Early in the morning.

The corpse demon ran in the shadow, and the Luan Gubiu stared at the green eyes and chewed mustard insects on the tree branches.

【You go back to the main road outside the cave, and the rider is waiting for you here.】

"This is the limit. There are too many things and it will take at least a week to emptie it."

"Well, the granary needs to be repaired as soon as possible."

The men next to the carriage were quick-witted, and the night covered their expressions, but they were very excited and could not hide their excitement.

Their memories of food are often accompanied by lord taxes and military procurement.

After just over half a month of escape, when I saw the whole wall of food, I cried like a child. Many people fell to the ground and shivered.

Adam was a little tragic, and the rider with a steel dagger whispered softly.

"Lord."

"Ha, I'm not used to this title yet."

He returned to his calmness and quickly scanned the scene.

He hid the cave exit again, cleared his footprints, and began to go back.

The horses were running on the mountain road with carts, and the others had already set out in advance, and must have been waiting in the stronghold now.

"Is there any trouble?"

The rider asked again.

This is Hangner District, on the edge of Arnold's sphere of influence.

If Adam rises, there will inevitably be conflicts of interest. Before the opportunity for recruitment and surrender comes, there will definitely be a considerable test waiting.

He rode his horse and returned, and remained silent all the time, which was inconsistent with his previous smart and wise image, so his subordinates asked this question.

Only then did Adam realize that the people around him had completely trusted him, so the simple dazedness made them think too much.

Then he smiled.

"No, I just went to see my girl."

The men around them all shut their mouths, but they didn't know what they were guessing in their hearts.

Adam's words were not rude.

In fact, girls who have good relationships or are truly caring for can be called their own girls. This term often has a protective meaning.

He glanced at the rider beside him.

"May I have your name?"

"Luka Monk, Lord Lord."

Adam still remembers that when they met, the other party burst into tears because of the mouse. The refugees who were once crushed by the downs have become decent men.

【Rider Luka Monk】

【Attitude: Loyalty and Reliable】

[Qualification: Body 1.4 Wisdom 1.2]

【Special skills: riding, inspiration】

【quality:-】

【Monologue: Follow you, my lord.】

"Luca, how many people do you think will choose to leave?"

However, the other party did not speak.

Adam was keen to think. He felt something strange in the air. Even the young man who was driving couldn't help but turn his head and glance here.

"Why don't you answer, is it bad for you to follow a poor lord like me?"

"Oh no, Lord Lord."

Luca replied in panic that the language was fast and clumsy countrymen did not know how to express themselves.

He stumbled for a while before he could walk away his tongue and spoke in a serious tone.

"Mr. Adam, oh no, my lord, you are an amazing adult!

People like you, who bring this batch of food and go to find a king, can enjoy the fiefdom just rightly.

We...we are stupid people, know nothing but strength, and grew up in the countryside and should have died in that forest.

Sir is a smart person. You must have discovered something so you asked me, but I think we gave you our lives a long time ago, so I don’t know how to answer.”

The militia raised their heads stubbornly, obviously agreeing with Luca's speech.

Adam's face was calm and he observed the people around him without a trace.

He will let others choose their own destiny, but there are actually not many people who regard refugees as humans on Kundia.

Adam's values ​​challenge the common sense of the world. Some rights and respects that he took for granted were actually too extravagant and overwhelming.

Without a response, a few people returned in such silence, with the horse's hooves being messy and the cargo pounding.

...

The grass tip is crystal clear, and the brewed morning light swept away the night.

The stones are clamped and the cart is paved with wood boards that are easy to pass on.

Although the wheat was neatly tidied, the meat was hung in two rows, and the oak barrels were stacked higher than others, the charcoal fire was sluggish, and the cold soup was boiled in the container.

No one stole even a bean, and the crowd who had not been sleeping all night was still waiting at the intersection.

"What's the meaning?"

Adam who turned over and dismounted, saw this scene.

The refugees did not explain, but they all gave way.

The passage made of crowds goes directly to the lower part of the high ground, and the slightly empty square in front of the house.

Although they were exhausted, they expressed joy, their hands folded on their hearts, and their heads were low.

Hangna was divided by the kingdom of Sokursch, and under the rule of the late tyrant, this kind of civilian ceremony was promoted to express respect for the ruler.

Cruel taxes and distinct classes are often filled with unreasonable tyranny.

Lords or warlords continued this tradition, riding horses past the crowd of salutes, swinging swords on their exposed necks, and their heads were piled with majesty.

Adam recalled the history of this position, sitting in that obviously vacant position—stone base, covered with bearskin, and wooden tables placed on both sides.

The crowd became chaotic, and the refugees were thriving in a group, with more or less signs of escape on their faces and bodies, but the atmosphere was very warm.

Adam sat up his legs, straightened his shoulder blades, folded his hands together to reveal the majesty that the lord should have.

[The shabby lord has gained enough prestige. The refugees are proud to be taken in by you and pay the tax spontaneously.]

"Mr. Adam."

When the militia met the lord, shy and excited, they put the fruit on the table and left quickly.

This was picked when he was migrating in the mountains. He had been treasured and could not bear to leave his mouth. The fruit had obviously washed, but the skin was loose after being placed for a long time.

"Sir, I offer it to you."

"My Lord, offer my loyalty."

...

Next was the refugee, the rider who rushed over, and the timid woman.

The taxes of each ruler are different, but they like to collect them in proportion. Almost all things are counted, so they are called "tax".

The surviving countrymen gave their best and placed them on the table.

【Cleaned wipes (78% damp)】

【Iron Rusty Dentures】

【hoe】

...

Adam sighed for a long time, closed his eyes, and his eyelids trembled. He was proud of his calmness, and his rationality and decisiveness were his usual image.

But at that moment, he couldn't bear to look at the notes on the items.

He stroked the [Lord Ring] on his hand throughout the whole process. For more than half a month, he had never felt its weight so truly.

That night, Lord Adam held his first banquet in the air-blocked stronghold.

Cinnamon beef with cloves, roasted castrated duck with clear onion, and pork chop marinated in juice...

Adam used a steel sword to smash the plug of the oak barrel, pulled away the iron buckle, scooped up the wine with a pottery, and stood on the steps and said.

"See, gentlemen.
Chapter completed!