Weird Wizarding World

  The implementation of the new tax law set off an invisible gust of wind across the entire Tilaimei Plain.

  On the second day after the implementation of the new tax law, the William family inquired about the details of the new tax law from familiar aristocrats. After confirming that there was no conspiracy, they also rushed to the designated taxpayer and serf gathering point in Into City with more than a hundred serfs in the family.

  Big knight Jack led the way on a tall black horse, followed by two family members who also rode horses to assist in escorting the serfs.

   Their family is not big, just a small knight family.

  So there are not many serfs, only a hundred or so, and they are following the three knights blankly at the moment.

  Whether it is the tax decree or the new master of Tilami, it is still too far away for these serfs who are farming.

  After the farmland was polluted, they have been kept in a hut similar to a pigsty, and no one told them what happened outside.

   It was not until today that Jack brought the other two knights of the William family over, that he finally saw the light of day again, but Jack just let them follow without explaining anything.

  So now these serfs are still confused about their situation.

   "Your Excellency Jack, are you also going to pay the new tax?"

   After walking on the road for a while, the William family met a new team of people.

   "Your Excellency Wu Lun, I didn't expect to meet you here." Jack nodded and smiled.

  The one who came was the great knight of the Mike family, whose power was slightly larger than their William family, but it was limited, and it was only a knight family.

   "After dealing with these serfs, the William family is going to leave the Tilemei Plain?" Wu Lun asked again.

   "It's just dealing with these serfs." Jack shook his head. "The tax will have to be paid sooner or later. One more day of feeding them will waste one more day of food."

   "That's right, as long as the farmland can't be restored, these serfs will have to be driven away sooner or later." Wu Lun nodded.

   "Sigh, serfs are trivial things, and those farmlands are our foundation." Jack sighed and asked, "Do you think those farmlands really can't be recovered?"

   "I don't know..." Wu Lun shook his head and tightened the rein in his hand, then said after a pause, "But I'm afraid there is little hope...Have you heard the news, Your Excellency Jack?"

  Jack looked around and said in a low voice: "You mean that the wizards of the Supreme Council gave up the news of saving these farmlands?"

   "Hmm..." Wu Lun nodded lightly, and suddenly asked again: "You said the new Lord Tilemie, can you save those farmlands?"

   "Maybe it can be done." There was hope in Jack's eyes. Although he had heard the rumors, there was still hope in his heart.

  For most of the nobles in the Tilaimei Plain, their main source of income is the output of the fields every year.

  Now the farmland is completely destroyed, and many nobles with little savings have even gone bankrupt. If there are at least knights in the family, I am afraid that they will fall down on the spot.

   "Perhaps..." Wu Lun sighed, then paused and said, "I don't know why, but I always feel that the Lord of Tilemie might be able to save those farmlands."

   "Is it possible to save those farmlands? Didn't your Excellency just think that there was little hope for the farmlands to recover..."

   "That being said, look at the recent decree promulgated by the Lord of Tilami - serfs cannot be expelled, and the serfs must be brought with them to pay taxes and expelled at a designated location." Wu Lun said.

  Jack heard the words, and there was a thoughtful look on his face, and he said slowly: "The Lord of Tilemie is trying to save those serfs?"

"That's right." Wu Lun nodded, and said again: "You think, the Lord Tilemie paid such a high price to save these serfs, it's not all because of kindness...these serfs must be useful in the future, Tilemie The Lord will do that."

   "But that news has been proven to be true. The wizards of the Supreme Council have given up saving the polluted farmland." Jack hesitated.

   "The Lord of Tilemei is also from the Supreme Council, and he is also a powerful wizard... Anyway, our family does not plan to leave the Tilemei Plain for the time being, and the serfs have only been expelled by 80% this time." Wu Lun said.

  Jack didn't speak, but just thought silently.

  In fact, there are not a few nobles who think like Wu Lun. Colin's successive decrees have given them inexplicable new confidence.

  …

   The tax payment point of Into City is a huge square.

   Looking around, there are crowds of people, and the serfs brought by the nobles who came to pay taxes have already blocked the place.

  A senior wizard apprentice suspended in mid-air to maintain order.

  Jack obediently lined up behind with the serf.

   "Old Henry, what do you think the adults brought us here for?"

  The dark-skinned serf Barron asked in a low voice to the wrinkled middle-aged man next to him, and at the same time carefully glanced at the knight Jack in front of him.

   Fortunately, there was a lot of voices in the square, but Jack didn't seem to notice it, and he didn't seem to care about their whispering anymore.

   "I don't know." Old Henry wiped the sweat from his brow, and after confirming that Jack didn't seem to care about them, he shook his head and answered.

   "I just heard Mr. Jack chatting with the other adult on the road, and it seems that he mentioned paying taxes." Barron said after thinking carefully, his voice lowered.

   "Forget about this, Barron! Your lord's affairs are not something you and I can guess. If you are found to be eavesdropping, you will suffer!" Old Henry advised in a low voice.

   "I didn't eavesdrop on purpose, and I only heard a little bit." Barron said with his eyes wide open, a little flustered.

   "Okay, it will be fine if you forget them." Old Henry patted the shoulder of the young man in front of him to comfort him, but there was also a trace of doubt in his heart.

  As one of the oldest surviving serfs of William's family, he did not survive these long days by luck.

  Old Henry raised his head slightly and looked around, with more and more doubts in his eyes.

  'So many serfs are gathered here, what are they going to do... Could it be that they are going to fight? '

  Old Henry suddenly thought of the serfs who were in the hut a few days ago. They were almost unable to survive because of the increasingly scarce food, but the food suddenly became inexplicably rich, at least half full...

  ‘Is it really going to war? ’ Old Henry turned the little knowledge in his mind, carefully observed his surroundings, and quickly overturned his own thoughts.

  Because they are in the city at the moment, Into City, the battle will not be here, and Master Jack will not say nothing to them.

  Just as old Henry breathed a sigh of relief, there was a terrified cry from ahead:

   "Master, don't drive me away, I can still farm! I can still farm!"

   Several skinny serfs suddenly knelt down on the ground, kowtowed and shouted at the knight in front of them.

   Drive away... Old Henry suddenly realized something, his face turned pale.

  The William family wants to drive these serfs away? !

  Yeah...yes...the farmland seems to be broken down, and we serfs don't seem to need it anymore, otherwise this period of time wouldn't be so leisurely.

  Old Henry seemed to have his spine removed, and his body suddenly hunched.

   "You are free now, don't bother me!"

The knight in front frowned, with anger on his face, and subconsciously wanted to kick the serf in front of him a few times, but when he saw the knight collecting taxes beside him, he forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and said coldly: , then turned and left.

  Old Henry felt even more desolate when he saw this scene.

   After queuing for a while, it was the William family's turn.

  The rest of the serfs were stunned when they heard the news of their expulsion. Only Old Henry remained silent.

   "You are free."

   After paying the tax, Jack took the family knights and set foot on the return journey.

  Old Henry stood where he was, quite at a loss.

   Once the serfs were separated from the nobility, it would be difficult to survive. This is a fact that every serf knows.

  On the one hand, it is because they do not have any other skills except farming, and on the other hand, it is basically impossible for them to find any work because of their status as serfs.

   And no work means no food, means death.

   But before the despair in Old Henry and the others spread out, they saw a knight walking towards them, then pointed to another knight not far away and said:

   "The serfs of the William family, right? You follow him... Well, following him can take care of everything."

  Although they didn’t know this knight, Old Henry and his group of serfs were used to obeying orders. Even if the knight didn’t add the last sentence, he would probably obey, let alone the temptation to take care of the food.

   Just like that, the serf of the William family left the square with another knight.

  Old Henry keenly noticed that not only serfs from the William family, but also many strange faces followed the knight.

   After another hour, they came to an open space near the farmland outside the city.

   There are already a lot of people here, if I guess correctly, they should also be serfs... Old Henry thought to himself.

   "Welcome to the north of Into City. Let me make a long story short. In principle, you are now free, and you can go wherever you want.

  However, if you are willing to work here, then the great Lord of Tileme will provide you with two meals a day, as well as a place to live. "

   "Okay, that's all I want to say. Now those who are willing to stay and work stand to the left, and those who don't... It seems that you are all willing."

   "Come with me, I will assign work for you."

  The management knight led old Henry and others turned around and walked towards the construction site behind.

  …

   "What do you think the Lord of Tilemie wants to build here?"

   Not far away, several picnicking nobles were secretly observing the open space.

   "Looks like some kind of building... I mean, those serfs are digging the foundations."

   "Nel, we can see this without you telling us." A noble girl rolled her eyes.

  Nell smiled sarcastically, "Maybe the Lord of Tilemie just wanted to find something for these serfs to do, just dig holes..."

  The aristocratic girl froze for a moment, then smiled.

Nell also laughed, but heard the girl mockingly said: "It seems that I still think highly of you, just dig around... Haha, there must be a reason behind every decision made by the great Lord Tilami, how could it be so superficial. "

   "Behind this series of arrangements, there must be some kind of important purpose!"

  Nell scratched his head in embarrassment.

   "Okay, it's getting late. I can't see anything after looking at it for a day, so let's go back to the family!" The nobleman with the binoculars sighed and ended the conversation.

  What they didn't know was that Colin's original idea was indeed to find something for the serfs to do.

   After all, with such a large group of serfs, if they sit idle all day long, problems will arise sooner or later.

   Finally decided to dig these foundations outside the city, mainly thinking that some factory buildings might be built for future use.

  …

   "About 40% of the nobles left the Tilemei Plain?"

  In the wizard's tower, Colin nodded after listening to Lilian's report, "It's a little less than I thought."

"Forty percent...it's a lot, mainly because the rumors about the farmland spread all over the Tilaimei Plain for some reason...There must be some reason behind this." Lilian was worried about the departure of the nobles, and also worried about the rumors. The anger behind it.

   "Don't worry, the nobles can't take away the real wealth of the Tilemei Plain." Colin laughed. "The wealth of the Tilemei Plain comes from this land, from the hard-working serfs, not from them."

   "And I also kept most of the food stored by the nobles. After all, they can't take them with them when they travel far."

   "As for the rumor, it is a fact." Colin said, "The Supreme Council has indeed basically given up on solving farmland pollution... However, this news should not spread so quickly."

  Colin stroked the smooth wooden armrest of the armchair, secretly making a note in his heart.

   and Lilian continued to chat for a while, Colin looked at the time, ended the conversation, and came to the silver secret room.

   Adjusting the secret room to meditation mode, Colin lit the incense and sat cross-legged.

  It is already twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.

   is also the time he set to start his daily meditation.

   After four hours, the meditation was over and there was no sleep.

  Colin stood up and adjusted the silver chamber to witchcraft practice mode.

  With the chanting of the spell and the mobilization of mana, a group of liquid orange-red flames appeared in front of Colin, sometimes elongated into a sharp sword, and sometimes condensed into a ball.

   So, after another two hours, Colin began to practice knight breathing.

  Another hour later, also at 7 o'clock in the morning, he finished his knight breathing practice, stepped out of the silver secret room on time, and flew towards the polluted farmland hidden by a witch formation outside the city.

   In this temporary laboratory, Shelley is already waiting for him.

   The complexity of affairs in the Tilaimei Plain was far beyond his imagination. It was not until the last two days that he finally had time to come over to study and deal with the most important issue—farmland pollution.

   This is the most important thing in the entire Tilaimei Plain, second only to its own strength.

  Colin took a deep breath and walked into the laboratory.

  He will study here until about nine o'clock in the evening, and then go back to deal with the affairs of the entire Tilaimei Plain, usually until twelve o'clock.

  The daily itinerary has been fully arranged.

   As for sleep, Colin will take about three hours to sleep every four days, that is, once every five days.

  In fact, he can already sleep for a hundred days without rest, but if he wants to not affect his energy, sleeping once every five days is the minimum.

  After all, judging from the observations of the past few days, it is not an easy task to solve the pollution of farmland. I am afraid that we must be prepared for a protracted war.