Everyone was secretly watching that lord's face, but his expression was without any change to come. It seemed as if he was watching someone else handle his own family business, which made Garvey feel his scalp explode and wonder what he really meant.
He stiffened his head to the ground crawling on his knees and asked some questions, and learned that he had indeed received a little food, before going out, also obtained some. But because he owed a lot of tax, he paid it all up.
And his old mother at home, with his wife, was about to die of hunger... Himself, also has not eaten for three days.
After hearing this answer, Baron Garvey only felt a chill down his back, did not dare to turn around, the atmosphere did not dare to breathe, only felt as if time had stood still.
Until he heard the lord beside his ears, a soft sigh of relief - the Lord of the Border River was once known for the wealth of the entire valley, although the land is mostly farms for raising livestock, rivers, salt land and uncultivable mountains and forests, but the annual harvest of grain fields, but also seventy to eighty thousand acres, under the rule of a hundred or so knights, than Johannes more than rich Ten times richer than Johannes. But now his people are reduced to this.
The bishop sighed, and this sigh, can not help but let the breath in Garvey's chest, also slightly relaxed.
"My Lord, I admit that the taxes in my territory are indeed very heavy, and I have indeed not taken care of my people..." Baron Garvey wiped the corners of his eyes, seemingly with tears in his eyes, he shook his head and said sadly: "Things like what happened today, although I have explicitly forbidden it, this situation does exist among the territories..."
But then, there was a hint of determination and determination in his words: "But I can't reduce the taxes! I can't give all the food I have stored to all the people - my lord! My soldiers need to be fed! And the people need the soldiers to support the safety of the territory!"
These words made the soldiers around them look up, even the ones who had been lectured today, looked at their lord and pursed their lips. Some soldiers also silently wiped up their tears when they thought of the hard times these years.
"This year's harvest is really too bad, my lord..." "Who would want to do such a thing in previous years..." "Yes, in previous years, although it was hard, but all could have a mouth to feed..." "There will be a war in a few days, so if there is no food to distribute, who will come..."
What the people of the lords think of the lord in their hearts, no one can know. But these soldiers were very much in love with this lord. They were all very afraid that the lord bishop would reduce the distribution of their territorial resources because of this matter. So they all said good words as well.
"It's almost time, Lord Garvey." The lord who had been silent suddenly opened his mouth, silencing all around. They watched as he withdrew his gaze from the sky and said, "It's almost dark, let's go back to the city."
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After returning to the castle, George and the others rested in a 'sitting room' arranged by the baron and waited for dinner to begin.
Compared to Johannes' castle, this castle did not suffer from the plunder, so that the luxurious decoration, as well as the dazzling collection, were well preserved. Including those carpets, also from time to time, someone will take care of.
It seems that the baron, who has been crying poverty, does not lack the servants' mouthful of food.
Like this kind of luxuriously decorated rooms, there are many more in the castle, and the things inside are all things that have been passed down from ancestors. While the knights took off their iron boots and unlocked their lockets for rest and gossip, George was staring at the silver decorations, transfixed.
"My lord, that guy named Garvey is obviously acting!" "Yes, I saw that there was a lot of food inside the castle, with wine and meat." "He also arranged a lot of beautiful maids to come and entertain us." "I heard that there are also some beautiful girls that were forcibly brought over in the past two days."
"Oh? Forced over?" George withdrew his gaze from a silver oil painting frame and felt some curiosity: "Don't they give food?"
"Seems like there's some food for everyone who comes over, but I heard some girls still don't want it." Martin said.
While George and the others went out with the baron, the guys, who couldn't be bothered, also wandered around outside. After someone provoked the conversation, they all couldn't help but chat.
"I heard that there are some girls, who are so famous inside the city, that the lord specially does not allow her to carry out marriages." "Being a lord is comfortable... Ahem." "There are still some people inside the city who are doing well, not bad." "But it is also strange that many girls do not want to go inside this castle." "Haven't you heard of a legend about a virgin..."
Listening to the gang's gossip, George slowly wandered off.
When he was chatting with Garvey earlier, Garvey mentioned something about those refugees who were sent to Johannes. George didn't say much about it, but just made up a sentence that was both true and false: "Naturally, they went to make wine."
This statement is very much in line with those in the midst of the doomsday, pampered words. And after hearing it, Garvey seemed to be convinced. And throw in the matter of beautiful women and wine.
The two men talked for a long time...
And George also specifically mentioned pregnant women, which made Baron Garvey's gaze become very strange.
After feeling his thoughtful gaze, George also hurriedly rounded up the words, saying that he still likes young and beautiful women.
But he did hope that in the future, this guy sent people to the shelter, send more pregnant women in labor, and the old man who is dying. If they can give birth and live in peace in the territory, is the solution to his most lack of resources.
Of course, he will control a good number, after all, the main labor force, or those men.
"I don't know what the lord is thinking, you didn't see that scene today, if I were, I would have been angry on the spot." "Ai, these people risked their lives to collect so much food, but they can't eat it themselves, it's really bad..." "For the first time, I hate these noble lords... Ahem..." "I was hungry when I heard there was meat and wine, and after hearing you guys, I don't even have an appetite anymore."
These knights were usually more deeply indoctrinated by George's neglect, so every one of them, with that mythical story, the most upright knight as their own example. So all like to 'mind their own business'.
But some things, George is not so think.
Hearing their words, he could not help but frown, opened his mouth and said: "the lords of the lords are killed, then the refugees how to do? Let those rogues and ruffians to manage? Or as in the case of Wingwind City, the land outside the city is not wanted, the border river fortress is not guarded, the fields are not planted, they are allowed to breed monsters, and everyone goes to live inside the city?"
"We can't do that now." George said.
After saying that, he looked at the Ajay who said he had no appetite, squeezed his arm, patted his head and said, "No matter what you see going on, there is meat to eat well. Only you raise yourself you strong, grow taller, so that you can have the strength to protect the people around you."
George mouth is so persuaded everyone, so persuaded himself - now we are still limited in our ability to manage so much.
But the scene this afternoon, is constantly back to his eyes. He could not help thinking about it again and again.
Want to solve these problems, the only way is to break all the rules and situations here, to re-establish a system. But the asylum now simply can not eat so many people, whether the liberation of the mind or the establishment of the system need a process. The difference between fooling 10,000 people and fooling 100 people is not a star and a half, if all at once into the shelter to come, it can be a big deal!
So it's still too early to think about this... And until then, someone has to stay in the mists and plant those fields.
There is only one thing to think about now, and that is the source of the calamity that caused all this. It's contaminating the land, making food grain unavailable, and threatening to destroy not only the southern valley, but also the sanctuary.
And as soon as it is solved, everything will be on the right track according to his plan.
For Garvey this person, to be honest, in George's heart face to face with him, or can be evaluated.
Although his territory has such and such things, Garvey also has a nobleman's natural greed. But in this environment of plague and corruption everywhere, can let two thousand people live until now, and there has not been any uprising and riots, enough to illustrate his ability and means, as well as the bottom line he grasped when doing things.
The seven lords of the people can not all be integrated into the shelter at once, and the vast expanse of the south, also need to cultivate and live. These lands, then, need someone to help him in the back to lead the management of farmers.
Managing so many people is bound to be complicated, let people work in the mist, but also have to use extraordinary means - this kind of thing he does not want to do again, then need to need dirty gloves, er when everyone is not satisfied with the status quo, there must also be someone to take the blame for him.
Garvey the man, very good ...
But first of all, everything has to be true before he, the fraud impersonating the archbishop, can become real...
At this time, there was a knock on the door, and Jack, who had been guarding the door, walked in. After gesturing to the lord, he returned to the corridor and waved his hand. It didn't take long for several knights on patrol to bring a manservant.
This chief manservant of the 'Lord of the Border River' respectfully, told George and the others that dinner was about to begin. He then indicated that he would wait in the corridor.