.

William's stern gaze swept over all the villagers, saying, "Give up everything and leave, or stay with me! Those who leave will be cast aside, have nothing, and die in poverty, but those who remain will be glorified and he did not dare to imagine before. Good life!"

　　 Without the harvest in the field, they would be starved to death.

　　 But if you stay, the long winter will take away many lives!

　　 Seventy-three households in Nisai Village are all caught in a difficult choice.

　　 However, William has not finished speaking.

　　 "There is still a month to go before the harvest month, you have enough time to think about this!"

　　 "But before the final moon arrives, I have a new task to give you!"

　　 William took out a golden weed and showed it to all the villagers.

　　 This is what he picked up in the corner of the room this morning.

　　 "Does anyone know this kind of grass?" William asked the villagers.

　　 The villagers were thinking about leaving or staying in the winter. Few people responded to William's question.

　　 William's face sank, and he shouted, "Is there no one in the village of Nisai who knows this kind of grass?"

　　 The villagers were frightened, UU reading www.uukānshu.com quickly raised their hands to show that they knew.

　　 More than half of the villagers raised their hands one after another.

　　 This is a common weed, everywhere, and villagers have an impression of him.

　　 William nodded and said, "My fellow citizens, I need you to find this kind of grass for me, the more the better!"

　　 "Yes, Lord Baron." The villagers replied feebly.

　　 Seeing this situation, William was not angry, but smiled slightly and said, "Every one hundred grass is a bundle, and every three bundles I will buy it with a Poole coin."

　　 The eyes of the villagers suddenly opened as big as copper bells, and they looked at William like a hungry wolf looking at a little lamb.

　　 This kind of grass, forests, fields, and houses are everywhere, and you can pull hundreds of them.

　　 And three hundred such useless weeds can be exchanged for a Poole coin.

　　 Five Poole coins can buy the worst brown bread, the kind of brown bread mixed with bran, wood chips and a small amount of rye flour, can make a person eat barely for three days.

　　In other words, as long as you pull up to five or three hundred weeds, you can get food for three days.

　　 Besides, they all have a strong confidence that they can find far more weeds than this amount.

　　 This is extremely attractive to the villagers of Nisai Village who have been under the poverty line and have been exploited by the city of Patras.

　　William was very satisfied with the hungry eyes of the villagers and added another fire, saying, "First come first served, if the quantity is enough, I will stop the purchase. Go!"

　　 The villagers screamed and ran away, only a few villagers walked unhurriedly.

　　Among them are the Adams family and the old Gretel family.

　　 A rich family in the village? William thought.