Reputation from Simon 1, Reputation from Zach 1...
After paying today's salary, Chris gained a total of 560 reputation points.
From this point of view, continuing to expand the number of citizens is the correct way to develop.
If you have 10,000 subjects, doesn't it mean that you can gain 10,000 reputation points in one day and be promoted to a third-level magic warrior?
The more Chris thought about it, the more excited he became.
"Sir, what you said before about recruiting relatives to get rewards..." At this time, a middle-aged man came over.
"Your name is Brown, right? Help me recruit seventy people. This is your reward of fourteen silver coins." Chris grabbed a handful of silver coins and handed them to him.
"Thank you, sir!"
Reputation from Brown 30
"And I."
"I recruited ten people."
Chris cashed in one by one and gained another 200 reputation points from them.
The reputation value is based on the gratitude of these people and has nothing to do with the amount of money. Therefore, there will be situations where you get more money but generate less reputation value than others.
But Chris doesn't care very much. Counting the reputation harvested in the shop, he can get about a thousand points today.
When the territory expands to 2,000 people, it is estimated that Chris can be promoted to the third level within half a month.
"Let's go back to the castle for dinner." Chris waved.
At night, the castle was brightly lit, and Mrs. Ellen had led the maids to prepare dinner.
More than five hundred free people sat together, eating delicious steamed buns, and felt very comfortable.
A bonfire was burning among the crowd, bringing the slightest warmth.
"Everyone!" Chris clapped his hands, attracting everyone's attention, "Everyone has seen Brown's harvest. I will give you another chance now. Each of you can recruit five relatives and friends, and you will be rewarded with one
A silver coin.”
Although the system's task requirement is to recruit an additional 2,000 citizens, Chris can definitely recruit more, so that he can gain more reputation.
Of course, there is no limit. It cannot exceed three thousand at most. No matter how much it is, we will not be able to support it.
"Okay."
"Praise sir!"
The freedmen burst into cheers. They were a little jealous after seeing Brown and others receiving a few or even a dozen silver coins at every turn. Now they also have this opportunity.
They cheered as if they had earned silver coins.
It was not until after nine o'clock in the evening that the free people gradually dispersed and returned to the cabins they had built today, and the area around the castle became quiet again.
Chris lay back on his little bed and fell into a deep sleep.
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The next morning, after Chris finished breakfast, he asked all the knights and servants in the castle to stay and prepare lunch, not even doing the sandwich bread business.
After all, the number of free people to be entertained today will exceed the two thousand mark, and Mrs. Ellen and the others alone may not be able to handle them.
Chris took Shiloh and the more than 500 people to Mote City.
I hit Howard so hard yesterday, I'm afraid he will come to take revenge.
This is related to the development of the territory, so Chris would always be a little worried if he didn't come over in person.
It took three hours to arrive at Mote City, and Chris went straight to the Freedmen's Square.
The more than 500 people were asked to disperse where they were and go look for people they knew.
Chris and Shiloh set up a table in the square to wait.
After a while, I saw scattered people being pulled over.
"Cousin, let me tell you, I found a good place, with more money and less work, good food, and not tired from the work. The daily salary is fifty copper coins."
"Third uncle, you are my biological uncle, so I am willing to tell you this good news. I would not tell anyone else."
Those people said all kinds of good things for twenty coppers, and dragged their relatives and friends to Chris and Shiloh.
Shiloh collects information for them, including name, age, skills mastered, etc.
Those who are qualified stay, those who are not qualified leave.
If there is any merit in a certain field, for example, if there is a freeman who has been working as a blacksmith all his life and has become proficient in his skills, Chris will make an exception and allow him to stay even if he is over his age.
The recruitment process was very fast. In just one hour, more than a thousand people came to sign up. After excluding the unqualified ones, there were still over 900 people.
Chris yawned and rested his chin on the table, so bored that he almost fell asleep.
At this moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked straight in a certain direction.
There, there was a lean middle-aged man.
Just standing there gives people a strong sense of oppression, like a mountain.
Chris' eyes froze, his body tensed, and the hairs all over his body stood up.
The man walked slowly, and every step seemed to step on Chris' heart, making his eyelids twitch wildly.
"Lord Viscount, why are you here?"
"Heh." Gandolf Hughes sneered, "You must know what I am doing here, right?"
He is the father of Howard and Anthony.
That shameless guy couldn't beat him and actually called his parents.
"You know, let's seek justice for Howard." Chris didn't care at all. "Everyone here can testify that it was that guy who took the initiative to beat my men and provoke my dignity as a noble."
Gandolf sneered and said: "So you let him make a fool of himself in public and lose all face?" 0
"Who would have thought that he would be so timid that he would pee his pants out of fear." Chris couldn't help laughing.
Gandolf's face turned livid and he said coldly: "Do you think our Hughes family can expose this matter so easily?"
"Then what do you want to do, compensation, how much?" Chris asked.
Gandolf shook his head and said: "I want you to kowtow to me three times in public, and I will forget about the past."
"Tch!" Chris curled his lips, "Dream!"
Gandolf's eyes widened, and the powerful aura of a fifth-level knight emitted, directly shaking the chair under Chris' butt.
Chris maintained his original sitting position, his body motionless, and he looked directly into the other person's eyes, feeling relaxed and unafraid.
His father, Yunado, is also a fifth-level knight. The power of the two viscount families is almost the same, so he has no need to be afraid.
"I will teach you a lesson for you today." Gandolf's palm reached out like an aquiline.
Facing an opponent of such a level, Chris used all his strength as soon as he came forward and released his dragon-like form.
With his wings flapping, he jumped ten meters away.
But Gandalf followed him like a shadow, grabbing Chris's shoulder.
Within a few breaths, the two of them arrived at a no-man's land in the square.
"Roar!" The dragon roared out of its sheath and stabbed Gandolf's palm.
Accompanied by the sound of metal colliding, the tip of the sword was pressed against the palm of the hand, unable to move forward even an inch.