Early the next morning, Grand Lord Chen Jian appeared in the castle hall with an iron face, and behind him, the old butler, who had not slept all night because he was taking care of the fainting lord lord, followed closely with a pair of panda eyes.

Sitting on the throne belonging to the lord, Jian Chen was a little sad to find that there were no other items in the castle hall except for this throne, and it seemed that if the old butler hadn't stopped it in time, it would still be a question whether this throne could be kept.

Damn the old Markham thief, he's been lying from start to finish! Chen Jian gritted his teeth angrily.

"What's worse, let's talk about it together!"

Hearing the lord's words squeezed out of his teeth, the old butler sighed a little, no wonder the lord was so angry, when the lord deserves this part, it can be regarded as the only one on the continent of Erathia.

Taking a step forward, the old housekeeper lowered his eyebrows and whispered: "Master, in fact, the situation is not so bad, don't be too angry, it's not good for your health." ”

Chen Jian waved his hand weakly and said, "It's okay, I can bear it, you can rest assured and say boldly, I won't blame you." ”

"Master, then I'll talk about it!"

"Say it, say it!"

Although he was already mentally prepared, Hammondal's situation was far worse than the lord imagined, and Chen Jian, who listened directly, was almost not so depressed that he vomited blood.

First, there is the issue of food. Since Markham didn't leave much food for the old butler, and took away all the soldiers of the lord's guard, in order to protect the safety of the territory, the old butler had to recruit fifty soldiers without authorization, plus the original dozen servants in the castle, the food will bottom out in a week at most, not only that, these grains are only coarse grains of quite poor quality, which is why the lord's chic dinner last night.

Secondly, the emotional turmoil of the people is unstable. Hammondale is located in a barren wilderness with poor soils that are not suitable for the growth of crops, so Hammondal's economy has always relied heavily on commerce rather than agriculture like other aristocratic domains. Since Hammondale itself stretches from Overer in the east, Tularion Forest and Dia in the north, Tytaria Marsh in the west, and the Human Empire of Erathia and the dwarven territory of Bairdes in the south, it is one of the most important transportation points on the continent, and the traveler caravans from the south to the north are endless, and the town of Hammondale as a transit point is prosperous, and most of the people have opened industries and rely on them for a living, such as the tavern of Old Kobe, the weapons shop of Saida, and the post station of Christie.

But since the big-eared bandits blocked the road, except for the occasional large caravan or adventurer group with strong strength visiting Hammondal, almost no one has been able to come to the town, and no one spends, which means that the lords have no income, and it is strange that everyone is not in a mood. What's worse is that due to the extreme dependence on external purchases of food, it will not be long before the lords will face the same problem as the lord - food shortages.

There is no income, there is no food, and it would be strange if the people did not riot. Thinking of this, Jian Chen felt that the lord's throne under his ass had turned into a volcanic crater that was about to move.

Originally, in such a situation, the lord should have sent troops to eliminate the robbers to protect the interests of the lords, but this led to the third problem: military strength is not good.

The only military force in Hammondale now is the old butler's newly built lord's guard, this private army belonging to Lord Chen Jian currently has fifty soldiers and one guard captain, a total of fifty-one people.

When Grand Lord Chen Jian summoned this military force for a review in the square at the gate of the town, his nose was crooked.

Yesterday I came in tired and hungry, dizzy, and my mood fluctuated, and I didn't look carefully, but when I looked at it today, the lord realized that this heroic army that saved his life was completely a rabble.

After hearing the order of the captain of the guard to assemble, it took the soldiers nearly half an hour to reluctantly stand up in the array, if that was also an array.

Because Markham didn't even leave a single horsehair for Jian Chen, all of these fifty-one people were super-restricted horseless infantry, and because of Markham, almost all the weapons in the hands of the soldiers were old and inferior products, and the only decent thing that could show their military identity was a uniform uniform, if the patch on it was not so conspicuous.

"These uniforms and weapons I found from the castle warehouse, old goods that had been replaced by former soldiers." The old butler was ashamed and explained in a low voice.

Jian Chen had been wandering around the mainland for three years before becoming a lord, as a qualified adventurer, his swordsmanship was passable, and his vision was not bad, he could see at a glance that these so-called lord's guard soldiers were simply a group of farmers who did not know martial arts, and they were useless except for being physically stronger.

Seeing them carrying short knives like kitchen knives, holding spears like hoes, and the dozen or so fools who always aimed light crossbows at their teammates and were not afraid of going off, Jian Chen was one of the first two big.

If he had led such a group of soldiers to clear out the big-eared bandits, the lord estimated that he might die from manslaughter from his men.

"I said, Lao Fu, can we make a case to the empire and let the higher authorities send troops to eliminate these bandits?" It seems that he has to find another way, Chen Jian's eyes rolled, and suddenly a flash of inspiration.

That's right, I'm just a lord, isn't there someone on top of it? Looks like Hammondale belongs to the Erathian Human Empire, right? As long as Her Majesty the Empress is willing to send troops, a few hundred big-eared monsters are a fart, and a hundred cavalry can easily crush these robbers to death like ants.

The old butler shook his head, sighed, and said, "Master, this is impossible. ”

Chen Jian Daqi: "Why is this? Could it be that the empire just watched its territory being taken over by bandits, and sat idly by while its people suffered? ”

"It's not, sir, you haven't heard of the Blackstone Treaty?"

The Treaty of Blackstone was an agreement between the Empire of Man and the Elven allies on the border between the Empire of Man and the Elven Realm after the end of the last Great War, which stipulated that due to the special geographical location of Hammondal, neither side would be allowed to station troops there, and for the sake of a lasting peace between the two countries, the two countries promised never to conduct any military operations there. In fact, to put it bluntly, both countries are afraid that the other side will gather troops here to attack themselves, and they cannot occupy such a strategic place, nor can they let others take advantage. Therefore, although it is nominally owned by Erathia, it is an enclave of three things.

If Her Majesty dared to send troops into Hammondal, even if it was only a small force, it would be seen by the elves of Turalone as a sign of the beginning of war.

Much of the current dispute between the two countries over the border issue is also due to the question of the ownership of Hammondal, and whoever gets the land and the right to station troops there will have the initiative in the war.

I didn't expect that my territory was still such a piece of fragrant buns, and the two hungry men who led it were almost fighting in a fight, and the face of the great lord of Chen Jian was blue and white for a while.

He scolded the one next door! I don't know when the empress's army or the elven army will hit the city, maybe the two armies will drive to the city together! It's no wonder that the old thief Markham will not do it with a good lord, he has been proud of being a lord for a long time for some reason, and now he understands that he has been someone else's substitute for the dead.

There is no such thing as a free lunch! Jian Chen regretted dying.

"It's not just the Empire and the Elves, but Negan and Deya are also playing Hammondale's idea." The old butler kindly reminded the lord.

Chen Jian stayed on the throne for a long time, then suddenly got up, ran back to his room quickly, and began to rummage around the closet.

The old butler panted and chased in, and asked in horror, "Master, what are you doing here?" ”

Chen Jian didn't reply, and said angrily: "What else can you do?" Of course, he ran away, is it possible that he is still waiting for death here? What about my original clothes? ”

"Runaway? What is Runaway? Don't...... Are you going to run away, sir? The old butler was shocked and cried out in a sad voice: "Master! Master Chen Jian! You can't just walk away like Master Markham! What will I do if you leave? What about the people in the castle? What about the people in the territory? As a nobleman, you can't be so irresponsible! ”

Saying that, the old housekeeper grabbed Jian Chen's clothes and cried.

Chen Jian was furious, shook off the old butler, and said, "Noble fart!" I'm not a nobleman at all, sir! I'm just a commoner, and if it weren't for that old thief at Markham to lie to me, I wouldn't be this bullshit lord! There are so many rules and regulations, and there is no benefit at all, whoever is this lord is stupid! My lord and I have a good life, and I haven't even married a wife yet, how can I wait to die in such a ghost place where a war is about to start! No, I need to go! ”

Saying that, Jian Chen hurriedly took out a bag, regardless of whether it was his own clothes or not, he was about to leave with a bag divided by two, but he didn't forget to pick clothes made of high-quality fabrics, so that he could change some travel expenses after going out.

"Your Excellency!" The old butler, who was unfortunately pushed by the lord, grabbed the hem of Jian Chen's robe again, "You can't be so irresponsible!" What should I do if you're gone, old man? ”

"Cold salad!"

In the astonished eyes of the people under the castle, the lord rushed out of the castle like a gust of wind. Then the lords were surprised to find that the new lord rushed towards the town gate as if his butt was on fire.

"What's going on again?"

"Could it be that the big-eared monsters are here again?"

"Lord, where are you going?"

"He's got a bag on his back!"

"I didn't see him holding a weapon!"

There was a lot of talk, and the gossip soul of the people of Hammondale burned again vigorously, and the crowd gathered more and more, and finally everyone followed the lord in a swarm.

At this time, Jian Chen had already come to the edge of the gate.

Just as he was about to order the soldiers to open the gate and let him out, he suddenly found that there was a huge obstacle to his escape—the roads outside the town were full of big-eared monster robbers, and they would not let him go without paying attention.

What can I do? Jian Chen was at a loss.

"Lord Lord, where are you going?" Captain Helbo noticed the lord standing inside the gate in a daze, thought something was wrong, and hurried over.

"It's okay! If you're too full, you have nothing to do, so come out and run to help digest! Chen Jian let out a long sigh and patted Helbo's shoulder weakly, "Helbo, this gate must be watched, don't be careless, the safety of the people depends on you!" ”

The safety of the Lord is now counting on you.

Helbo was a little puzzled, but he still answered, looking at the bag on the back of the lord's hand suspiciously. The soldiers were very moved, and the lord actually came to inspect the work in person after the review just now, and he really loved the soldiers like children.

"I'm going back!" Patting the captain of the guard on the shoulder again, Jian Chen turned around and prepared to go back to the castle, but he was startled as soon as he turned around.

Behind him, the people were surrounded as if they were yesterday, and their eyes were full of the peculiar light of the paparazzi.

Chen Jian was furious: "What do you see, haven't you seen anyone running?" What's there to see! It's all scattered! ”

Because of the failure of his escape plan, the lord is currently in an extremely bad mood, and he even defies the condemnation of the world and openly insults the people.

Chen Jian thought that he would definitely attract a burst of rotten eggs or something with such a roar, but he didn't expect that as soon as the lord made a threat, the leaders immediately dispersed.

Although this lord is a little out of tune, but the lord must be a lord after all, as the so-called people do not fight with the officials, this point of consciousness is still there for the lords, unless you really push them into a desperate situation.

Watching the crowd recede like a tide, the lord was dumbfounded. No matter how good his head is, he can't figure out why the people are so afraid of him.

In normal times, he would have laughed three times and be complacent about his majesty, but today he was not interested at all.

Sighing again, the lord walked to the castle dejectedly.

Back in the castle, Jian Chen was surprised to find that none of the servants were gone, and the old butler was muttering something in the castle hall with a short knife.

This old guy can't keep himself, and he wants to kill himself to vent his anger, right? Jian Chen was a little unsure.

Just as he was hesitating whether to step forward to say hello, the lord was horrified to find that Chief Fu suddenly screamed, and the short knife in his hand wiped off his neck.

This old guy can't even think of looking for a short view!

"Don't!"

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