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Three of the five pigs were also pregnant. Pigs had a long growth cycle, but Geralt was not particularly anxious.

The surprise was the dozen or so cows that were found when sending cavalry out to search for refugees, probably because of the wind and snow, but no matter whether these cows were separated from the tribe or lost from the owner's house, they are now in Geralt's territory. , then the surname is Xia.

The cows are arranged next to the pigsty. Most of the cows on the grassland belong to beef cattle, but in Geralt's conscious breeding, the beef cows with nose rings will one day become farming cattle.

Geralt stretched his back and got up from the bathtub, showing his naked body in all directions. Hearing the sound of Geralt getting up, the little maid Sissi hurriedly came in with her clothes to serve.

Enjoying the treatment of the nobles, Geralt got dressed under the hurried service of Qianxi. Qianxi, who was not skilled in the business, would inevitably have some friction and scratches, the blush on her face spread, and her eyes were a little unsure of where to go. Where to see.

"Big.. big.. sire, get dressed.. get dressed."

Qianxi spoke incoherently, panting violently, as if fighting a difficult battle.

"Well, that's ok, you go down first."

Geralt waved away Sisi calmly, watching the very nervous and somewhat lost back go out, Geralt suddenly began to tremble.

"Hastily, my wife is ashamed."

In fact, he wasn't much better than Qianxi, but he was more able to pretend. The shame in his heart was not gone. Geralt didn't leave the bathroom at all. He pushed open the window of the bathroom and let the cold wind caress his face.

He leaned on the window frame with his elbows and looked out from the window of the bathhouse. The wooden houses in the territory were neatly arranged. The smoke from the cooking rose, and his eyes turned to the distance. He could still see the figures of those hard workers. Geralt took a deep breath. In one breath, a sense of pride rose in Geralt's heart.

Condescendingly, he quietly admired his territory. After a long time, Geralt let out a suffocating breath.

"Even for this beauty, no matter what kind of enemy he will meet in the future, I will let him die without a burial! A place!"

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Prairie, a small border town in the Harmi Khanate.

The owner of the small town, Baron Dumir Heinreed, is in his castle listening to his tax collector reporting the financial income for the past year.

The castle hall was airtight, and only a few high windows let in some light. Baron Durmir sat on his beloved velvet throne, and two beautiful waitresses knelt on the ground and kneaded him. His thighs, and the burning candles have a fragrance.

Under the dim candlelight, the flickering light shone on Baron Durmir, and the shadow swayed on the wall, like a beast that chose a man to devour.

"That's all, my lord, plus the slaves from Baishi Mountain, the total income last year was about 13,000 gold coins."

His gray hair was neatly groomed, and the tax chief in a red cotton-padded coat was reporting to Baron Durmir.

Under the candlelight, the tax chief could not see the expression on the baron's face very clearly. Perhaps the handmaiden's hand was a little heavier. Her body twisted her face in pain, but she didn't dare to make a sound, and she was trembling on the ground.

"A full eight thousand gold coins less than last year!"

"What do you guys eat!?"

Baron Dumil snarled at his tax collector.

"This year, the tax on the territory will be increased by 50%!"

The tax chief's eyes twitched, but he didn't say anything, just nodded.

"and also."

Baron Doumier stood up and walked towards the still trembling waitress.

"Tell those **** entrenched on Baishi Mountain that this year's slaves must be turned in by half!"

"Otherwise..."

Baron Dumir stabbed the maid on the ground with sword after sword, listening to the mourning sound, a distorted smile appeared on his face.

"Send troops to turn them into slaves!"

It's boring to play and play, Baron Dumir stabbed the screaming maid to death, and said coldly to the treasurer.

"Your will, my lord."

It was obviously cold weather, but the treasurer still wiped the sweat on his forehead and said respectfully.

The rust-like smell of blood filled the castle hall. The baron went upstairs, and the treasurer left the castle, leaving only the maid, who was kneeling on the ground, trembling and didn't dare to move, looking at the corpse on the ground in horror.

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Geralt Territory Base.

After coming out of the bath, Geralt went to the smithy.

The reason for coming to the blacksmith shop was to retrieve his high-quality patterned steel seedling knife. After getting the seedling knife as a reward from the system, Geralt sent it to the blacksmith shop to see if the two blacksmiths could imitate it.

"grown ups."

Seeing Geralt's arrival in the clinking blacksmith shop, Ahsoka and Aiden stopped what they were doing and greeted Geralt.

Nodding, Geralt asked:

"How about the imitation of the Miao Dao?"

Ahsoka replied:

"Sir, Miao Dao's knife shape is easy to fight, the key is that our materials can't keep up."

"My lord's blade is tough and sharp~www.wuxiahere.com~ The quality of the blade we imitated is not one-third of that of the blade."

"The best one is only half the quality of your lord's seedling knife."

"And the process and materials spent far exceed the forging of other weapons."

Geralt, who heard this answer, was not surprised at all. He let the blacksmiths try it just to see if there would be any surprises.

Patterned steel is also commonly known as Damascus steel. In this world where even ordinary steel is difficult to produce, it is reasonable that it cannot be produced.

"It's disappointing, sir."

Akaso bent down and gave Geralt a salute.

"No problem."

Geralt waved his hand to signal that Akasho didn't have to.

"The material of Miao Dao is difficult to replicate as I expected."

"But has the method of making steel after heating up succeeded?"

Geralt asked.

Akaso was a little excited and ran to the blacksmith's table to get a seedling knife, and said to Geralt:

"My lord, this is an imitation knife that is half the quality of your lord's seedling knife."

"It was repeatedly calcined and beaten under the honeycomb fire and blower of the professor, and finally formed. Please take a look at it."

Akasso handed the imitation seedling knife to Geralt, took it, waved it a few times, and slashed on the test knife stand that Akasso brought out. The test knife stand was directly split in half.

"Tsk tsk, very good, Akash, Aiden."

Geralt praised the two blacksmiths a few times. The quality of this knife is really good. It can be called a high-quality steel knife. It is much better than the long steel knife that Geralt bought for more than 80 gold coins. .

Seeing the effectiveness of the Hundred Refinements Method, Geralt's idea of ​​building a waterwheel as soon as possible emerged again!