Early in the morning, Roland woke up by the cold, crawled out of the cold bed, put on a wool coat, and immersed his feet in a warm bucket.

This is a corruption privilege that he can only enjoy as His Royal Highness, every morning, the maid will place the burned hot water beside his bed. In addition, there is a clean towel and hot milk, which can instantly restore his body to warm.

Of course, compared to the common practice of the great nobles asking people to warm up the bed, he felt that he was already restrained enough. The fourth prince brought the maid leader Tyre over here to make this idea, but unfortunately he died without enjoying it. Roland did not like this, so he handed over the vacant position to the elderly and experienced old maid. In fact, this choice is very correct. At present, many witches are living in the castle, but she still manages the inside and outside the castle in an orderly manner.

The flames in the fireplace had already been extinguished, leaving only white ashes. A gust of cold wind blew from the cracks in the window behind it, and the coolness was so harsh that it was still mid-autumn. Roland wiped his feet dry, washed with another basin of hot water, and walked to the window to close the window that had been opened overnight.

Although open fire fireplaces are very common in this era, he is still worried about carbon monoxide poisoning and leaves a gap every night when he goes to bed. The indoor temperature can remain warm in the first half of the night. As the firewood burns out, it is no different from outdoors in the early morning.

I have to find a way to solve this problem. Roland thought, otherwise he would not be able to sleep in the future.

After breakfast, he took the Nightingale, the Chief Knight and a group of personal guards to the city wall for a routine inspection.

There is a large piece of grass between the new city wall and the old city wall, and now it has become a vast white area. Walking on the thick snow, the soles of the shoes will creak.

He raised his head and the sky was light gray, and occasionally a ball of snow would float into his neck, bringing a hint of coldness. He knew that such weather would probably last until the spring of the next year... or even longer.

“How is the defense line?”

"It's much better than last time," Carter Lannis looked relaxed. "Most of the soldiers of the First Army have been on the battlefield and have revolver rifles. A city wall of about 100 meters only requires ten people to guard it, so they can suppress the evil beasts that are spinning below. Moreover, the new city wall is half a meter taller than the previous stone wall, and it is difficult for the wolf species to jump directly to the top of the city. It is completely for soldiers to practice target shooting. As long as there is no mixed evil beasts, these monsters will not cross the line of defense."

“That’s good.”

Roland climbed the city wall, and the soldiers raised their heads and raised their chests along the way, saluting him one after another. Judging from this spirit alone, they were completely different from the initial militia soldiers. Although everyone stood on the wall at that time, they seemed to stab the wooden guns in an orderly manner, it was just a conditioned reflex formed by repeated training of one action. Their eyes were full of numbness and stiffness. If you look closely, you can find that most people's legs were shaking slightly.

Now the soldiers' eyes showed a confident look. After performing their salute, they turned their sights to the front and continued to monitor the battlefield.

Walking along the city wall to the side of the hidden forest, it seems much more lively.

Temporary residences built for serfs and escaped people are arranged in this area. Looking down from the wall, you can see long earth slopes arranged in parallel one after another, like uneven wavy lines. There are more than ten houses inside each raised earth slope, and the structure is exactly the same as the cave. The thick earth wall can maintain the indoor temperature, and with the heating artifact, the kang, the linen can be covered with the cold.

The entire residential area is divided into two large pieces. The area close to the city wall is called the West District, which is used to resettle the escaped people; the eastern district far from the city wall is divided into serfs.

Every day, the city hall will send people here to distribute food and charcoal, and the fugitives also need to provide logistics transportation for the First Army guarding the city walls. As for the serfs, most of them have saved enough of the wheat they need. Except for some active-minded people who go out to find jobs for sex and earn extra money for themselves, others rarely leave warm houses.

At this moment, a fierce dispute suddenly came from the junction of the east and west areas. Roland looked in the sound and saw a group of people surrounding the avenue in the center of the residential area, quarreling loudly. One of them was wearing a blue and white uniform, as if they were clerks in the city hall. Soon the quarrel escalated into a fight, and the two groups of people formed a group of people, and the scene was in chaos.

"Your Highness?" Carter asked.

"Let's go and have a look," Roland nodded.

The group came to the troubled place. The chief knight took the lead and rushed straight into the fighters. He knocked several of the most terrifying people to the ground in two or three strokes. Roland's personal guards also drew out their swords and shouted that everyone would stop. The scene was quickly controlled.

After discovering that the person coming was the Lord, two waves of people fell to the ground together.

"What's your name?" Roland looked at the clerk who was punched twice in the face and frowned, "What happened here? Who attacked you first?"

"Your Highness, I am Koya Harves," he shouted, covering his face, "it was the damn escapee who had taken the first step, dressed in brown linen! I was still distributing food, and he pounced on it like a vicious dog."

The escaped man pointed at by Koya looked up and said, "Your Highness, things are not what he said. These people colluded with the serfs to blackmail us, and every porridge is charged for money. When you took us in, you clearly said that these were distributed for free!"

Roland was a little surprised that the fugitives from the east had been sorted out by the city hall. All craftsmen, those with specialties or literacy were moved into the link. The rest were ordinary civilians. However, in terms of his tone and words, it was not much like a civilian could say it.

In comparison, the city hall member who spoke insulting words such as damn evil dogs was really disappointing. Since he had a name and a surname... he was probably the knight who surrendered under Duke Ryan.

"I did say such words before you were officially included in the border town, the porridge and residence were free," Roland repeated in front of all the escaped people. "Now, this statement is still valid!"

"Your Highness merciful!"

"Long live Lord!"

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

The escaped man kowtowed and shouted.

And Koya Harves's face suddenly turned ashen.

"However, fighting and injuring people in the territory also violates the law, especially attacking a member of the city hall," Roland signaled to the guards, "to capture all the fugitives and serfs who attacked people and brought them to the castle, and I will personally judge the fight."

He paused, then looked at Koya with great interest, "I also want to ask you what the hell is going on with the paid porridge."

(To be continued., Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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