Quint rode a war horse and led the guards to White Salt Town.
Sure enough, I saw the unlucky storm collar guys who were dressed in dirty clothes and smelled bad, and all of them were holding fish and meat for sale.
The faces of the people in the Storm Territory who were selling whale meat also changed when they saw his arrival.
He was only in his early twenties, but his bulky body almost overwhelmed the war horse. Baron Quint was notoriously acrimonious.
"Where do you get these fish meat? Are there such big fish in the sea?" Quint enjoyed the way the serfs shivered in fear in front of him, and asked everyone condescendingly.
"Go back to Mr. Quint, our lord lent us this on credit!" The serfs naturally did not dare to neglect and answered respectfully quickly.
"Huh? Then how did your lords get so much fish and meat?"
"No... I don't know!" The person Baron Quint asked happened to be Kenby Cowdung, but although Kenby Cowdung looked frightened, he immediately shook his head and lied.
Snapped!
"Hurry up! How could you not know that we got so much fish and meat!" Upon hearing this, the guard on the side immediately whipped his whip in the air and threatened, regardless of whether it was true or false.
"Master Quint, I... I really don't know that the lord asked us to get it on credit! When we arrived, the fish and meat were piled on the roadside." Kenby Cowdung shrank in fear.
The guard heard this and was about to crack his whip again, but was stopped by Quint.
"Forget it if you don't know! Then you can just sell it! However, the production of white salt has been reduced recently, so I can't sell you Storm Collar white salt for the time being!" Quint said casually, holding his head high.
"Ah, you won't sell us white salt anymore?"
Kenbi Cowdung and other serfs all looked tense. If they wanted to store dried fish, they needed to use white salt. If there was no salt for curing, the fish could not be stored for a long time.
Quint didn't care what Kenby Cowdung and others said, and then added: "In addition, wheat and other food are also in short supply recently. If you buy it in the future, the tax will be doubled." After saying that, Quint rode on.
Some overwhelmed horses returned towards the castle.
The reason why Quint did this was simple: the serfs had to bring all their fish and meat to him to sell due to lack of white salt, and then he exploited the serfs of Stormland with high taxes.
In this way, even if he can't find a way to obtain fish and meat for the time being, he can still make a lot of money.
Barony of Gwent is the closest territory to the Storm Territory. If they don't sell it, the meat will only spoil in their hands, and Gwent will have nothing to fear.
"Johnny, tell me to go down. From now on, these unlucky ghosts come to sell fish meat. You can accept them all. I will make their fish meat into dried fish and transport it to other places in the earldom for sale!" On the way back to the castle, Quint gave a calm order.
One sentence.
"Yes, sir!" The guard captain named Johnny followed carefully, and then said: "Sir, do you want to send a few people to sneak into the Storm Territory...!"
He knew that with such a large amount of fish and meat, his master must want to know how to get it. Quint Territory also has a coast, which represents wealth.
"The things in the buffer zone are the most important now, so that the lord doesn't pay too much attention here! If there are more fish and meat after a while, we can go and inquire."
"Yes, sir!!" the guard responded, then surrounded Quint and returned to the castle.
"Village Chief! What should we do now?" After Quint left, several villagers from Doom Village approached Kenby Cowdung.
"Sell the fish and meat first and exchange for some food to go back to!" Kenbi Cow Dung looked worried, but he had no choice but to exchange the fish and meat he brought for food.
Although the tax has been doubled, these fish and meat have been brought here. It will be dark when we go back, and they will definitely spoil if they are exposed to the sun for a day.
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Time flies and another day passes.
In the study room of the Baron Castle in Stormland, Nalant was looking at the census that Vivian had worked tirelessly to complete.
This census was carried out strictly in accordance with Nalant's instructions, and the population information of the Storm Territory was completely recorded.
There are a total of 1,321 citizens in the Storm Territory, all of whom are serfs and not a single commoner.
However, what surprised Nalant was that there were many craftsmen among the serfs.
Among them there were eight hunters, five carpenters, three stonemasons, one blacksmith and one cook.
There are so many craftsmen out of more than a thousand people, no matter whether their skills are exquisite or not, this is happy news for Narant, especially since there are even cooks among them.
You must know that stonemasons and blacksmiths are popular professions in this world. Basically, they will not become serfs, let alone easily run into a land of misfortune.
Of course, Nalant also knew that all of them, without exception, were exiled to the Storm Territory along with their relatives because of the appearance of the Daughter of Doom in their families.
"The cook I've been longing for has already appeared! I just don't know when the second girl of misfortune will appear!"
Putting down the register in his hand, Nalant couldn't help but think of the reward for completing the side mission. Two days had passed, but there was still no news about the second Daughter of Doom.
"Ding! Although you have given the serfs enough food, they have a big problem on how to preserve fish without salt."
"System side mission: Help the serfs solve the salt problem!!"
"Mission reward: secret fighting skills!"
"Huh? Another mission?" Nalant was stunned by the voice of the system in his mind, "Solving the salt problem? Isn't the Storm Territory on the beach?"
Nalant was a little surprised. How could there be a shortage of salt at the seaside? Even if the Storm Territory was short of salt, he could still go to the Baron of Quinte to buy it. After all, with its geographical advantage, salt shouldn't be that expensive.
"However, the reward for this fighting spirit secret skill is too generous! This task must be completed quickly!" After thinking about it, Nalant felt that this task was very worthwhile, because the reward was so exciting.
The fighting spirit secret skill, as the name suggests, is the ultimate move exclusive to the title knight.
He can use the special energy circulation method to instantly output extremely lethal moves.
However, although this secret skill of fighting spirit is powerful, it is very difficult to obtain. It is the ultimate trick of every titled knight.
After all, in the era of cold weapons, men and women relied on swords to show off, and a big move represented the dawn of victory.
The Berwick family does not have any secret fighting skills, because their family is an emerging aristocracy and has only been a baron for a few decades.
Thinking of this, Nalant couldn't sit still and stood up directly and walked towards the door.
After leaving the study, Nalant came to the lobby on the first floor, and Thomas quickly ran in from outside the castle!
"Sir! Captain Quick reported that there are several serfs outside the castle and they want to ask to see you!"
"Well, I know!" Nalant was not surprised. This should be about asking for help for salt.
"I've seen the lord!" He came to the vestibule and asked the guards to let the serfs in. They were the two village chiefs, Kenby Cowdung and Pete Boots.
Since there was no civil affairs officer, Nalant had told them that they could report directly to the castle if they had anything to do.
"Get up! Why did you come to the castle to see me?" Nalant asked, sitting on the armchair brought by the servant.
"Lord, please forgive me for disturbing you, but we have no choice but to come to the castle!" Kenby Cowdung was the first to speak.
"Just tell me! What's going on!" Nalant waved his hand, not wanting to talk in circles with the two of them.
"Yes, Lord, sir, you generously gave each of us fifty kilograms of fish on credit, but we don't have enough salt to marinate the fish, so we ask if you can allow us to go to Black Rock Territory to buy salt!"
Serfs were the private property of the lord and could not leave the territory without orders.
It's only half a day's journey to the Baron of Quint, and they used to go there to do business like this. The people in the Baron of Quint would not do anything to them.
But if they go to the territory of other lords they don't know and are met by guards, they will be out of luck.
Either they will be driven away, or they will be captured and taken back to the Storm Territory, and then their lord will need to pay some compensation to the enthusiastic noble neighbors. Their fate at that time can be imagined.