Dungeon Defense (WN)

I looked down at Parsi for an explanation. Like everyone else in the village, Parsi falls down, but only lifts his head. To respond to my actions.

This guy...... also has a political sense. What's happening is totally non-poisonous.

‘If I learn to write, I'll use it. ’

It was a little awkward. I wanted to make up my mind and send me to study abroad. Farsi is with Laura. He was seventeen years old. I was young and ambiguous to start learning again. Well, it's not too late to learn anything until you're thirty. Let's think about it slowly.

Farsi rises.

“I'll take you inside first. ”

“Good. Lead the way. ”

I was escorted to a nearby wooden house. It was the chief. It was quite humble for a powerful man in the town. It meant that he was not of unnecessary luxury. Hmm. I like it better.

“Here. Explain yourself. ”

I sat on the floor of the room and said, Parsi sighed comfortably after settling down. I didn't know how to behave. Nevertheless, I was relieved and did not disturb my eyes.

I'll gladly humble myself if you want me to. But we both know there's nothing serious about it. I want to be with you sincerely, because you deserve my sincerity. ― ― Parsi's one-eyed people made such an impression.

“Something went wrong. ”

“I don't think the Adventure Troops did it again. ”

“Other villages have been beaten and ravaged. ”

Parsi looks serious.

I'm sorry, I didn't understand what the problem was.

“My land? Don't tell me you're referring to Prince Charming. ”

“The villages that were destroyed by the last adventure squad. There's a rice field that they used to farm. The villagers who took it ate a tiny bite. ”

“Hmm.”

I clung my chin to my hand. I looked into the situation.

I pillaged the villages on the Adventure Desert thoroughly. The stolen food was distributed appropriately to the villages next to me. That's the end of the punishment. All other assets not mentioned are, of course, mine. In other words, the villagers robbed me of my property....

“As long as the party is punished, that's enough. Besides, apparently the villagers of this town didn't participate in the crime. Hmm. I think the size of forgiveness is too great for sin.... ”

“Dammit. What if some of those things were stealing? The chiefs urged me to take the lead and work the land. The chieftains collected up to their land performance. ”

Ugh.

My face was cold.

“Aren't they crazy? ”

“Crazy bastards. ”

Farsi nods. I've only just realized that the story is getting worse.

I loosened the stance and relaxed my legs. I need to feel as comfortable as I feel uncomfortable. That's what it meant.

“What was the ratio of performances? ”

“7: 3 of the crops. ”

“Son of a bitch... They really did go crazy. ”

Even a thief is not a common thief. Of course, it is very common to take away seven percent of the crops in this era. You can call it normal. "Our Lord is an angel from God! 'It is so commendable.

The problem is that such bombers are only allowed to land owners. The chiefs pretended to own my property. In short, a felony of lordship. Treason.

I kicked my tongue.

“Tsk. Even villagers aren't one or two. Hundreds of people wouldn't have fooled me into being one. Perhaps the chiefs were lying in the middle? ”

Parsi's eyes widen like frog's eyes.

“How did you know? Hyah. You'll make a fortune if you start a shop. ”

“Okay, explain yourself. ”

“The chieftains said they'd pay their taxes to their superiors. ”

Counterfeiting public documents.

The entire mountain village was subdued by me. They are obligated to report where they have opened. This is called an indirect report.

In the Middle Ages, every land had the idea that it was the king's land. Just because you have a lot of land in your territory doesn't mean you can indirectly open it. Where it was opened, when it was opened, who it was, and everything should be reported in detail.

In this age, how much land does a territory have is the power of a territory…… You want to rebel? 'I have nothing to say even though I am doubted. I don't have a position as chief for nothing in this town. The chief is the one who records the cashier's check and opens the report to the lord.

However, the bastards, the chief, ignored the report openly. I even took off the performance I had to dedicate to the lord. What I wouldn't do if I had a brain in my skull.

Needless to say. Executed.

“You've treated yourself like a piece of shit. ”

A corner of my heart became cooler.

The principals are confirmed to be chiefs. That's not the problem. This situation can grow indefinitely.

There are only two charges that come to mind immediately.

What were you doing when the chief of your neighbourhood committed treason? Even if the chief lied, the villagers would cooperate without knowing it. How should the villagers be punished? Should I punish the town itself?...... This is not a joke. Every mountain village will be subject to criminal charges, regardless of identity.

In a word, I have fewer hands.

There are currently five villages under my mountain. One fifth of the total revenue evaporates even if you punish a human in one of the villages.

I've been wandering around outside during the war. As soon as Laura nagged me to take care of the territory, this happened. I mean, what is this lightning bolt?

Applying a coordinated offense reduces one's hands. But punishing the chief will ruin my dignity as a lord. The Lord will soon be the law of the land. The majesty of the Lord is the majesty of the law. There is no national power in a territory where the law is not right...... What should we do?

Farsi cautiously said as he grunted.

“First of all, we've got all the chieftains. ”

“What? Well done! ”

I clapped my hands.

I need a reason to get me off the hook. When you look at things like this, they don't need an excuse. Farsi eliminated the chiefs who committed the crimes. I've dealt with the traitor myself. So what political solutions are available now?

It is well done to punish a traitor. However, it is wrong to punish them arbitrarily without the Lord's permission. With the ball together, it is up to me, the lord and judge, to decide how Parsi is to be dealt with.

You shouldn't praise Parsi here. It's like handing over jurisdiction to the territory. You must punish Parsi unconditionally.

Only by punishing outwardly and forgiving sin in practice.

I smiled and said.

“I now command you to be cautious. ”

“I bowed a hundred times to my lord to thank him for forgiving me. ”

Farsi laughs.

“I must emphasize the lordship's right to never let this happen again. You're so cold! Can't you just tell me the truth? He must have already discussed what he was going to give up. ”

“I'll hand over the lost and found. ”

Parsi said cool.

Repair rights are the right to use waterways that can be used for farming, such as reservoirs. It is more precious to the farmer than life. Like how the famine started. At this time, the peasants had no choice but to hang on to the lord or the shrine who had the right to repair.

Instead of allowing the Lord or the Priest to travel the waterway, he orders two more taxes to be raised next year. The farmers must first survive this year, so they have to cry and agree to eat mustard. Just having a stream can make you rich in an instant.

Loyal to me for handing over such an important repair right...

“Where's the reservoir around here? It's so disgusting."

Of course, there is no infrastructure like poor mountain towns or reservoirs around my Castle. A small stream follows a few streams.

Even if I have such a stream, I must let the villagers handle it implicitly. If you want to put taxes on the stream, there 'll be a revolt. I can only act as a mediator when peasants say, "It's my turn to use the stream this time, no, it's my turn to use it," and "It's my turn to use the stream this time."

A glowing dog apricot.

“Wouldn't that be the best excuse? Huhu.”

Parsi smiles maliciously. Maybe I look the same.

Those who did not participate in treason, but eventually neglected it. Originally, we should be bound to coordination sin and exterminated. However, he quickly executed the traitor. The Lord should punish me appropriately.

I command them to be cautious. They're all wrapped up in generous punishment. I pledge allegiance again and advance my right to repair in return for my generosity. I accept that there will be no further penalties for this incident.

The Parsi and the Territorial People lay down their lives. I protect the lord's authority. Win-win.

“In addition, I have an idea. ”

“Oh, tell me about it. ”

“The farms left behind by the ruined villages. How about handing it over to you in exchange for a 7: 3 performance? You, the chieftain, are in charge of who you share it with. ”

Parsi was impressed.

“Ahhh. Will you take care of us, who might get worse off on probation?" ”

“Of course, in nominal terms, you will. Properly and fairly distributed. But that's enough to put you out of your misery. ”

“In addition, your reputation for opening property to peasants will pierce the sky. We're happy to eat the land, and we're happy to have more taxes. What a good sister and good husband. Now I understand why my lord is the Demon King. ”

I shrug.

“What? This is basic. ”

“But there's still one problem. This is a town without treason. If we end up like this, what about the villages with treason? The chiefs there blew their heads off, but I have a bad feeling about punishment. ”

“Hmm.”

That's what I'm worried about. What should I do?

“Huh. I have an idea. ”

“I'm looking forward to it. Tell me. ”

“There's only one thing I've done as a lord, to be honest. To stop the Goblin invasion. That's one thing.Since you disregarded your promise to your master over there, why don't you disregard it this time? ”

I was resilient.

“We can use the Goblins to raid the town! ”

“I see. Don't attack too hard, heh. Enough. If you play it right, they'll figure it out. Lord Demon King, we have done wrong, so please just look at us once, and we will fall to the ground. ”

“Ah. I'll just have to go and forgive you. Raise the tax by 1 and allocate a little more labor. ”

As a villager, you will be cleared of treason. You want to be cheaper. In the end, all problems are solved, with only the heads of their chiefs decapitated and no one on trial.

“Good call! Good call! You've got a pretty good head! ”

“Haha. I'm flattered. Where do you think the Demon King is? ”

“Huh-huh-huh.”

Two men gathered in the corner of the house and laughed maliciously. We felt so good, even though we might call ourselves perverts when we saw them. This is what politics tastes like. Don't you think?

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