Brian appeared on the streets of Mokou Town. The bustling and noisy people were now full of strange silence.

Only the town garrison established by the Dragon Skeleton Mercenary Group can be seen everywhere like ghosts.

They were fully armed and patrolled the streets and alleys, and never left their weapons.

"Sir, as you told me, I have placed all the liberated slaves and free people in the concentration camps west." Glaer glanced at the empty streets and reported to Bryan.

"How about food problems?" Bryan asked, noticing that five adventurers were dragging the body of a dead horse out of the alley.

He knew that Mokou Town looked very calm at this moment, but it was all illusion. The slave owners and merchants who failed to resist, and even the remnants of the Santalin Society, were still hidden in the dark corners of the town, waiting patiently for the opportunity to retaliate against him.

“No problem for the time being.”

Glar said, "As you told me, when we were about to capture Mokou Town, I had sent several caravans to buy food to Arabe city and Tivanton."

Brian nodded with satisfaction and asked as he walked, "I heard that there is a powerful caravan that neither joins us nor is he willing to return the occupied land and resources. Is that true?"

"Yes, this is a caravan from the Kingdom of Cormier."

Glar frowned and said to him, "The people of the Eagle Chamber of Commerce have always been very low-key. They occupy the largest gold, copper and iron ore around Mokou Town. I originally planned to report to you when the town resumes order."

"It turned out to be the Eagle Chamber of Commerce." Brian nodded thoughtfully and said curiously: "Is the owner behind this Chamber of Commerce Prince Serand?"

If he had expected it was not bad, the prince of the Kingdom of Cormier had already begun to secretly collude with the Bain Church while the king led his army to expedition the Dragon Coast.

"Do you know their details?" Glar looked at him in surprise and said truthfully:

"That's right, the owner behind the Eagle Chamber of Commerce is indeed Prince Selante of the Kingdom of Cormier. In fact, I have always been curious about what methods they used to occupy the richest resources in Mokou Town alone."

"No matter what means they use," Brian said with a slightly cold look. "As long as he is unwilling to return the occupied land and resources, they belong to our enemies."

As he spoke, he had quickly thought of a way to deal with this chamber of commerce.

No matter what, he is now the most orthodox legal lord in Mokou Town, the Kingdom of Cormier, and all the resources here naturally belong to him.

No matter who it is, it is impossible to force it from him.

"I understand." Feeling the determination in the lord's words, Glar nodded solemnly and remembered it in his heart.

After a while, they arrived at the destination of this trip.

The temporary camp in the west of the town is foul-stealing.

This place was originally a slum, with nearly two thousand slaves all being centrally isolated here - men, women, old men, children, little girls, newborn babies, and even a few evil races like ogres, goblins, and werewolves.

Due to the small number of houses, many camp tents were temporarily set up here. Surrounding drainage ditches were also dug around the camp and flowing river water was introduced to facilitate sewage discharge.

Nearly a hundred guards guarded in front of the temporary gate, and there were more than a dozen wooden frames with dead bodies hanging on them.

Obviously, these are slaves who try to escape with a lucky mentality.

In fact, Mokou Town is not small in area, and the first lord of Mokou Town was established according to the standards of a city.

However, the lord had only been in operation for less than two years, and many buildings were not yet completed, and was raging to the red dragon and ruled by a group of evil forces dominated by the Santalin Society. This led to the fact that in addition to the rock bunker where Brian lived, the commercial streets where merchants traded in concentrated areas and the areas where rich people lived were still visible, with messy stone walls and crumbling wooden houses everywhere.

In other words, in addition to its strong walls, this town is a mess inside.

If you look down at the entire town from a high place, the most eye-catching thing is the bowl-shaped bloody arenas that look like insect-eaten.

Even Brian frowned when he saw it, and even had obsessive-compulsive disorder, and he had the urge to fill all these deep pits.

"I heard that the Sunset Mountains live in a mountain dwarf of about 500."

After adapting to the stench around, Brian looked around, looked at the messy building complex, and said to Grale, "You arrange someone to send me a letter to this group of dwarves. If Mokou Town wants to re-plan, it is necessary to need some dwarves who are good at building craftsmanship."

"But..." Graal hesitated for a moment and couldn't help but say, "My lord is building so much that I worry that our money will not keep up with the consumption. After all, there are nearly two thousand slaves here. Even if they do nothing, the food consumed every day is a huge expense."

"There is never a free lunch in the world." Faced with Grale's concern, Brian smiled indifferently, "They can play their role immediately."

In his plan, in addition to reclaiming wasteland, these slaves also needed to act as laborers to contribute to the reconstruction of Mokou Town.

Originally, he could force them to do these things only in the name of the lord and threat from the whip.

But as a rebirth from the real world, Brian certainly knows the pros and cons of this system.

Although the broad ideas and rich knowledge from time travelers have given him many plans and plans, and ambition will inevitably arise in his heart, he is not the one who missed the net in nine years of compulsory education, and he is also very clear about the true meaning of the tall buildings rising from the ground.

Brian used the aerial technique to hang over the slave camp, looking at the numb and cringeful faces below who were subconsciously staring at him. He knew that at this time, he would never talk to them about lofty ideals and bright futures.

Therefore, the best way is to tell them something closely related to their lives, and ignite a fire of hope in their hearts that are numb and foolish and cannot see any hope.

"The people of Mokou Town!" Brian stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the town, and said loudly.

He specially blessed the amplification spell. When he blurted out, the entire town, whether it was the adventurer hiding in the tavern to avoid the limelight or the missed merchant living in the wealthy area, he could clearly hear his words.

At the same time, Tysonde, a derologist who was silently observing the situation of the town and had not yet left, quickly put down the books in his hand, opened the window and looked in the direction where the words were heard.

After lying in the camp, the priest Kalena used the healing magic to heal a wounded man, he also stood up and looked up at Brian floating in the air with interest.

"You should all know who I am, so you should also know that I am the person with the most say in this territory, so what I say can represent the law of Mokou Town."

"I know that the world most of you imagine is a world full of fear, where there are no legal books, legal instruments and fantasies of justice, only illegality, chaos, autocracy, selfishness of dictators, hot pillows of ambitious people, blindness of evil believers, cruelty of self-proclaimed justice, and whips and torture symbolizing death."

There was a commotion coming from the crowd below, especially the slaves with dull eyes.

Obviously, Brian's words that touched them deeply touched the most vulnerable point in their hearts.

"I will not ask wherever you come from or what you have done. I just need to know that from the moment you stand on my territory, I have the right and obligation to protect your safety."

"Now, I announce one thing to everyone in Mokou Town." The Brian Ordinance clearly said to everyone:

"From today, no matter who is anyone or any race, as long as I stand on the land of Mokou Town, I will unconditionally grant all slaves freedom, and you will have the right to freedom of life and the right to protect property."

"Because I am not an idealist or a guardian, as a lord standing under the banner of the Purple Dragon, I have the right and obligation to let the just law govern this land, at any cost and by any means, and to do my best."

"Because law is not a legal theory, not a large book full of philosophical papers, not a fantasy of justice, not a stale moral and ethical vocabulary, law is a safe way and path, even if it is dark, you can walk safely on the streets of the city, use the toilet in taverns and hotels with confidence, and leave your wallet and wife at the table. The law can make people sleep peacefully until the rooster dawns, and for those who violate the law, what awaits them will be ropes, axes, and red-burned soldering irons!"

"This is my words. If you are willing to follow the laws of Mokou Town, you will bravely walk out of the camp gate and register your household registration with relevant personnel. Only in this way can you become civilians of Mokou Town and enjoy your due rights and obligations.

As for whether you can become a formal citizen of Mokou Town in the future, it depends on your future efforts. However, at least for you, you have already had a very high starting point compared to the past."

"I promise you again that any hardworking and reliable civilian, as long as he works hard, can become a formal citizen of the territory, build his own land and home, and reproduce. Are you really willing to hand over your life to those who regard you as ants?"

Brian's powerful words echoed in everyone's ears, like a bombshell landing in Mokou Town, and exploded instantly.

In the camp, the slaves with dull and uneasy expressions became completely in chaos from the initial commotion.

Obviously, slaves became free people, in this society of this era, were a very challenging thing for routine and order.

Even though the Lord of Morning, the most famous camp of goodness, rejects slavery, the church has never proposed this idea.

After all, no noble would let his slaves be free at will.

To them, slaves mean cheapness, and they can easily squeeze the last drop of blood on their bodies without any burden.

Even Naserel, the arcane empire known as the greatest mankind, still practices slavery. The great arcane masters only know how to extract funds for their spells by constantly increasing taxes and labor.

The mechanical empire Imaska ​​even endlessly plundered slaves from the outer plane, causing the chariots of gods believed by the slaves to overturn.

Not only did Brian not exploit their use of suppression, he directly abolished their slave status, giving them hope to survive.

"Led...Lord...Lord...Lord..." In the chaotic camp, a dirty goblin with only a rag skirt climbed onto the stone and trembled.

When the local genie saw the lord floating in the air falling on him with kind eyes, he mustered up the courage to take over control of his words again and said to him, "I want to ask, can goblins become free people?"

Some ogres, trolls, zombies and other evil races standing around the goblins couldn't help but remain quiet, looking up at the high lord of Mokou Town.

"I said, anyone, any race, and of course you." Brian floated down from mid-air and landed in front of the trembling goblins. He recalled the goblins that he knew in the dark area. He said softly:

"I have seen the noblest goblins and the humblest humans. I hope you will not surrender because of the difference in bloodlines. If you want, the gates of Mokou Town will be open to you at any time."

"I'm willing, I'm willing, we're all willing!"

The goblin quickly knelt on the ground excitedly, then called his strange-shaped companions beside him, and ran to the registration staff at the gate of the camp.

The running of the goblins was like a sign of giving orders. Most people reacted and rushed towards the gate in a swarm.

Seeing this, Brian waved his hand and set up a barrier in front of the guards who were under pressure, and then left in the light of the magic circle.

In his plan, slavery was a serious obstacle to productivity.

Without freeing slaves, there is no way to liberate enough working people. To build a country based on the magic industry, what is needed is a large number of civilians and spellcasters who have mastered knowledge, rather than a worthless slave class who can only sell coolie.

The next thing is easier. At this time, as the lord, Brian naturally cannot explain the specific details personally, as well as how to become a free citizen or obtain land and houses.

These things can be carried out smoothly as long as Glar continues to follow the plan he wrote.

And he still has the most important thing to do now, that is, how to resist the counterattack of Yinhun City. If this leads to the fall of Mokou Town, then no matter how much he does, it will be useless.

Just as Brian left, the pastor Kalena, who was standing in the crowd, nodded thoughtfully and said to herself:

"It's a very interesting lord. So many slaves have restored their freedom. In the future, it will definitely usher in a craze for land cultivation for the territories around Mokou Town. Hope, growth, harvest, and reproduction are the eternal cycle. Such lords deserve the protection of Mother Earth."

After Kalena finished speaking, she looked up at the direction of the Enoak Desert, and then turned around and left silently.

She could have a premonition of the crisis that Mokou Town was about to face, and she had to go back to the temple to indicate what happened here to the high priest.

After all, the conditions offered by this lord can be said to be fully supporting the spread of faith in the church of Mother Earth.

In Kalena's impression, the golden pastoral land of Deep Water City is a huge monastery and farm courtyard with walls, and it is also the pride of Sontiya.

It is said that the goddess is delighted by the community of more than 5,000 believers, who cultivate more than 20 square kilometers of adjacent land and the outer land on the banks of the Desarin River.

This is the largest and most dynamic project that the believers of Mother Earth have carried out so far, and it has become the Northland granary.
To be continued...