Medieval Empire Soldier Chapter 215

  Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, the annual grand festival is coming.

  Winter Veil Festival, an important node for the people of the empire to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new, will be held on the fourth weekend of December, also known as the pre-witch month.

In order to welcome this festival, almost everything in Barony Draco stopped operating, and every household was preparing for the feast on the night of Winter Veil. Craftsmen and merchants with rich pockets would choose mid-to-high-end feasts. Beef, wheat bread, a small amount of sweets, as well as bottled dark beer and fruit wine, came to their tables, and the not-so-rich freemen and farmers in the barony lived a tight life, but when the year came On the last day, whatever you say, you have to eat heartily, so the chicken, duck, fish, beans, common vegetables, large bottles or barrels of low-quality wine, and barley beer in the market are all sold out in the last two weeks.

  Oak Town already has the size of a small city, with a resident population of more than 4,000. There are hundreds of horse-drawn carriages and caravans passing through the gates of the city every day. Among them, the Overland Chamber of Commerce has the most trade carriages.

This already obese empire merchant Yatru-Ofron, after his Chamber of Commerce was linked to the interests of Baron Draco, he completely hugged Laylen's thigh. Over the past year, he has gained a lot of weight , speaking is humorous and easy-going, with a big belly and a heavy walk, which is quite appreciated by some middle and small nobles.

  While obese, the shrewd businessman's methods are still superb. His chariot guild and every caravan are collecting information and business opportunities all the time.

On the first day after the end of the expedition, Yatru-Ofran learned of the wood elves' trade orders. After that, in less than a week, he rushed from the sub-chambers and warehouses scattered in the major cities of the empire. Sufficient ore and grain were brought out and sent to Oak Town.

When Baron Draco inquired about the amount of grain storage, the big businessman immediately gave a perfect and satisfactory document, which can be regarded as helping Laeren solve a small problem, and even got a letter from the Baron Castle. Invitation to the Winter Veil Feast Feast.

  Draco Barony, the second floor of the Baron's Castle, the living room.

   "Oh~ my baron, you are really too enthusiastic." In front of Lairen, the big businessman who received the bronzing invitation tried his best to restrain his smile, but he still couldn't suppress the joy on his face.

   "Mr. Overland, send the goods to the wood elf trading station as soon as possible. Our forest friends are still waiting." Layron said with a smile.

   "No problem, no problem, Lord Lailun, you will be satisfied with the results of my work!"

   After finishing speaking, Baron Draco signaled to the big businessman that he could leave, Yatru-Ofran bowed again and again, and left the living room.

As the door of the living room was closed from the outside, the Sigma battle priest Luther Huss, who had been standing beside Laeren, was wearing a dark black battle priest winter coat. He frowned and stared at the back of the big businessman, and exhaled sullenly. .

   "Mr. Layron..." The young battle priest paused, "I really don't understand why you want to invite a businessman whose soul is full of money and copper."

   "What, Huss, you seem to have some opinions on Yatru-Ofron?" Lellen noticed the dissatisfaction of the battle priest. He got two cups of warm butterbeer and motioned for Luther-Huss to sit down.

   "Honestly speaking, yes." Hus sat on the chair, nodded and continued: "Mr. Lehren, don't you think this imperial businessman is not so... pious?"

   "Oh?" Laeren drank half of the beer in the glass in one gulp, smiled lightly and shook his head: "Huss, what aspects of him are you specifically referring to?"

"About faith, deeds, life, and... treating ordinary people, especially those peasants who are struggling in poverty." The young combat priest said slowly, with a tone of condemnation: "Mr. Those who went to the Overland Chamber of Commerce, they treated the farmers selling grain as if they were their enemies standing in front of them, with a bad attitude and harsh conditions, and they tried their best to extract wealth from the hard work of the farmers."

Lairen nodded silently. The fireplace in the living room was burning vigorously, and the sound of firewood burning gave people a sense of comfort in the silence. Baron Draco, dressed in standard aristocratic attire, looked at Luthor Huss: "Huss , Do you think the cold and barren village has developed into a city gathering place today, besides those in power, which profession is the most indispensable?"

   "Is it the overworked artisans and farmers? They forge utensils, produce various tools for daily life, and build houses for people to live in."

   "Are they brave soldiers? They trained hard, tempered their will, protected the gathering place, resisted the claws eroded by the dark force, and eliminated all kinds of terrible monsters."

   "Or a pious priest? Purify corruption and defend purity."

"From the perspective of a fighting priest who is loyal to our Lord, there is no doubt that the priest of the church is the most important." Luther-Huss answered this question seriously: "In this dark age, people need faith, otherwise only Chaos and profanity."

"Well, people need faith." Laeren nodded: "The great chanter of the Sigma Church, His Majesty Volkma once said: A shepherd must always guard his flock to prevent the flock from being destroyed by greedy wolves." The pastor is the shepherd, the people of the empire are the sheep, and the minions of chaos are the wolves. Facing the wolves, faith is the real sword of the shepherd.”

   "Hus, the paladins under your command are working hard to clean up corruption and spread justice. You also know the role of faith best, but in the process of urban development, the most indispensable profession is not a priest."

   "Then, is the most indispensable profession a soldier or a craftsman?" The young combat priest frowned and asked subconsciously.

   "Artisans, farmers, and soldiers all play a very important role, and the development of a city is inseparable from their hard work." Laeren smiled lightly and shook his head: "Only businessmen, businessmen are the key to the development of a city."

   "Why?" Luther Huss was very puzzled.

"A gathering place needs to be prosperous and rich, so that it can attract people of the above-mentioned occupations, and merchants can just bring the prosperity and vitality I need." Lailon answered seriously: "From Oak Village to Oak Town , the population has changed from the early two hundred to the ten thousand people in the baronie, the gap is not a little bit."

"Observe carefully, and you will find that merchants affect almost every aspect of life, from small bazaar sales to large-scale trade. For the sake of profit, they see every stitch. Through each trade, merchants can bring me wealth. Make the territory rich and accumulate strength."

"About their beliefs, I can only say that a businessman who shows contempt for interests and wealth is often a disguised appearance. The pursuit of maximizing benefits is the motivation of businessmen. They will take risks and use whatever means, but all of this will be taken Bound within a bound."

After saying this, Lailon raised his mug and drank the butter beer in one gulp: "And this scope is composed of human nature, law, morality, belief and other aspects. A businessman seeks profit, even if I, as the person in power, , will not narrow the scope, but control."

   "So, Huss, you can't ask merchants to act like fanatics."

   "I understand." Luther Huss realized something, and then said: "I am a priest, and I will not directly interfere or influence them. What I can do is to bring them faith."

"Correct answer." Lailon nodded with some relief: "Actually, the Overland Chamber of Commerce is already very good. It does not deduct or default, and the price they buy grain from farmers is often one or two higher than the standards of other chambers of commerce. Even if the attitude is a bit harsh, the reputation of the Overland Chamber of Commerce in the territory is still good."

Baron Draco set his sights on the mountains and the distance. In a trance, he thought of the actions of the emperor Karl Franz. The emperor who was thousands of miles away and ambitious seemed to be there In the same way, the entire empire is continuously condensed.

"Speaking of which, Huss, this is the first Winter Veil Festival we are about to spend." Laeren raised his glass to the young pastor with a regretful tone: "When you officially embark on the road of faith and travel the empire In various provinces, the chances for us to meet and reunite may become less and less."

Laeren cherishes this pious battle priest very much. He is firm, brave, and righteous. The people began to believe in Sigmar, and the corruption bred in the shadows was terminated from the source.

  A believer can drive the beliefs of many believers, so that loyalty first leads to loyalty, which has played a very positive role in the security of the territory.

"Mr. Lailon, the glory of our Lord has been sprinkled on this land, so I must go to those places that need to be redeemed more to spread the gospel." Luthor Huss also raised his glass and said with a smile: " You are my role model, you regained Duncan Castle and achieved an unprecedented feat, so I can't lag behind."

"Very good, very good." Laylen nodded repeatedly, the mugs collided, and he drank all the beer, and then the young combat priest said goodbye to Laylen. He would lead a baptism in Sigma Church every night, and there were quite a few The congregation will be waiting outside the church door early.

  Snowflakes drifted outside the window. Laeren stood in front of the window sill, white ice crystals and snowflakes blowing past his ears and hair, and sighed softly as he watched the black figure leaving along the castle road.

Turning around and leaving the living room, Lerlen returned to the room on the third floor of the castle. As soon as he opened the door of the main living room, he heard a burst of laughter. In the warm living room, Eureka and the dragon princess Shenzhu were sitting On the sofa, the two held hands and seemed to be talking about something interesting,

  Eureka, who was dressed in a winter outfit of a professional witch hunter, looked dashing and glamorous. This female witch hunter, who usually treats people coldly, was amused at this moment.

  The pretty and lovely Shen Zhu was wearing a brand new long dress. When she saw Lailun coming in, she immediately stopped chatting, stood up, and greeted politely: "Mr. Lailan."

  Lairon had a smile on his face, and he walked straight through the living room, only to find that there was another **** the sofa.

   "Uh...uh... the baron first!" It was Benic Sutsen's apprentice, trainee engineer Anna Froshilova, who stood up in panic, and the little apprentice lowered her head.

"Since it's a normal meeting, just call me Lailun." Lailan waved her hand with a warm smile, and she couldn't justify squeezing the sofa by herself, so she leaned halfway on the edge of the sofa: "How about it, Miss Anna, in the Barony Are you used to living there? After all, the climate gap between the north and the south of the empire is still very obvious, if you need any help from me, feel free to ask.”

   "Very good, Baron... Your Excellency Lailan, thank you." In front of Baron Draco, the little apprentice was always a little nervous, and Shen Zhu, who was sitting next to her, held her hand with a smile, as if to encourage her.

   "I'm very curious, what kind of topic can make our witch hunter mentor so happy." Laeren turned to look at Eureka, her beautiful crimson eyes were captivatingly attractive.

Eureka gave him a blank look, and leaned on the sofa pillow to find a comfortable position: "Look at what you said, it seems that I can't laugh, our baron is still leisurely, isn't he going to work, your office The table is almost piled up into a hill."

   "That's true."

   After saying goodbye with a smile, Lailun didn't stay any longer, and left the huge main living room to the three beautiful ladies.

Passing through the corridor, as soon as the door of the office was pushed open, Adrian, the flag bearer, Pittman, the affairs officer, and a warrior with a strong physique and an always serious expression who were sitting inside stood up and saw the dazzling star With his bald head, Lailon felt that he looked very familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was for a while.

   "Please forgive our abruptness, my baron, this lord has brought a letter from the emperor of the empire, and he ordered us to keep quiet." The officer immediately said apologetically.

"Hero of the Empire, I, Ludwig Schwarzheim, come here following the emperor's secret order!" The tall and mighty old man with a white beard stood there, as if speaking with his eyes, expressing his firm determination. will.

  Everyone knows that Ludwig is a symbol of the emperor's authority.

No wonder others say that at the negotiating table, Emperor Karl Franz had a warm smile and an uplifting speech, with the sword of justice and imperial champion Ludwig standing behind him, his fierce eyes seemed to indicate "How dare you oppose Give it a try." No one dared to refute.

  Lyron thought in his heart, and at the same time he nodded, motioning for a few people in the room to sit down.

   "You don't need to sit down, Your Excellency Lailon, the matter is very important, so be strict and strict." The white-bearded grandfather stood up straight and said in a calm manner.

   "Huh?" Layron was a little surprised: "Okay, Mr. Ludwig, please tell me."

   "His Majesty invites you to the palace." Ludwig said in an unquestionable tone.

  I've been on a business trip for the past two days, and the update period is unstable. Yesterday's update was released in the early hours of the morning.

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