Release that Witch

Early in the morning, Roland was awakened by the cold. He climbed out of the cold bed, put on a wool coat, and dipped his feet into a warm bucket.

This is the corrupt privilege he can enjoy as the prince of the prince. Every morning, the maid will put the hot water on his bed, in addition to a clean towel and hot milk, so that he can The body instantly recovers warmth.

Of course, he feels that he is enough to converge than the big aristocrats who generally call for a warm bed. The original four princes brought the maid, Tyre, to fight this idea, but unfortunately they did not enjoy it. Roland didn't like this practice, so he gave the vacant position to the old and experienced old maid. In fact, this choice is quite correct. At present, there are many witches in the castle, but she still plays inside and outside the castle. Well organized.

The flame in the fireplace has long since been extinguished, leaving only the white fly ash. There was a cold wind blowing in the window behind, and it was hard to believe that it is still Zhongqiu. Roland wiped his feet and washed it with another pot of hot water. He went to the window and closed the window that opened for a night.

Although open fire fireplaces are very common in this era, he is still worried about carbon monoxide poisoning, leaving a gap every night when sleeping. In the first half of the night, the indoor temperature can still be kept warm. As the firewood burns out, it is no different from the outdoor in the early hours of the morning.

I have to think of a way to solve this problem, Roland thought, otherwise I would not sleep if I want to sleep late.

After breakfast, he took the nightingale, the chief knight and a group of guards to go to the city wall for a routine inspection.

A large piece of grass is separated from the old city wall by the old city wall. Now it has become a piece of white, walking on the thick snow, and the sole will make a loud noise.

Looking up, the sky is a touch of gray, and occasionally a bunch of snow flutters into his neck, bringing a trace of cold. He knows that such weather is likely to continue into the spring of ... even longer.

“How is the line of defense?”

"It’s much better than the last time," Carter Lannis looked relaxed. "The majority of the First Army soldiers have been on the battlefield and have a revolver rifle. A wall of about 100 meters is only required to be guarded by ten people. Can suppress the evil beasts that are spinning underneath. And the new city wall is half a meter higher than the previous stone wall, and it is difficult for the wolf species to jump directly to the city. It is completely for the soldiers to practice shooting. As long as there is no mixed species of evil beasts, This group of monsters don't want to cross the line of defense."

"So good."

Roland climbed the wall and the soldiers stood up and saluted him. As far as this spirit is concerned, it has already been judged by the original militia fighters. At that time, although everyone stood on the wall, it seemed to puncture the wooden gun neatly, but it was just a conditional reflection formed by repeated training of one action. Their eyes were full of numbness and the movements were stiff. If you look closely, you can still find that most of the people's legs are shaking slightly.

Now the soldiers have a confident look in their eyes. After the ceremony, they will re-focus their attention and continue to monitor the battlefield.

Walking along the wall to the side of the fascinating forest, it seems to be a lot of fun.

Temporary dwellings built for serfs and fugitives are placed in this area, looking down from the wall, and only the long strips of soil are arranged in parallel, like undulating wavy lines. There are more than ten rooms in each raised slope, and the structure is exactly the same as that of the cave. The thick soil wall can maintain the indoor temperature, plus the heating artifacts, the linen can be kept away from the cold.

The whole residence is divided into two large blocks. The block near the city wall is called the west area and is used to house the fugitives. The east area far from the city wall is divided into serfs.

Every day, the City Hall sends people to distribute food and charcoal, and the fugitives also need to provide logistics for the first army to protect the walls. As for the serfs, most of them have saved enough wheat, except for some thoughts. The people go out to find a miscellaneous job, earn extra money for themselves, and others rarely leave the warm house.

At this moment, there was a fierce dispute over the junction of the East and West Districts. Roland looked at the sound and saw a group of people around the avenue in the middle of the residential area, arguing about something. One of them was wearing a blue and white uniform and seemed to be the clerk of the City Hall. Soon the quarrel escalated into a fight, and the two people were smashed into a ball, and the scene was chaotic.

"His Royal Highness?" Carter asked.

"Let's see," Roland nodded.

A group of people came to the trouble-making place, the chief knight took the lead, and rushed into the crowd of people, and two or three people knocked down the most fierce people. Roland's guards also pulled out their long swords and drunk everyone to stop, and the scene was quickly controlled.

After discovering that the people were actually the lords, the two waves of people fell to the ground.

"What is your name?" Roland looked at the clerk who had two punches on his face and frowned. "What happened here, who attacked you first?"

"His Highness, I am Koia Harveys," he muttered. "It’s the **** fugitive who got the first move, the guy in brown linen! I’m still distributing food, he’s like a bad dog. I rushed up."

The fugitive pointed out by Koya looked up. "His Highness, things are not as he said. These people and serfs collude to extort us. Every porridge needs to collect money. When you take us, you clearly said these. All are distributed free of charge!"

Roland was a little surprised. The fugitives in the east have been sorted out by the city hall. Anyone who is a craftsman, a special person or a literate person has moved into a ring. It is reasonable to say that the rest are ordinary civilians. However, from the tone and wording of his speech, it is not like a civilian can tell.

In retrospect, the member of the City Hall, who was swearing at the insulting words of the dead, the evil dog, was really disappointing. Since there is a name and a surname... Ten out of ten is the knight of the Duke of Ryan.

"I did say that before you were officially included in Bianbu Town, the porridge and the house were free," Roland repeated in front of all the fugitives. "Now, this is still valid!"

"His Royal Mercy!"

"Long live the Lord!"

"Thank you, Your Royal Highness!"

The fugitive shouted.

And Koya Harvey's face suddenly became iron.

"However, fighting in the territory hurts people, and also violates the law, especially attacking a member of the city hall," Roland said to the guards. "Catch the fugitives and serfs who are hitting hands and bring them to the castle. I will personally try this fight."

He paused and then looked at Coya with great interest. "I also want to ask you, what is the charge of the porridge?"

(To be continued. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

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