After saying this, Joshua did not wait for the crowd to calm down, but continued to speak to himself: "Some of you should already know me, but this is not the topic for today—perhaps you don't know that my father, the old lord, died in an accident, and my uncle invaded the main city while I was away, expelled my knights, and intended to take my title. ”

"You must remember it well, because not long ago their patrols were still showing off their might in my streets, but don't worry, they're completely gone, and they won't be coming back."

At this point, he paused, waiting for the surging crowd to digest the news, and then exclaimed, "Because I have killed all those who are in charge." ”

The originally chaotic crowd was silent for a moment, and then there was a burst of cheers - everyone present had been threatened and blackmailed by the foreign patrol, otherwise, no matter how cold it was in winter, there would not be many people going out, the people of the Northland were simple, if that kind of day was a few days later, they would definitely have a black hand behind their backs, but since their own lord did it for him, it was natural to celebrate first.

As for the naked, naked, naked, and nakedness of murder...... Only the truly powerful can lead the knights and soldiers to expand their territory, resist the Kuroshio, and protect their territory, and the people, since the new lord has shown his strength, then cheer for him.

Amid the cheers, Joshua summed up succinctly: "My people, you can live as you have ever lived, walk freely in your land, and all those who have been extorted and hurt can come to St. Lauren's Cathedral to receive compensation - do not try to lie, the priest of the God of Punishment is watching you." Well, that's pretty much it, this year families with newborns are tax-free for a year, and it's over. ”

There was a louder cheer, and Joshua waved his hand casually downward, then turned and walked off the high platform.

"Hotaru, let's go, the rest is up to Atanis."

"Yes, master."

Time flies, November 15, the month of frostfall, six days after the proclamation.

The frost spreads with the wind, everything freezes, the white completely covers the fields and pastures, the farmers have harvested the last wave of hardy plants, and the herders have driven their cattle and sheep back to their huts, and everyone is starting to prepare for this winter.

The continent of conflict, Microf, from the far north to the far south of the Cape Cliff, every inch of its land is incredibly fertile, and the growth of plants is also unusually fast due to the influence of magic, the product of which is the source of calamity that troubles all human forces, the Black Forest.

Outside the center of human power, in the various fortresses of the frontier of civilization, the rapidly spreading black jungle is constantly growing, expanding like a plague, wantonly encroaching on the space of human existence, among which the countless demonic beasts that grow as the vanguard, turning into the Black Tide, destroying towns and villages, and the blood of the bones is used as fertilizer to nourish a black forest, these cursed trees only need three years to grow to a height of tens of meters, the canopy is overwhelming, and all kinds of plants in the forest are everywhere, and the miasma is pervasive, like another world.

The frontier fortresses that are relatively close to the Black Forest must be surrounded by dense forests or huge grasslands, and countless demonic beasts lurk in them, eyeing the tiger, and there is only a path paved with blood and bones to connect the rear, as the only passage.

Because of the severe cold, the Northland was relatively stable in this regard, and the cold inhibited the activity of plants, and the rate of felling could easily outpace the growth rate of these plants, so the pressure on the Black Forest fortresses in Moldavia was not as great as that of their counterparts in the southern frontier of the Empire.

This situation has disadvantages and advantages, it is precisely because of the characteristics of plants and land that the lives of the civilians in this world are not difficult, at least much happier than the civilians of the Middle Ages in Joshua's previous life, due to the peculiarity of the earth, no one has ever worried about food, the vitality of the food in this world is comparable to weeds, an acre of land can harvest at least three seasons of wheat a year, even in a place like the Northland, two seasons are very simple, sometimes the wheat mutates, and even needs mages and druids to come to control, and they can't be allowed to grow out of boundaries.

Although cattle and sheep and other herding beasts are also easy to return to the wild because of magic, but they also grow very quickly, as long as the feed tube is enough, they can quickly get out of the juvenile period in about two weeks, and they can be officially harvested in about three quarters, the speed is so fast, it can be called incredible, after all, it is a fantasy world with magical power, no matter how strange it is, it is normal.

In the courtyard west of the city, Joshua sat in the study, frowning and looking at the letters in his hand.

After becoming a lord, it has to be said that he is very busy, and he doesn't need to do all kinds of chores to maintain order in the city and the territory under his name on weekdays, and the only thing that the warrior needs to pay attention to is actually the people who manage the people under him.

What really troubled him was all kinds of letters.

As the successor of the Earl of Northland, the new lord of Moldavia, since the day before yesterday, there has been an almost endless stream of courtesy letters from other nobles in the empire, not to mention the allegiance documents of the knights in Joshua's own domain - for each letter he must prepare a ceremonial reply, giving different replies according to the history and status of the other party, which is the minimum etiquette of the nobles.

Where had Joshua done this before? Every time he wrote about this thing, it was a painful torture for him, and several times the warrior wanted to smash the desk in front of him with a punch, but he held back with great willpower.

"Tsk, damn, the lord's mansion is completely destroyed, and several of the clerical staff who used to help my dead ghost father draft documents were driven away by the dead ghost uncle, and now that group of people is probably spending the winter in their hometown in the countryside, and it is estimated that they will not be able to call back in a short time."

Finally signed the reply to a letter to a certain frontier marquis with a beautiful flower-style hand, and Joshua temporarily put down the halfling pen in his hand and drank a cup of tea to soothe his spirits.

The old servants and government affairs teams around the old earl have all been scattered because of Danlia's actions, and most of them have gone back to their respective homes to retire for the winter, and now Joshua is almost the commander of the light pole, and he can only do everything himself, this situation will probably continue until the beginning of the spring of the next year, fortunately, the reply only needs to be done once, and it will not be repeated after it is done.

"Master, I have another letter for you."

There was a silver-haired voice in the hall, and the **** hadn't done anything recently, just kept delivering letters for Joshua, and occasionally helped deliver meals.

"This is the first ...... of the day"

Joshua couldn't help but sigh, but after covering his forehead for a few seconds, he seemed to have figured something out, and then said in the direction of the hall with a serious face: "Hotaru, if there is a letter next time, you can open it yourself and read it, if it's not very important, you don't have to give it to me, you just reply casually." ”

"Eh, can I? But the letter looks expensive. ”

Hotaru ran to the door of the study with a very luxurious-looking envelope that was even gilded on the edges, and asked with green eyes, "I'll fill it in?" Isn't that right? ”

“…… This letter to me, the rest is fine. ”

Joshua stood up and picked up the gilt envelope, "I think you might write better than mine." ”

He didn't say nonsense, although Hotaru looked relatively young, in fact, the database in his brain was all except for the old ones, and the first-hand Imperial Capital Fenghua script was much better than that written by Joshua, a professional soldier, and the format of the reply letter was mostly the same, so it was not a problem.

Unwrapping the envelope in his hand, Joshua pulled out a white-gold invitation from it.

“…… Banquet? ”