The Defeated Dragon

How dare you!

After listening to the patrol, Lester flashed his mind, which was like touching porcelain on a lord's head - even a lord's cheap.

However, he did not listen to one side of the patrol.

“Sean, you go ask Hunter if he demolished his cabin himself. ”

“Yes, my lord! ”

Soon after returning from the knight Sean, he arrived at the same time, as well as Gaultai. As a result, Hunt heard that the materials for the renovation of the cabin were paid for by the castle and threatened to replace every piece of wood in his cabin. Then, Happy was sad and the cabin fell.

“Teacher Gaultai, what do you think we should do?” There was no outrage on Lister's face, just a faint inquiry.

“Damn bitch, deserve to be beaten to death!” Gaultai shouted back, "My lord, Hunter, a liberal untouchable, dared to greed even the sacred and inviolable things of the castle, should be heavily punished, I think he should be reduced to serfdom and flogged another hundred! ”

There are a lot of surrounding civilians.

Hearing Gaultai's voice, he couldn't help but shrink his neck, devalue himself as a serf, flog a hundred, and beat people to death alive. In particular, a few civilians, also moving their hands and feet in their own cabins, tried to take advantage of the price, and almost both legs began to tremble when they heard about it.

Lust faded momentarily, sneaking toward home, ready to shove the moving wood back...

Honestly, a hundred lashes is a little heavy.

Sin does not die.

But Hunter's behavior made Lester quite unhappy - he tried to lead Flower Town to Xiaokang himself, and someone didn't know how to thank him and wanted to take advantage of him.

This culture must not be fuelled and must be stifled.

“For the sake of the fact that he had been struck in the arm, the whipping was remembered for the time being. After his wounds had healed, he was given 50 lashes twice each. ”

He glanced at the nervous civilians around him and told Gorte, "Do your job, I don't want to find another person, do something like that. ”

“as you wish, my lord! ”

There was a cruel smile on Gorte's face: "I would let these stupid civilians know if it was a few pieces of wood that mattered or if it was their own lives. ”

After this outbreak, Lester was not interested in continuing to visit the wooden house renovation tournament.

Turn the horse and return to the castle.

……

The dragonfly worm grass in the dragonfly field has gradually recovered, and the magic has been able to flow steadily in the worm grass. The dark spots and dead leaves are gradually becoming greener.

After watching the dragonfly, Lester rode around the stables again.

Finally, go back under the green apple tree and ride the cold.

Carter, who just came out of the cellar with a set of keys, walked over. His pace was slow, his old man was restless, his clothes were always meticulous and a little worn, but the iron was very flat, without any threads or wrinkles.

“Master, you don't seem to be in a good mood. ”

“Looks like my mood is written on my face. ”

“What can I share with you?” Carter asked with a smile and was kind enough to immediately feel the warmth of the ocean.

Lester asked Thomas to move a stool for Carter and went on to say, "Mr. Carter, do you think I'm a qualified lord? ”

“I have never doubted that, with the bravery of the tulip family and the mercy, justice, humility and honor of the nobility on you, you have always been honored by the knight. ”

“Has Flower Town changed in the last six months? ”

“It changed so much that I remember when I first came to Flower Town, the faces of the inhabitants of the town were numb, and now they were like freshmen, and I saw a lot of smiling faces, more than I'd seen anywhere else. Everyone misses your grace. ”

“Not all.” Lester took an ice juice, drank it, cooled it from his throat to his stomach, and spread it all over his body, "today met a civilian who wanted a castle to repair his new house for free, demolished his old cabin without any regard for the grace I had given him. ”

“You do not deserve to be angry with such civilians, who, unlike noble nobles, are always full of vices. ”

“Well, I accept your assertion.” Lester put away the discomfort in his heart, "in fact, Teacher Gaultai's whip has quenched my anger. ”

Maybe he didn't even find out.

He has become more and more in the position of nobility to think about issues.

As a transcender, Lester has not been able to reverse the sky and change this great age. Little by little, he betrayed the idea of communism and fell into the position of the exploitative class.

It is not far from becoming a qualified indigenous.

But for this he has his own words to refute: "My ideal is to ride a dragon, not change the world! ”

……

The wooden house renovation congress lasted five full days.

It couldn't go on because, on this day, the north wind whistled and the clouds covered the sky. Alfalfa grass on the stables swings with the wind and you can't get up straight for a moment.

The servants of the castle were busy installing the wooden panels on the windows and blocking the rain.

If you have money, Lester can carve it into glass with crystals and mount it on a window, just like Tulip Castle. But he wasn't so luxurious, that crate of crystals, but he left it to build magic later. Temporary castle windows are shielded by removable wooden panels.

In addition, each window has a straw woven curtain that usually covers the sun and mosquitoes.

Not now, the wind outside will blow the curtain.

Once installed, the castle was less bright and dimmer. Carter was busy letting his servants light candles in the study, living room and other rooms to restore light to the room. Now that Lester's wallet is adequate, he can light more candles and light five or six in the study.

“Mr. Carter, don't worry about wasting, my room needs to be bright enough. Reading in the dark light can be very harmful to the eyes. ”

Lister looked at it boringly with a novel in her hand.

He has read all the 182 books in the castle more than twice, basically tens of thousands of words more and thousands fewer.

He admired the writers of these knight novels, who, in thousands of words, had to write a full story of the twists and turns. And there are dragons, princesses, knights, kings, wars, banquets… Otherwise nobles will buy their books.

Nobles don't buy books, and these desperate little nobles who write all sorts of fabricated stories starve to death - without doubt, choosing to write, are basically desperate nobles.

Civilians cannot write at all.

“Master, look at the weather, it's going to rain heavily today. ”

“The next storm is fine, and several ponds in Flower Town are about to dry up, desperately needing rainwater replenishment. ”

“I hope it doesn't break crops and affect taxes this season.” Carter lifted a plank and looked out into the gloomy sky and said with concern.

“Don't be nervous, there's no shortage of food in the castle today, and there's no shortage of food in the town, and the East Coast is the cafeteria in Flowertown.” Lester said lightly.

He leaned against the back of the chair and his gaze did not fall on the Knight Novel in front of him.

Instead, we're looking at a smog, which distorts a serpentine: "Complete the task and reward the thorns of the spike mutant quickie variety. ”