Wizard, I have a game board

The next day, morning.

"What's wrong with those God's Grace knights and nobles who believe in the good God? Why haven't they sent people out to maintain order?"

Lor, who hadn't slept all night, had two dark circles under his eyes and sat behind the gate of the manor and yawned.

The occasional sounds of fighting on the street last night made his heart beat fast.

He could only light three candles in the most conspicuous place in the living room to indicate that there were people in the yard, hoping that no one would break in.

At this moment, he yearned for order more than ever before.

Now he was just a twelve-year-old boy. When at least half of the people in the town died because of their belief in gods, he didn't dare to take money out to buy fish.

Only when order was restored could he operate.

Da Da Da -

Suddenly, a sound of footsteps came from far away.

Lor listened attentively, and there were at least three people in the group coming.

"Bang bang bang--"

The visitor knocked on the door several times and shouted:

"Is Mr. Rox home? I am Cotley."

Cotley is the only baron in the town, Baron Radef's steward. He is responsible for collecting business taxes from merchants like them at the end of each year.

Now the task of confirming the survival of merchants in the town has obviously fallen into his hands.

"Uncle Cotley, my parents have gone to the Kingdom of God."

Lor immediately opened the door, glanced at Cotley and the two militiamen behind him, and said with a sad expression.

Although he looked sad, he was actually a little happy in his heart. If an acquaintance was alive, his plan would be much easier to carry out.

"Little Lor, you should be happy. They will live forever in the kingdom of the God of Wealth."

Seeing Lor open the door, a trace of disappointment flashed across Cotley's eyes, but he quickly restrained it. After comforting him, he asked:

"What are your plans for the future? Will you inherit your parents' work and continue to make salted fish?"

If possible, he certainly wanted to rob Lor directly and get more gold coins, but the two militiamen followed him not just to protect his safety.

"Of course!"

Lor nodded very firmly, took out two sacks from his arms, and handed them to Cotley:

"Uncle Cotley, this bag contains this year's commercial tax. Please help me give it to the Baron in advance."

"In the other bag, it is a small token of gratitude to Uncle Cotley and the two militia uncles for taking the trouble to come here early in the morning."

"If everything goes well, it will double next year."

Lor had to give this money because the housekeeper knew exactly how much property his family had.

Now we can only bet that the steward dare not disregard the reputation of the baron, abandon future profits, and choose to kill the goose to get the eggs.

In all aspects, Lor has considered it very carefully, and the probability of winning the bet is very high.

Upon hearing this, Kotli and the two militiamen behind him smiled.

Kotli reached out to take the two bags, opened each of them and took a look, and nodded with satisfaction:

"Okay, I believe that with your talent, Lor, everything will go well."

One of the bags contained the normal five gold coins of commercial tax, which Kotli dared not touch.

The other bag contained one gold coin and eight silver coins, which was more than three times more than the five silver coins in previous years.

Even if the eight silver coins were divided among the two militiamen who followed him, he could still get one gold coin, which was a big profit.

Not to mention, it could double next year.

"Who of you two will stay here to protect little Lor for a few days?"

Kotli turned around, took out eight silver coins and divided them equally among the two militiamen and asked.

The bet won!

Lor saw the scene in front of him, and his heart suddenly relaxed.

Order is his only umbrella of protection now.

"Let me do it." A young militiaman with red hair stepped forward.

Seeing this, another militiaman had to retract his foot, feeling a little regretful.

This little guy named Lor looks very generous and sensible. If he protects him for a few days, he should get some benefits.

"Okay, then Chris, you stay here to protect Lor for a few days. I will report to the militia captain when I go back."

Cotley nodded, patted Lor on the shoulder, and smiled:

"Okay, we still have to go to several other houses to confirm the situation. You go back and rest first."

After that, he turned around and left with another militiaman.

"Uncle Chris, you haven't had breakfast yet?"

Seeing Chris's tired face, Lor immediately smiled shyly and led him into the house while asking.

"I really didn't eat."

Chris rubbed his stomach. He was busy suppressing the unrest for most of the night yesterday.

Before he had time to sleep, he was dragged to accompany the housekeeper to check the population. He didn't have any free time at all.

"Then I'll make some breakfast."

Lor led Chris into the living room and sat him down. Then he ran to the kitchen, boiled a pot of water, and threw two salted fish in.

He took four slices of white bread, spread some butter on them, stacked them two by two, and put them in two silver plates.

After a while, a pot of soup and two breakfasts were ready.

When he brought two breads and a pot of soup into the living room, he clearly saw Chris's eyes light up, as if he was looking forward to it.

This is normal. In ordinary free people's homes, they don't eat white bread, which costs one silver coin and one pound.

Usually, they only eat a little bit on the annual God's Grace Day.

As for the salted fish soup, it's not so rare. After all, this is by the sea.

"Uncle Chris, this is yours." Lor pushed a plate over.

"Thank you, little Lor." Chris thanked him, took the plate, and started eating with big mouthfuls, looking very happy.

"It should be, after all, I have to ask you to protect my safety in the next few days." Lor said with a smile.

As he spoke, he resisted the discomfort and picked up his piece of bread to eat.

There is no doubt that this thing is not to his taste.

But there is no way, who makes this world have only this condition?

When I am strong enough in the future, I can make some changes, as for now, forget it.

The tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind.

"Uncle Chris, I wonder what's going on outside now? I didn't dare to go out all day yesterday."

After dinner, Lor became a little familiar with Chris, and began to ask him about the situation outside.

Chris showed a little envy in his eyes and said:

"The souls of the devout believers who believe in the great God of Light, the God of Life, the Goddess of Darkness, and the God of Wealth have all been accepted into the Kingdom of God. There are about 12,000 bodies left in the town."

"Unfortunately, I believe in the God of War and was not accepted."

"Some people who believe in other gods have not entered the Kingdom of God either."

Lor was silent. You still regret it. You can be happy to believe in these truly kind gods.

According to the data film he watched in his previous life, when the gods fell into the final struggle, half of them chose to absorb the souls of their believers in exchange for the final revenge, which also caused great trauma to the wizards.

The remaining half chose to let the believers live.

"So are there more than 8,000 people left in the town now?" Lor asked.

Originally, there were more than 20,000 people in the town. More than half of them were missing, so there should still be more than 8,000 people.

I just don't know how many of the fishermen who used to supply goods to his parents are still alive. If there are too few, he may have to look for more sources of goods.

"No, there are only more than 7,000 people at most."

Chris pounded the table angrily: "Some despicable scum took advantage of yesterday's chaos to burn, kill, and loot, harming a group of innocent people."

"From yesterday afternoon to evening, following the orders of the Baron, we found and killed those scum again."

"Little Lor, to be honest, I'm quite surprised that your place was not visited by those scum."

"Maybe it's because I'm lucky?" Lor smiled shyly.