In this era, the demand for houses among the common people does not seem to be great, but in fact, Raven has seen the envious expression looking at the big house more than once.
Although I don’t know how it would be to live in a big house, it is definitely better than my own house.
It is human nature to pursue greater beauty and perfection.
If they sign a contract, each contract represents something, such as a house, so what is the price?
Of course it's their labor force.
If it is successfully implemented, the civilians will have to pay in labor and gain better houses.
Where is the lord? No gain?
No, what he gained was the entire city.
Although civilians were mobilized to build the city, this was no less than a fantasy. After all, in this era, bricklayers were also a high-level profession.
But Raven said he had his own way.
"Then what do I need to pay?" The Viscount suddenly calmed down and straightened his clothes.
"A yes answer." Raven said.
"An answer?"
"Yes, an answer in favor of a new town."
Silence, a long silence, the Viscount could not deny that his heart was moved, but precisely because his heart was moved, he felt terrible.
He is always thinking about improving the general's territory, but the territory has never improved so far, and this has become a problem for him.
After coming here for two years, he only selected a dozen knight apprentices and recruited dozens of militiamen. Such achievements even made him ashamed to take over his wife.
He doesn't have that face, and he can't afford to embarrass that person.
Raven's statement made him very moved, but it also made him even more fearful.
"Raven, tell me, what have you done before?" The Viscount raised his head and looked at Raven's face, which was older than him. He was startled by the weather-beaten cheeks.
"Lord, are you sure you want to listen?"
"That's a long story."
Raven smiled slightly, showing his yellow jade teeth.
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Throughout the morning, Raven and the Viscount did not go downstairs. Raven's words and body language made the Viscount very excited, but it also made him very hesitant.
If Raven had been under his command from the beginning, then he would not have to worry about these problems at all, but now, Raven is a wandering knight who has only been under his command for a few days.
At first, he only recruited him as an ordinary knight. Later, he became an auxiliary knight. The Viscount raised his psychological status and regarded him as a knight worthy of being taken seriously.
But now, everything he showed made him feel uneasy and too vague, just like a trap set by his former political enemies in the earldom.
He is so versatile, he can carry a sword, mount a horse and charge in martial arts, and he can design city drawings and communicate with all walks of life in literature.
Almighty to the point that he was afraid, it had far exceeded the limit that he, a viscount, could bear.
But excessive worry also made him get lucky. What if the other party was not a spy or saboteur sent by someone else?
With a little bit of hope that he didn't know he had, he pretended not to care and asked, "Raven, why did you choose to come to this little territory of mine in the first place."
Raven smiled, which made the viscount's heart tighten. Before he felt it too much, the initiative had been completely handed over to Raven's palm, and he closed his fingers for him kindly and pressed it solemnly.
"Because I want more people to know me." Raven said, "I am a knight who believes in the Holy Light. The eight principles of knights are my path to knighthood."
"mercy."
"humble."
"honest."
"heroic."
"sacrifice."
"glory."
"just."
"soul."
"That's my code."
"I have mercy on the weak, keep myself humble, and never deceive anyone."
"When fighting, I will fight bravely, not be afraid of sacrifice, and regard death as glory."
"Justice engraved in my soul is the rule of my life!"
The Viscount clenched the ring in his hand, and the effect of the divine detection spell told him that everything the other party said was true, without a trace of lies.
This is a magical technique from the Supreme God. Not even the Holy Spirit can lie in front of this magical technique.
As he spoke, Raven's words were like an oath, and milky white fighting spirit filled the air uncontrollably. The Viscount narrowed his eyes slightly, hammered hard in his heart, and made a decision.
"Raven, this matter is too important, I have to take it seriously." The Viscount sighed, feeling much better after making the decision.
"I understand." Raven straightened his back, "But moving the territory is not a matter of a day or two. It will take me a month to inspect the surrounding areas."
"If you don't need it, I will cancel this plan."
"If you decide, I will do some targeted investigation."
"One month later, we will sign an agreement in front of the gods." The Viscount took a deep breath. In a month, he hoped that he could make more guarantees.
"Okay, Lord."
It wasn't until Raven stepped back that the Viscount let out a long breath and leaned back on the stiff chair.
This is an opportunity, but it may also be a crisis. He is a progressive aristocrat, unlike the conservative aristocrats who stick to the so-called balance of power and do ridiculous things.
However, this time the risk is too great.
But, but, what if it succeeds, the Viscount persuaded himself.
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Downstairs, Raven was eating soft, mushy food, slurping it into his mouth.
While inspecting the surrounding area, he also had to make some slight adjustments to the territory.
The Viscount's courage was unexpected. Although this was also part of his plan, if it were another cunning old nobleman, he would probably not agree to it either life or death.
This is one of the reasons why he set foot here.
Since he is willing to trust him, he, Raven, is not a person who breaks his word. He will definitely return the other party a gift that is worthy of this trust and worthy of this gamble.
Of course, the final result is related to his future. On the surface, he may have managed the territory for others in vain, but in fact, his purpose has been achieved.
"Ron."
This call frightened the butler again. Ron felt that the most terrifying thing in the entire territory was not the noble pressure of the Viscount or the powerful force of Knight Sirk, but the terrifying call of Knight Raven.
"Knight Raven, are you looking for me?" Ron lowered his head, suppressed the resistance in his heart, and tried his best to act like you said.