The next morning, a messenger rode into the Banshee Castle. He stepped onto the drawbridge, passed through the city gate, quickly passed through the city square and entered the central avenue under the watchful eyes of the sentinels on the tower.
The servants of the nobles who were working in the streets stepped out of the way and watched the horses stop at the door of the Bucci family's mansion.
The messenger brought urgent news, and he wanted to find the noble officer on duty. The noble officer informed the chief steward, who assessed the seriousness of the situation and then knocked on the master's bedroom door.
The young and beautiful bed maid, half-dressed, opened the door unhappily and asked: "The master is still sleeping, what happened?"
The head butler must first apologize for disturbing the head of the family's rest, and then report any emergency. The bed maid will close the door, and it will be at least half an hour before the door is opened again.
In the bedroom, the magic skylight reveals the scent of morning rain and dew. The sun shines slantingly in the corner of the wall, bright but not dazzling. On the large pillar bed, Friedman Butcher is covered with a silky and soft quilt, and several maids are busy in bed.
serve.
Chief Butchi, who is in his forties, is the age when he is full of energy and ambition. He has a bear face with a hooked nose, red skin, and rough features.
This is really not a good look.
But those who are familiar with him always refer to Friedman as a "wolf". This is because the patriarch has the commanding ability of an "alpha wolf" and the cruelty and patience of a "bad wolf".
Friedman's daily life is very regular. He gets up on time, works on time, and entertains on time. The development of events in the other world is often calculated in "weeks", so he arranges his affairs in "days" and never seems hectic.
Patriarch Butchi likes this leisurely aristocratic atmosphere. He regards this regular lifestyle as the secret of success and teaches it to everyone he knows.
If outsiders want to please Friedman, praising his step-by-step sense of time is the best choice. This will make him very happy.
It is a good thing to have a sense of time, and the development of Banshee Castle also shows such regularity. Business transactions, construction, and farmland cultivation are all completed according to the planned time in advance.
This has made city management more orderly and conducive to development to a certain extent. Residents in the city praise their family leader as a smart and wise man who brings happiness and a better life to everyone.
Friedman feels that he does not have much ambition, and he never expects to swallow up a certain force in one go. In his plan, all plans are formulated in units of "years".
Friedman is happiest when he achieves his goals bit by bit. He is full of enthusiasm, joy and motivation for this every day.
"Idiots in the North like to fight for small gains, and bullying them is as easy as bullying an ignorant child. I can't even find an opponent who can trouble me.
When I crush those fools with my absolute strength and see them crouching at my feet crying bitterly. When all the livestock, fields, and people belong to me, I feel extremely excited.
But all my opponent’s moves are within my plan, and it’s all extremely boring.”
Hey... Friedman likes to tell his maid about his daily thoughts and ideas. He likes to be admired and asked silly questions.
The patriarch considers himself the chess player who controls the chess board. What he hates most is probably having an apple smashed off the chess board, disrupting the chess game and disrupting all his plans.
Now, the apple has fallen.
The patriarch will get up at half past seven every day.
But about a quarter of an hour early today, the head butler knocked on the door. The maid came to inform him, but Friedman still decided to get up on time.
The hourglass in the bedroom finished leaking on time at '7:30'. The patriarch got up and completed a series of ritualized morning tasks step by step. He would not step out of the bedroom door until eight o'clock.
The chief butler was standing outside the door, waiting for the master's inquiry: "My dear butler, is there any good news you can tell me today?"
"Uh..., sir." The steward in charge hunched his back and followed behind the clan leader to report, "Our granary in Shitan Town caught fire last night, and all the food was burned."
Ga...?
It’s bad news this early in the morning!
A fire in a granary is even worse news than bad news.
"How many granaries?"
"All, three granaries."
all?!
Friedman has lived half his life and has heard bad news. But the fact that all three granaries were burned down is really heartbreaking.
Shitan Town is the transportation center to the north of Banshee Castle. There are three granaries in the town, each of which can store fifty tons of grain.
In order to supply Bishop's army heading north recently, the three granaries have overstocked nearly 60 tons of grain and more than 100 tons of horse feed.
Don't underestimate these two hundred tons of grain and grass. It is enough to feed Bishop's several thousand men and horses for a week.
One week is the time Friedman estimated to push the war to the territory of Coldwind City. After one week, the army led by Bishop can collect food in the enemy's territory, without the need for banshee castle to consume a lot of manpower and material resources to transport.
But now the army is halfway through the expedition, and the granary responsible for supplying food and drink to the front line has been burned down. It is too uncomfortable to be stuck at this time.
The clan leader frowned. He casually ordered someone to confirm the situation. He continued to have breakfast step by step, met with family members step by step, and went to the study room to handle government affairs for half a day within the specified time.
As for the thorny problem of the frontline being about to run out of food... well, isn't this the case?
If you slow down a bit, there may be a clever solution.
After all, Shitan Town is more than ten kilometers away from the Banshee Castle, and the news coming back so far is not accurate or detailed. When follow-up information comes, maybe the problem will be solved.
By noon, no new news came from Shitan Town. However, another worse news came from a manor outside the city - Phils Longlegs, who was protected by the Butch family, was dead.
He also died very miserably.
The last patriarch of the Long-Legs family died, and Friedman didn't feel sad about it. As the war progressed, the use value of this puppet became less and less, and he would die sooner or later.
But this man died at the wrong time. It would have been better if he died a week later. Dying now would make the Butchi family look bad.
Everyone who knows the news will think that this must be the execution ordered by Friedman, just to swallow up the territory of Coldwind City. But the patriarch does not want to take the blame.
"Who killed Phils?"
"Sorry, sir. I don't know yet."
The chief steward also just learned of the news and is waiting for the clan leader's order to investigate?
Although it only happened a few kilometers away from the city, there was no instant communication. The steward of the manor hurriedly came to report. But what exactly happened, professional officials had to be sent to the scene to see.
We are waiting for further news about the fire in the grain depot, and now there is another death. The Lord of the Banshee Castle, the patriarch of the Butch family, the noble Lord Friedman is really not in a good mood.
The transmission of information is so slow and vague, and decision-making is naturally delayed. After all, the matter at hand has not yet threatened the survival of the family, so we cannot let the patriarch make a trip in person.
So the whole day passed.
The step-by-step Patriarch Friedman entertained himself on time at night, went to bed on time, woke up again at 7:30 the next day, and walked out of the room at 8:00 on time.
As usual, he asked the butler in charge who was standing outside the bedroom: "My dear butler, is there any good news you can tell me today?"
"Uh..., sir. The one hundred carts of grain and grass we urgently allocated to Baron Bishop yesterday were robbed on the way. All the draft horses were killed, all the carriages were destroyed, and more than half of the grain and grass were burned on the spot."
Robbed? Destroyed?
Friedman's mood was ruined again early in the morning, and veins were throbbing on his forehead.
Horses are precious, and it is difficult to replace them if they are lost. Carriages are not cheap and are not easy to produce. One hundred horse carriages were destroyed at once, which means that the corresponding transportation capacity has been absolutely lost.
This problem is more serious than the destruction of the granary. Without transportation capacity, you can't transport food even if you have it.
Who is so bold? How dare he come to intercept the Butch family's motorcade?
Tired of living?
(Make a mistake, today’s official account is still full of breasts.)