The Earl of Hay Hall, Sebastian Erroll, trembled and knelt on the ground, his head was pressed tightly into the dirt by the Unsullied, and he opened his mouth to breathe, not caring about the dirt in his mouth.
"Da da da da..."
A crisp sound of horse hooves came and slowly stopped in front of him,
"Earl Errol?"
The pressure on Earl Errol's head suddenly relaxed, and he looked up with difficulty.
A white horse, standing among the black Unsullied Ones, sat immediately with a young face in black armor and red cloak.
"I am a count! You can't do this to me! Who are you?"
"The Duke of Storm's End, Lyn Baratheon!" Lyn's voice came,
Errol shuddered when he heard Lynn's name.
Knowing that life and death were at hand, he hurriedly shouted,
"Your Majesty Duke, please forgive me, I can swear allegiance to you! Never betray!"
"I do not accept!"
"Uh..." Errol's words were stuck in his throat, his face turned from white to red, his whole body was shaking, and he was shouting hysterically like a gambler who lost his cards,
"Why? Why don't you accept it? Hay Hall can provide you with food and population, and Storm's End will soon become prosperous again! Why don't you accept it!"
Lin En looked at him quietly and said,
"You seem to have made a mistake. These things you mentioned should belong to me. If you are executed, I will still get them!"
Errol's face was so pale that there was no trace of blood. Linn stopped talking nonsense to him and jumped off the horse, drew out his sword and said in a deep voice:
"I, Lyn Baratheon, as the Duke of Storm's End, deprive you of the title of Earl of Hayhall, take back the fiefdom of Hayhall, and sentence you to death!"
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The gate of Storm's End was opened, and Linn slowly entered the city with the orderly Unsullied Legion.
The residents of the city crowded on the roadside to warmly welcome their lord back, and they brought such a powerful army. The battle outside the city just now, and the neat formations they had never seen before, all showed that this was an army with strict military discipline.
A strong army gives them a great sense of security!
Compared to the excitement of the residents, the faces of the mercenaries were much uglier. Compared with the poor performance of the defense of the city, compared with the army that had just wiped out the enemy outside the city, those who wanted a little more dignity were quietly silent at this time.
They retreated, knowing in their hearts that now that the Duke has such an army, what role do they have?
"Hey! The good days of just eating and not working are over!"
in the hall,
The flames in the castle fireplace burned extremely brightly, and the originally dark interior became warm and bright.
It's not cold in this season, so it's just a matter of lighting a fire. Linn felt that the house was a little damp. He had been at sea for two months and was a little tired of the humid environment. As soon as he returned to his room, he immediately had the fire lit.
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Paisi and Barry stood in front of Linn and kept talking about what happened in the past two months.
After Linn left, everything was as usual. There was plenty of food in the castle. The residents had almost nothing to do after repairing and cleaning the castle. Paiswin selected a dozen smart children to teach them how to read and write.
The mercenaries are even more fine. They don't have to do anything and still receive commissions. They eat, drink, gamble and gain a few pounds in the past two months.
Until Earl Errol's attack, the performance of the mercenaries can be described as a disaster. In addition to barely holding on on the first day due to the enemy's probing factors, today's performance was even worse. They appeared almost not long after the enemy attacked the city wall.
Fleeed.
Barry was ashamed and said in front of Linn: "Sir, it's my incompetence that failed to control those mercenaries."
Linn waved his hand and said: "You can't say that. At least you completed your instructions before I came back, and Storm's End Castle was not captured!"
This is understandable, mercenaries. Telling them about loyalty will make people laugh. They only care about the gold coins they get. Even if Fang Zheng successfully defends the victory, the credit is not theirs. Why bother to fight for it? The employer is not around yet.
Listening to what Lynn meant, do you not intend to pursue the case? Barry was about to speak happily, but Lynn interrupted him.
"Tell them that the employment is over, let them collect the money, and leave Storm's End before dark!"
Barry looked sad and was about to leave after saluting.
"Wait a minute!" Linn called him,
"You can stay if you want!"
"Thank you, Lord Duke!" Barry strode away from here,
Maester Pycelle asked: "My lord, where are the commoners in the castle?"
"Same, I can't always keep them! Arrange the slaves I brought to live with them, and then count their occupations! I need them to show their value as soon as possible!"
Lynn needs to get something on track as soon as possible, "Missandei!"
"Owner!"
"You go with Maester Perthwin, arrange the Unsullied in the military camp, and then ask the red worm to come over!"
"It's the master!"
Missandei leaves with Perthwin,
Hong Chongzi was a captain selected by Lin En when he was on the ship.
He divided the Unsullied into a team for every 100 people, and a team for every 1,000 people. The four captains named them Black Worm, Red Worm, Yellow Worm and Green Worm respectively. It was very concise and easy to remember!
Coming up with a name is too easy for him!
Hong Chongzi walked in after a while and said, "Master,"
"Take over the guarding of the city gates and walls from now on."
"Yes, Master!"
In fact, it would be the simplest way to give such a simple order to Missandei and pass it along, but these slaves only obey Linn's orders. If Missandei wants to command them, Linn must be present.
The next day, Paiswein brought the occupational statistics of the one thousand slaves. More than thirty of them could read and write Common Language, there were five blacksmiths and more than one hundred shipwrights.
“Are there so many people who know the lingua franca?”
"Yes." Paiswin nodded, "I was also doubtful about this. Later I inquired and found out that many of them were Westeros sent by the Ironborn!"
Linn frowned, Ironborn? Those pirates!
The Ironborn, also known as the Ironborn, are the residents of the Iron Islands in the sea west of Westeros. They are a combative sea people. They once had unparalleled naval superiority. Both men and women have never been engaged in production and only believe in robbery.
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In their heyday, they ruled the Riverlands and most of the west coast of Westeros. Harrenhal, the largest castle in Westeros, was built by them!
But during the War of Conquest, Harren the Blackheart and his entire family were wiped out, and the Ironborn were driven back to their island.
Some time ago, Westeros was reduced to a pot of porridge, and they took the opportunity to stand on their own and claim to be a king! They once again drove the longship and began to plunder everywhere.
Lin En rubbed his brow,
"Aren't there more than forty shipwrights among those slaves? Let them first find a suitable place to build a shipyard nearby. Our coastline must always be protected!"
