When the sun came up, William came out of the earthen house and stood on a stone platform in front of the earthen house.
Old John and his son, as well as the blacksmith and carpenter who followed him, were standing aside.
In front of William, there was a dark crowd of villagers, chaotic and disorderly, surrounding the space in front of him!
Some of the villagers looked at William with wide eyes, while others were whispering.
Hundreds of people were whispering, making the whole place extremely noisy.
The smell of breath, sweat, the sour smell of clothes and other smells mixed together turned into a terrifying poisonous gas that made William feel nauseous.
He couldn't control himself and vomited out the white bread he had just eaten.
In front of more than 300 villagers, William vomited again!
"Lord Baron..."
"grown ups……"
William's followers rushed over and helped William.
When the villagers below saw this scene, their eyes widened with an unimaginable look. Immediately, their surprise turned into words and they burst out.
They discussed William's vomiting animatedly.
"Did you see that, Jack? The Baron vomited!"
"I saw it, and this is the second time I've seen it! But, big-mouthed Ella, don't point your mouth at me when you speak, or I will vomit too!"
"The second time you vomited? The Baron also vomited another time? What did the first vomiting look like?"
"Ella, how many times have I told you? Don't point your mouth at me!"
"Okay! Then tell me how the Baron vomited last time? Tell me quickly!"
"The last time...it starts from when I went out that day..."
"..."
The villagers spoke louder and louder, and the topics became more and more biased.
In the crowd, Old Gretel also slowly lowered his head, "Sure enough... is he just a nobleman who grew up in a honeypot? Lord Viscount Grien is right, he is just a child after all!"
Old Grete couldn't help but despise William in his heart.
The son Great Gretel next to him sneered and said to him, "Father, look! I said you don't have to be afraid of him! You are always too worried."
Old Grete shook his head, "It's never a mistake to be careful."
On the stone platform, Old John frowned deeply again, "Lord Baron, why don't you go back and rest first? Let my son read out your order for you!"
"No! I'll do this myself!" After vomiting out the only thing in his stomach, William barely resisted the attack of the stench.
He asked several of his followers to return to their original place, and he stood on the stone platform with a straight face, looking at the villagers below without saying a word.
His serious look made some people uneasy.
In any case, William is still a noble and their lord.
Some people will always feel scared.
Some people suddenly didn't dare to speak and closed their mouths.
Actions are contagious.
Slowly, fewer and fewer people spoke, and finally they all became quiet.
Everyone looked at William on the stone platform with complicated eyes to see what he was going to say!
Old John next to him had a flash of admiration in his eyes. He was able to calm down the villagers in this way. It seemed that his young master William was a born lord.
Of course, it would be better if you can get rid of the habit of vomiting!
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William felt very calm. He had killed a lot of people, so how could he care about the noise of some villagers!
Seeing that the villagers were quiet, William began to speak.
"Villagers of Nisei Village, I am yours..."
Before he finished speaking, the sound of arguing came from the upper left corner of the villagers, which suddenly blocked William's voice.
"Jacques, stay back! This is my place!"
"Albert, thank you for helping me occupy this position! Now, please step aside."
"It's you who should step aside... Damn it, Jacques, I, Albert, am not someone to be trifled with either... Ah!"
The villagers were attracted and looked over, and the whole place started to become noisy again.
William's face suddenly darkened, and he looked coldly at the source of this incident, a burly man with a full beard and a tall figure of 1.8 meters.
He was roughly pushing a lean man about 1.7 meters tall to the ground, occupying his original position, and was proudly showing off his force to other villagers.
But this behavior was a naked slap in the face of William, the lord.
Old John's face turned red with anger and he cursed sternly, "You damn untouchable, how dare you disturb the Baron's speech!"
The burly man then turned his head. He glanced at the silent William, then lazily looked at Old John, and said with a smile, "On the contrary, I stood at the front to better listen to the lord.
Speech! I am showing my respect for the lord!"
"Then you shouldn't take someone else's position!" Old John said angrily.
"There is no way, Lord John! Who makes him unable to beat me? The loser gives up everything, right?" The sturdy man clenched his fists as big as a casserole and laughed.
"You..." Old John was furious. Although he has a high status and great power, the problem is that the basis of power is the system and people.
He has no one under his command, so what can he do to get such a rogue?
At this time, William finally spoke, his tone was flat and no emotion could be heard.
He looked at the bearded man and asked, "What's your name?"
When William, the lord, asked questions in person, the bearded man would not dare to be so casual.
He replied, "Lord, my name is Jacques, Jacques Porter, and people here call me Jacques Hercules!"
As he said that, the bearded man showed his bulging muscles.
"Okay! Jacques, okay, you're fine!"
"Thank you, Lord, for the compliment!" Hearing William's "praise", Jacques Porter smiled sweetly.
Old Gretel in the crowd watched silently!
Obviously, if things have developed to this point, if William lets it go, it will be a major blow to his prestige. From now on, it will be difficult for William's orders to come out of the earthen house, let alone collect taxes!
On the contrary, Jacques Porter's prestige in the village will rise to new heights.
What would you do? Old Gretel looked at William's face and thought with interest.
Not only him, but all the villagers in the knight were watching William's handling.
William also made new moves.
He suddenly turned his head and looked at Old John and said, "Old John."
"Yes, Lord Baron!" Old John wondered why William suddenly called him?
"Take out the parchment and write down the first law of our Decas Territory!" William's eyes slowly scanned the other villagers.
These villagers were all confused by William's behavior. Why did it involve territorial regulations? What were the regulations?
"Uh...yes!" Old John was stunned, but he still took out the parchment from his arms.
This parchment is the one that records the first thorough investigation of the small village of Nisei.
His son Little John handed over a quill dipped in black ink from the side.
Everything was ready, and William's eyes fell on the initiator, Jacques Porter, staring at him like a hawk.
"Anyone who disturbs the order in the Decas territory will be whipped ten times and exposed to the public for a day!"
"Since yesterday!" William added this sentence.
Old John quickly wrote down the law William mentioned on the parchment.
"Lord Baron, remember this!"
"Well!" William didn't know whether it was okay or not. He looked at Jacques Porter and said, "Jacques, Hercule Jacques, do you want to kneel down and be punished, or should I do it?"
Jacques Porter was stunned when he heard William's words, and immediately became furious. He said angrily, "Does our noble lord want to punish Jacques? Is it up to them?"
Jacques Porter glared at the villagers, and the villagers did not dare to look into his eyes.
Jacques Porter looked at William's attendants again, "Are they still them?"
Old John and the others rushed out angrily and stood in front of Jacques Porter to confront him.
Jacques Porter glanced at Old John with disdain, looked past them and looked at Lord William on the stone platform, and said mockingly, "Lord, you should do it yourself..."
The word "hand" was not uttered, and with a "chi" sound, William disappeared from the stone platform.
Jacques Porter, who had been paying attention to William's movements, opened his mouth in surprise, and then he felt a huge force hit the right side of his face.
A strong sense of pain instantly spread throughout the body, and the brain was in a blank state. Several teeth in the mouth were knocked out, and the whole body was knocked up and fell on several villagers watching the excitement nearby.
Several villagers dispersed suddenly, and Jacques Porter fell to the ground.
"Jacques!" A distressed voice came from the villagers.
William looked around, and the villagers he saw suddenly fell silent, not daring to make a sound.
Old Grete is also among them, but unlike other ignorant villagers, he knows something.
It's the power of knights. Old Grete shouted in his heart.
Next to him, his son, Great Grete, lost the courage he had at first, and his head almost dropped to his chest, fearing that William would notice him and that William would know what he said today.
At this moment, he felt very regretful. Why did he say those words?
William couldn't see the complex psychological activities of the villagers. He couldn't find anyone to talk to, so he turned his head again and looked at Jacques Porter who had fainted on the ground.
William walked up to him slowly.
The surrounding villagers dispersed suddenly, leaving a relatively open area.
William sneered, as the ancients said, people are afraid of power but not moral, afraid of power but not grateful!
"Old John, hang him up, whip him ten times, and show him to the public for a day. He is not allowed to be put down until night!" William ordered.
"Yes! Lord Baron!" Old John replied happily.
He walked over and pointed at a few stronger villagers, "You, you, you, and you, come here, lift this idiot up and hang it to the entrance of the village!"
William was so powerful that the villagers did not dare to resist. They obeyed Old John's instructions and worked together to carry Jacques Porter to the entrance of the village.
The villagers voluntarily made way for them to pass.
This made the commander, Old John, secretly feel happy. These untouchables, I must ask the Baron to charge 50% of your tax, no, not just 50%, but 60%!