Chaidui Town is located in the northwest of the Golden Crown Wood Autonomous Territory. It is the furthest point in the New World since the colonial era. Further west, there is an endless virgin forest, inhabited by savage natives and ferocious beasts. These places are nominally
It is still part of the Golden Crown Wood Dominion, but has not yet been reclaimed.
Even the somewhat arbitrary name of Chaihei Town is because this place was originally just a place for lumberjacks to stack wood. Over time, it became a market town, gathering colonists who cut down trees and reclaimed the wilderness around it.
Sir Salemi rode on his horse and walked along the muddy road. From a distance, he could see the smoke rising from the woodpile town. The forest on both sides of the road had been cut down to only tree stumps, and there was still a lot of land that had not been leveled.
"Sir, Firewood Town is just ahead." Also riding a horse beside him was a young man. According to the ancient tradition of the empire, Sir Salemi's family was looking for a retainer for the family heir. As a helper on the battlefield, he was also
A symbol of noble status.
But as Sir Salemi, who had declined to the point where he only had the title of nobility, the retinue who initially followed him conspired with cunning businessmen to seize his family property, and even abducted his fiancée, forcing Sir Salemi to spend additional money.
Money hired such a young man to maintain the dignity of the nobles.
However, the dignity of the nobles needs to be supported by imperial gold and sun coins. Sir Salemi no longer has the income from family property and land rent. The nobles who had friendship and friendship in the past generations have also declined in this era. They rely on selling antiques handed down from sellers.
To make a living, one would have to fall into the alliance of chambers of commerce across the sea and land early, and maintain one's status by marrying those lowly merchants.
Sir Salemi finally found a way, and with the support of the Empire Expansion Act, he allowed the nobles to colonize the New World to the west of the sea. However, the various autonomous territories were either firmly controlled by the Chamber of Commerce Alliance, or were important sources of raw materials for the empire.
Fewer than one of the ruined nobles could participate in it.
After searching around, I finally found out that the most remote town of Firepile in the Golden Crown Wood Dominion was currently short of a sheriff, so Sir Salemi was asked to take up the post. The imperial official also very "generously" approved a travel fee.
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At that time, Sir Salemi also felt that there were still sensible people in the upper echelons of the empire. He knew that nobles like them were the real pillars of the empire, and that his family's future would continue in the New World and shine brightly...
"...That's weird!"
I looked at the low houses made of logs scattered everywhere without any sense of aesthetics. I couldn’t tell how much feces and urine were mixed with water on the muddy road. Chickens, dogs and other livestock were roaming all over the ground without restraint.
The residents had no clean clothes at all, and most of them were just wearing rag bags.
The men here smell of alcohol and have not shaved. Their messy hair and greasy skin exude a bad smell. And the women here are not beautiful at all. Their long-term hard work has left their figures out of shape.
, the fingers are rough, and when joking around with men, two rows of uneven and yellowed teeth are exposed.
"Where are the traditional etiquette? What about the laws of the empire? How can these women brazenly fight with men outdoors?" Sir Salemi gritted his teeth and roared in his heart. He suppressed his anger and vowed to change this place.
"Ahem!" Sir Salemi hurried forward on his horse, coughed twice, and signaled his subordinates to take out the letter of appointment, and then said loudly: "I am Sir Salemi, the Sheriff of Firepile Town appointed by the empire.
I started taking office today. Who is in charge here now? Come out and hand over the work!"
Dozens of townspeople came forward. Some of them had bad intentions and looked up and down at Sir Salemi's dark blue cashmere coat and wallet. Others were full of resistance and did not welcome the arrival of the new sheriff. But
More people had numb faces with slightly curious eyes.
The horse was slightly uneasy and stepped back two steps on the muddy ground. Sir Salemi crossed his legs, tightened the reins, held the holy symbol on his chest, and his voice suddenly sounded loud and clear:
"Back off! You bunch of unruly people!"
The divine holy light invisible to the naked eye spread, and ordinary people in these remote market towns seemed to be threatened. Some were so frightened that they sat down on the ground.
Sir Salemi put the holy symbol on his chest to his lips, kissed it gently, and whispered: "Lord, forgive my anger."
Seeing the townspeople fleeing one after another, Hu asked in a low voice: "Master, aren't we going to chase them?"
"No need." Sir Salemi sat on his horse, not wanting to step on the dirty mud at all, and said, "I'll just wait for the person in charge here to come to me."
Not long after, crowds gathered on the path in the distance, and simple weapons such as hoes and pitchforks could be seen. The guard asked with some worry: "Master, they may be here to cause trouble. Why don't we leave quickly."
Sir Salemi touched the hilt of the sword inlaid with rubies hanging next to the saddle, and said with a sneer: "Let them come! The ignorant people here do not understand the miracles and have not been illuminated by the majesty of the Lord."
In addition to being of noble origin, Sir Salemi is also an armed guard of the Holy Lord Church. Although in today's world, there is no need for their armed guards to hold swords and shields to promote the majesty of the Lord, Sir Salemi still serves as a member of the Church in this capacity.
Honor, and develop a strong body that can perform miracles.
If it were a combat force of the empire, Sir Salemi thought that he might not be his opponent, but it would be too easy to deal with these country folk!
Suddenly, an idea flashed through Sir Salemi's mind. Since Pile Town is located in a remote location and lacks the Lord's shining, he might as well become the bishop of this place and lead the people's faith. Then he might receive the Lord's favor for this.
Enze. Even from then on, he expanded his influence step by step, making the Jinguangmu Autonomous Territory and even the entire New World become the Lord's kingdom of God on earth!
"Master, they are coming!" The servant made a fearful voice and was already planning to escape on horseback.
"What are you afraid of?" Sir Salemi pulled out his family's long sword, and bright ripples appeared on the bright sword blade, even though it was only the lowest "blessed weapon".
However, when the miracle came to reality, it did not arouse the awe and retreat expected by Sir Salemi. A semi-bald man with reddish hair and beard casually carried two logging axes, and his loose shirt exposed his chest.
, led a group of townspeople to approach Sir Sir and his retinue.
"Oh? It's quite majestic?" The half-bald man tilted his head, and then spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the side of the horse's hoof. A ferocious and wild breath made the horse restless, leaning back and neighing.
Sir Salemi made an accident and was knocked to the ground by the horse. The horse was so frightened that it ran out of the town. Sir Salemi stood up covered in mud, waved his hand violently, and shouted to his followers: "
Aren’t you going to chase it back?”
The retinue galloped away on horseback, as if escaping, leaving Sir Salemi alone, looking embarrassed, facing a group of fierce-looking townspeople, and he said:
"Do you know who I am? I am the peace officer appointed by the Great Londinium Empire, a nobleman who has been passed down for thirteen generations! The guardian family of the Holy Lord Church, and the armed guard of the red bronze rank! If I were in
If something unexpected happens here, all of you will have to face the dual wrath of the empire and the church!"
The semi-bald man placed two logging axes on his shoulders. The strong body odor hit his nostrils, making Sir Salemi narrow his eyes.
"It turns out he is a noble gentleman." The half-bald man grinned and said: "I am the mayor here. According to the rules of the empire, should I be conferred some kind of earl or prince? Oh! By the way, I
Can I restore my right to the first night?"
"How can the glory of the imperial nobles be tarnished by someone like you?" Sir Salemi held the hilt of his sword tightly. Although he said this, he vaguely noticed that this half-bald man was extraordinary in strength, and he seemed a bit like a hometown legend.
The berserker in.
"Empire? Nobility? Still glorious?" The half-bald man's face suddenly turned ferocious, and he said: "Why didn't the Empire think of this when they bulldozed the fields in our hometown, expelled the farmers, and forcibly escorted us to the New World?"
"What?"
"Nothing." The half-bald man suddenly put away his ferocious expression and struck with two logging axes.
Sir Salemi was on guard for a long time. He moved back to avoid the blows from the left and right. He raised his long sword, and the blade emitted a pearl-like fluorescence, cutting the chest of the half-bald man who was about to approach.
When the semi-bald man saw that he was injured and bleeding, his ferocity suddenly became even more ferocious. His muscles could be seen with the naked eye to swell slightly. The two logging axes that ordinary people had to hold with both hands were as light as small blades in his hands, swinging like a whirlwind.
Wave it and throw out waves of breaking wind.
Sir Salemi dodged one after another, ignoring the decent cashmere coat he was wearing, and rolled directly on the muddy ground. After evading the initial attack, the medal-shaped holy symbol on his chest suddenly emitted a dazzling light, shaking the half-bald man.
His eyes went white.
Sir Salemi took advantage of this moment and thrust forward with his long sword, and bright flames appeared on the sword!
Seeing that the half-bald man was about to be pierced through the heart by a sword, a figure appeared out of thin air, kicked the man away, and stepped on the sword, pressing it down with heavy force.
Sir Salemi stumbled, and fell to the muddy ground again with his sword, and this time his face faced the ground, and he crashed directly into a mass of stinky dampness.
"Who is it?!" Sir Salemi suffered unprecedented humiliation. He stood up regardless of appearance and clenched the Holy Emblem on his chest.
However, the figure in front of him was just a vague, translucent human figure, as if it were made of slowly flowing crystal, with silver light shining in it, but no specific facial features.
"What, what is this?! Is it the devil? Is it indigenous witchcraft?" Sir Salemi held up the Holy Emblem, protecting himself with the warm power, trying to prevent himself from being hurt more.
I saw the translucent human figure twisting slowly, like a ball of liquid being sucked away, flying to the back of the crowd, attracting everyone's attention, and at the same time, they took the initiative to move out of the way.
"Wolf, are you the mayor who is responsible for beheading people?" The visitor asked proactively. Sir Salemi observed carefully. He was a man wearing black robes. He looked very young in appearance, but in terms of his words and deeds, he
His temperament is not that of a young man.
Among this group of rude and ugly townspeople, this young man is not only clean and tidy, but also dazzlingly handsome in appearance. He has a healthy and fair complexion with slightly longer black straight hair. He is tall but not too thick.
His figure, even in the city of Londinium, is enough to become an excellent apprentice in the upper-class female social circle.
That's right, it's the "apprentice" who helps Jiukuang ladies to alleviate their life difficulties, the "new fashion" that Sir Salemi hates so much.
The half-bald man's original ferocious expression completely disappeared. He hunched his back and lowered his head in front of the young men. This scene was all too familiar to Sir Salemi. Those scribal students always looked like this after they made mistakes.
Church teachers.
The young man lowered his eyes and sighed, then raised his head to look at Sir Salemi. With just a snap of his fingers, the breeze swirling around his body swept away all the dirt and dirt on Sir Salemi's body, returning him to his original decent and clean state.
"My name is Olanso, and I am a doctor in Chaidui Town." The young man said: "Everyone in Chaidui Town lives a difficult life. Everyone is inevitably a little too wary of outsiders who suddenly appear. I hope you don't mind, sir... By the way, sir.
How to call it?"
Sir Salemi was a little surprised, not only by the words and deeds of the doctor Olenso in front of him, but also by his strange magic. After a slight daze, he said: "I am used to others calling me Sir Salemi."
"Then let's call Sir Salemi." Dr. Olenso smiled slightly and waved his hand gently. All the townspeople present dispersed. It was obvious that they respected Dr. Olenso very much.
"Who are you?" Sir Salemi asked with several names flashing through his mind: "Mage? Or some kind of pagan priest?"
"Oh? Couldn't it be the spirit messenger?" Doctor Olanso asked.
"This, how is this possible? You..." Sir Salemi was startled. You must know that the spirit messenger is a unique spellcaster of the natives of the New World. It is considered by the empire to be the most difficult enemy to deal with in the process of colonization. Some indigenous tribes
The spirit messenger has been wanted with a high bounty, and mercenaries and adventurers from inside and outside the empire are welcome to go and eliminate him.
In Sir Salemi's impression, spirit messengers should all wear animal skins and animal bones on their heads, hold a weird long staff, chant strange indigenous languages, and perform various bloody and evil spirit witchcrafts.
He should not be such a handsome and elegant young man who speaks fluent common language.
"Indeed, not really." Dr. Olanso tapped his forehead lightly and said, "According to your empire's classification method for spell casters, I should be considered...a psychic."
"Psionist?" Sir Salemi recalled this unfamiliar title. He had been immersed in the sacred teachings of the church for many years, mainly learning to fight against pagans and evil entities. He didn't know much about various types of spellcasters, that is,
Because mages are so famous, everyone seems to know about their existence, but he really hasn't heard much about psions.
Dr. Olenso just showed a polite smile and said: "I think this is not a good place to talk. Please come with me."
Sir Salemi was hesitant. He looked back and said nothing. But Dr. Olenso seemed to understand what he meant. A ball of silvery fluid floated out from his sleeve and turned into a crow, with feathers the same color as
There was no difference in reality, and then he flapped his wings and flew out of the town.
Doctor Olenso said: "Don't worry, it will find Sir Salemi, your entourage and horses, and when it finds it, it will tell the other party how to get here."
Sir Salemi was surprised again. This method of changing things was very much like a mage. One had to wonder why this doctor Olenso, who claimed to be a psychic, was in such a remote market town.