Chapter 32: Private Battle of the Noble

Paper armor is a thing that repeatedly tans many layers of paper to make the paper flexible, and then soaks it with tung oil and other things, which can be waterproof and moisture-proof. Schwab asked craftsmen to study it the next day. Because Schwab did not find tung oil, it was replaced by other oils. However, unexpectedly, the price became higher. Schwab had to ask the craftsmen to make one first, and the craftsmen who accepted Schwab's orders began to tan the paper.

"Sir Schwab, what are you doing?" Sari, the daughter of King Ruvid, asked curiously when she saw the craftsmen who spread paper out on the open space of the castle and Schwab, who was supervising next to her.

"I'm experimenting with a kind of armor, but I regret it a little." Schwab thought of the tung oil not produced in this area, and used other oils to make the paper armor become a luxury armor. However, since Schwab decided to make it and see it, maybe it could be sold to the nobles as gorgeous armor.

"Armor? But I didn't see the blacksmith. Why did they fold the paper?" The princess Shari shook her head. As a nation that is good at blacksmithing, the Ruvids' attainments in the manufacturing of armor and weapons are also recognized on the mainland, but they rarely make it for foreigners.

"By the way, Your Highness, are you used to living in your room?" Schwab looked at Sari's face that looked very much like Marty and asked with concern.

"Very good, Count, I really don't know why you use mud as a bed, but the kind of bed that burns the fire below is really comfortable, but at the beginning, I was really worried that you would put me on it and roast it."

"Haha, Your Highness, I am not a man-eating devil." Schwab laughed. He pulled the white and black striped cloak behind him with his hands. Schwab, as the Earl, could already use this large cloak dragged on the ground at this time, which is a symbol of the privilege and identity of the high-ranking nobles.

"Okay, Lord Schwab, I'm going to hunt in the forest, do you agree?" As a heroic Ruvid, even a woman like Sari is a good hunter, but this is in Mark, where the land and forest belong to Schwab, so Sari needs to obtain Schwab's consent.

"Of course, good luck." Schwab agreed immediately. Whether from Sari's noble identity or his face that resembles Marty, Schwab had no reason to refuse, and even had a sense of indulgence and satisfaction of Sari.

"Winter is here, and the black bear will take this last chance to find food. Lord Earl, wait for me to catch a black bear." Sari Yingzi led her Ruvid guards and rode her horse out of the castle and ran towards the forest of Mark.

"Black bear, this is such an amazing woman." Schwab looked at Shari's back and shook his head helplessly, while mourning for her future husband. Who can tame such a wild horse?

"Sir Schwab, you have asked the selected children to wait outside the castle." At this time, the bald Otto walked to Schwab and said.

"Let them come in." Schwab raised his hand and asked the guards to let the guards go, and then said.

"This is the noble Count Stedetin, please salute quickly." When a group of children wearing thick linens shuddered with their noses, staring at the front with big curious eyes, wearing chain armor and luxuriously dressed Schwab, they hid behind the tall bald Otto.

"No need to salute, get some food," Schwab ordered, and then smiled at the children kindly. Maybe it was tempted by food, or maybe it was discovered that the nobleman in front of him was very kind, the children gradually relaxed their vigilance. The younger children had already started to fight with each other, while the older people looked at the stone buildings in the castle curiously.

"Sir, what are you going to do when you find these children?" Bald Otto asked in confusion.

"These children will live in the castle from now on. Let Lao Lauke teach them to read in the morning, and you teach them to practice martial arts in the afternoon, and let them eat with the guards." Schwab ordered.

"But the space in the castle will be very crowded." Bald Otto frowned. There were too many children, how could it be if they were all in the castle.

"I know, I have ordered people to build schools outside the castle, but we have too few people. The school building will take some time, so it is temporarily placed in the castle." Schwab is a reserve officer for his future Mark Legion. Although these children are still very young, these growing children will be supplemented in a few years to the grassroots of the Mark Legion, so they need to read and be familiar with the application of various weapons.

"I really don't know, why do you spend so much money?" Otto muttered in a low voice. In his opinion, Schwab was a total prodigal son. Although he did not spend money on eating and drinking like other nobles, the money spent was neither used to buy weapons nor livestock, but it was just used to build useless buildings and children who raised serfs. It was really hard to understand.

"Okay, stop muttering, is there any recent incident of robbery of merchants?" Schwab asked.

"Ah, this, since the Oveids sent out the noble robbers, they have restrained a lot, and the trade between the merchants has been much smoother. However, Lao Lauke told me not to underestimate the enemy, and the lords will not just forget it. The merchants also told me that some lords were gathering in our southwest barons, and it seemed that they were plotting something."

"Well, these guys seem to have any plans." Schwab became alert after hearing the bald Otto's report. Do these lords plan to fight with him? Nobles often engage in private wars because of interests or political opinions, or even dislike each other. Unless such private wars cause major casualties, the throne will generally ignore them. There is another saying that the throne will sometimes deliberately provoke private wars, allowing their vassals to fight each other when they are bored, so that they have no time to plot against themselves, and can also test the combat effectiveness of their vassals. It is really a killing of two birds with one stone.

"What are you going to do?" Bald Ottoon asked in a muffled voice.

"What should I do? The soldiers come to block the enemy, and the water comes to cover the earth." Schwab squinted his eyes and looked at the markets that were gradually thriving outside the castle. Looking at the happy people and the Mark Legion soldiers who were training in the castle clearings, Schwab held the hilt of his sword at his waist.
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