The implementation of the new tax law set off an invisible storm throughout the Tireme Plain.
On the second day after the new tax law was implemented, the William family inquired about the details of the new tax law from familiar nobles. After confirming that there was no conspiracy, they also took more than a hundred serfs from the family and rushed to the designated gathering point for tax payers and serfs in Into City.
The great knight Jack led the way on a tall black horse, accompanied by two family members who also rode horses to assist in escorting the serfs.
Their family is not big, just a small knight family.
Therefore, there were not many serfs, only about a hundred, and they were following three knights with blank expressions on their faces.
Regardless of the tax order or the new Lord of Tireme, it is still too far away for these farming serfs.
After the farmland was contaminated, they were kept in straw sheds similar to pig pens, and no one told them what was happening outside.
It wasn't until today when Jack brought two other knights from the William family that they finally saw the light of day again, but Jack just asked them to follow without explaining anything.
So now these serfs are still confused about their situation.
"Sir Jack, are you also going to pay new taxes?"
After traveling on the road for a while, the William family met a new group of people.qqxδnew
"Sir Wu Lun, I didn't expect to meet you here." Jack nodded and smiled.
The visitor is the great knight of the Mike family, whose power is slightly larger than that of the William family, but its size is limited, and it is only a knight family.
"After the William family has dealt with these serfs, are they preparing to leave the Tilaimei Plain?" Wu Lun asked again.
"I'm just dealing with these serfs." Jack shook his head. "Sooner or later, taxes have to be paid. If you feed them for one more day, you will waste one more day of food."
"Indeed, as long as the farmland cannot be restored, these serfs will have to be driven away sooner or later." Wu Lun nodded.
"Well, serfs are nothing, those farmlands are the foundation of our existence." Jack sighed and asked: "Do you think there is really no way to restore those farmlands?"
"I don't know..." Wu Lun shook his head and tightened the reins in his hands, paused and then said: "But I'm afraid there's not much hope... Has Mr. Jack heard the news?"
Jack looked around and whispered: "Are you talking about the news that the wizards of the Supreme Council have given up on saving these farmlands?"
"Hmm..." Wu Lun nodded slightly, and suddenly asked: "Do you think the new Lord of Ti Laimei can save those farmlands?"
"Maybe." There was hope in Jack's eyes. Although he had heard those rumors, there was still hope in his heart.
For most nobles in the Tireme Plain, their main source of income is the annual output of their fields.
Now that all the farmland has been destroyed, many nobles with little savings have even gone bankrupt. If there were not at least knights in the family, they would have fallen down the class on the spot.
"Perhaps..." Wu Lun sighed, then paused and said: "For some reason, I always feel that the Lord of Tilaimei might be able to save those farmlands."
"Is it possible to save those farmlands? Didn't you just think that there is little hope for farmland recovery..."
"Having said that, look at the recent decree issued by the Lord of Tireme - serfs cannot be deported, and serfs must be brought in to pay taxes and deported at designated locations." Wu Lun said.
Hearing this, Jack also showed a thoughtful look on his face, and said slowly: "The Lord of Tireme is working hard to save those serfs?"
"That's right." Wu Lun nodded, and then said: "You think, the Lord of Ti Laime spent so much money to protect these serfs, it is not all out of kindness...it must be that these serfs will be needed in the future, Ti Lai Mei
Only the Lord of Beauty would do this."
"But the news has been proven to be true. The wizards of the Supreme Council have given up on saving the polluted farmland." Jack said with some hesitation.
"The Lord of Tilaimei is also from the Supreme Council, and is also a powerful wizard... Anyway, our family does not plan to leave the Tilaimei Plain for the time being, and only 80% of the serfs have been expelled this time." Wu Lun said.
Jack didn't speak, just thought silently.
In fact, there are not a few nobles who think like Wu Lun. The several laws issued by Colin in succession gave them inexplicable new confidence.
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The tax collection point in Into City is a huge square.
Looking at the crowds, the serfs brought by the nobles who came to pay taxes had already blocked the place.
A senior wizard apprentice is suspended in mid-air to maintain order.
Jack was lining up at the back with his serfs obediently.
"Old Henry, what do you think your lord brought us here for?"
The dark-skinned serf Barron asked in a low voice to the wrinkled middle-aged man next to him. At the same time, he cautiously glanced at the knight Jack in front of him.
Fortunately, there was a lot of people in the square, so Jack didn't seem to notice, and he didn't seem to want to pay attention to their whispers anymore.
"I don't know." Old Henry wiped the sweat from his forehead, and after making sure that Jack didn't seem to care about them, he shook his head and answered.
"I just heard Mr. Jack talking to another adult on the road, and they seemed to mention something like paying taxes." Barron thought about it carefully and said, his voice lower.
"Forget this, Barron! You and I are not able to speculate on your lord's affairs. If you are caught eavesdropping, you will suffer a lot!" Old Henry advised in a low voice.
"I didn't eavesdrop on purpose, and I only heard a little bit." Barron's eyes widened and he said in a panic.
"Okay, forget about them and you'll be fine." Old Henry patted the young man in front of him on the shoulder and comforted him, but there was also a trace of doubt in his heart.
As one of the oldest surviving serfs in the William family, he did not survive this long period of time just by luck.
Old Henry raised his head slightly and looked around, the doubts in his eyes getting heavier and heavier.
‘What are so many serfs gathering here for? Are they going to fight?’
Old Henry suddenly thought of the serfs like them who were in the hut a few days ago. They were almost unable to survive due to the increasingly scarce food, but the food suddenly became inexplicably rich, and they could at least eat half full...
‘Is there really going to be a war?’ Old Henry turned around the little knowledge in his mind, carefully observed his surroundings, and quickly overturned his own thoughts.
Because they are in the city at the moment, Into City, the battle will not be here, and Sir Jack will not say anything to them.
Just when old Henry breathed a sigh of relief, a panicked cry came from the front:
"Sir, don't drive me away, I can still farm! I can still farm!"
Several skinny serfs suddenly fell to their knees on the ground, kowtowed to the knight in front of them and shouted.
Drive away...Old Henry suddenly realized something and his face turned pale.
The William family wants to drive away these serfs?!
Yes...yes...the farmland seems to have been ruined, and there seems to be no need for us serfs, otherwise we wouldn't be so free during this period.
Old Henry's body suddenly hunched over as if his spine had been removed.
"Shameless things, you are free now, don't bother me anymore!"
The knight in front frowned, with anger on his face. He subconsciously wanted to kick the serf in front of him, but when he saw the knight collecting taxes next to him, he suppressed the anger in his heart and said coldly.
, then turned and left.
Seeing this scene, old Henry felt even more sad.
After queuing for a while, it was the William family's turn.
When the other serfs learned the news of their expulsion, they all looked shocked. Only old Henry remained silent.
"You are free."
After paying the tax, Jack took the family knights on their return journey.
Old Henry stood there, quite at a loss.
Once a serf breaks away from the nobility, it will be difficult for him to survive. This is a fact that every serf knows.
On the one hand, this is because they do not have any other skills except farming, and on the other hand, because their status as serfs makes it basically impossible for them to find any job.
And no work means no food, which means death.
But before the despair in old Henry's and others' hearts spread, they saw a knight walking towards them, and then pointed to another knight not far away and said:
"A serf from the William family, right? You follow him...well, you can take care of the food by following him."
Although they did not know this knight, Old Henry and his group of serfs were used to obeying orders. Even if the knight did not add the last sentence, they would probably obey, let alone the temptation of being in charge of the meal.
In this way, the serfs of the William family followed another knight and left the square.
Old Henry keenly noticed that it was not just serfs from the William family who were following this knight, but also many unfamiliar faces.
After another hour, they arrived at an open space outside the city near farmland.
There are already many people here, and if my guess is correct, they should also be serfs... Old Henry thought to himself.
"Welcome to the north of Into City. I'll make a long story short. In principle, you are free now. You can go wherever you want.
However, if you are willing to work here, the great Lord of Tireme will provide you with two meals a day and a place to live."
"Okay, that's all I have to say. Those who are willing to stay and work should stand on the left. Those who are not willing...it seems that you are all willing."
"Come with me and I will assign work to you."
The management knight took old Henry and others and turned around and walked towards the construction site behind.
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"Do you think the Lord of Tilaime wants to build something here?"
Not far away, several picnicking nobles were observing the open space covertly.
"It looked like it was some kind of building... I mean, the serfs were digging the foundation."
"Nel, we can see this without you having to say anything." A noble girl rolled her eyes.
Nell smiled coquettishly, "Maybe the Lord of Tireme just digs holes just to find something for these serfs to do..."
The noble girl was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.
Nell also laughed, but heard the girl mockingly say: "It seems that I still think highly of you, just dig it up... Haha, there must be a reason behind every decision of the great Lord of Tireme, how can he be so superficial?
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"There must be some important purpose behind this series of arrangements!"
Nell scratched his head in embarrassment.
"Okay, it's getting late. You can't see anything interesting after watching it all day. Let's go back to the family!" The nobleman holding the telescope sighed and ended the conversation.
But what they didn't know was that Colin's original idea was just to find something for the serfs to do.
After all, if such a large group of serfs do nothing all day long, problems will arise sooner or later.
The final decision to dig these foundations outside the city was mainly because some factory buildings could be built for future use.
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"About 40% of the nobles have left the Tireme Plain?"
In the wizard tower, Colin nodded as he listened to the news reported by Lilian, "It's actually less than I thought."
"Forty percent... is already a lot. The main reason is that rumors about farmland spread quickly throughout the Tireme Plain for some reason... There must be some reason behind this." Lilian was worried about the departure of the nobles, but also worried about the departure of the nobles.
The anger behind the rumors.
"Don't worry, the nobles can't take away the real wealth of the Tilaimei Plain." Colin smiled, "The wealth of the Tilaimei Plain comes from this land, from the hard-working serfs, not from them."
"And I also kept most of the grain stored by the nobles. After all, they can't take it with them when they travel far away."
"As for that rumor, it is true." Colin said, "The Supreme Council has indeed basically given up on solving farmland pollution... However, this news should not spread so fast."
Colin rubbed the smooth wooden armrests of the chair and made a mental note secretly.
After continuing to chat with Lillian for a while, Colin looked at the time, ended the conversation, and came to the Silver Chamber.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Adjusting the secret room to meditation mode, Colin lit the incense and sat down cross-legged.
The time now is already twelve o'clock in the evening.
It was also the time he set to start daily meditation.
Four hours later, the meditation ended without sleep.
Colin stood up and adjusted the Silver Chamber to witchcraft practice mode.
As the spell was chanted and the magic energy was mobilized, a ball of orange-red flame that seemed to be liquid appeared in front of Colin, sometimes elongating into a sharp sword, sometimes condensing into a ball.
In this way, another two hours later, Colin began to practice the Knight's Breathing Technique.
Another hour later, at seven o'clock in the morning, he finished practicing the Knight's Breathing Technique, stepped out of the silver chamber on time, and flew towards a polluted farmland hidden by a witch formation outside the city.
In this makeshift laboratory, Xue Lai was already waiting for him.
The affairs in the Tireme Plains were far more complicated than he imagined. It was only in the past two days that he finally had time to study and deal with the most important issue - farmland pollution.
This is the most important thing in the entire Tireme Plain, second only to one's own strength.
Colin took a deep breath and stepped into the laboratory.
He will study here until about nine o'clock in the evening, and then go back to deal with the affairs of the entire Tireme Plain, usually until twelve o'clock.
The daily itinerary is fully booked.
As for sleep, Colin only takes about three hours to sleep every four days, that is, once every five days.
In fact, he was able to stay awake for a hundred days, but if he wanted not to affect his energy, sleeping once every five days was the minimum.
After all, based on observations over the past few days, it is not easy to solve farmland pollution, and I am afraid we need to be prepared for a protracted war.