Before the 28th day of the storm

Schwab felt very depressed. Since he had a smile on Little Lunell's sister, the young nobleman's eyes lit up immediately. He would linger with Schwab whenever he had the chance all day long, talking about his beautiful sister, as if he had the spirit of an elite salesman, making Schwab very big. This was also his carelessness that he forgot about this era. It was so common for young noble women to be attracted to the nobles of his superiors, and it was so common for them to have a dew. This was also a strange way for the nobles to deepen friendship.

"Sir, it's not the sister I said that not only has her skin as white as milk, but her eyes are like blue sea. You can understand this when you look at my eyes~~~~." Little Lunel Barabala kept clamoring in Schwab's ears. Schwab covered his ears helplessly and looked at Srick and others, but these people were unfaithfully away from the source of the noise and despised Schwab, who asked you to provoke his sister.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you nothing to do?" Seeing that foreign aid had no hope, Schwab had to use the great magic weapon of work and hoped to send Little Lunell away.

"Aren't I worried about you?" Little Lunel looked at Schwab innocently, as if Schwab had let down his good intentions, and Schwab was shocked and didn't know where to start.

"What are you worried about me?"

"Look, if you meet my sister, but you don't know what my sister has, for example, she hates men wearing yellow clothes, I guess it's probably her first man who always likes a slut who wears yellow fancy clothes, and abandons her, poor sister~~~." As he said that, Little Lunel began to talk nonstop again. Schwab stared at his eyes and felt that the young nobleman in front of him had reduced his patience to the extreme, and this was something that he had never experienced when he attacked the most critical attack on Oshevik Castle.

"I said." Schwab clenched his fists with both hands and panted to a certain 38 man.

"What?" someone said unconsciously.

"You must not have sent me to punish me."

"Of course not, I don't want you to win my sister's favor."

"My grass, you still say~~~." Suddenly, Schwab's voice was heard from the castle, followed by a man who escaped from Schwab's room, and saw various objects flying behind him.

"Damn it, huhhh." Schwab looked at Little Lunell's back angrily, and couldn't help but be amused. What kind of guy is this? He looked very reliable during the negotiations, but later he became more and more disgusting. Not only did he often tease the maids in the logistics, but he also wandered around. He was simply a scattered treasure. However, his blessings eased the atmosphere in the castle after the war. After all, not only was the rigorous Mar's army here, but the noble servants and soldiers were almost crazy by this serious life.

"Sir Earl, that boy is quite interesting, haha." Sir Korrow teased and walked into Schwab's room, twisting a skin ale in his hand. Schwab glared at him, why didn't he see it just now?

"What did you do?"

"Oh, I took the Husar cavalry and investigated the situation in the Northeast Territory together. There seemed to be movements in the four major families and mobilization of the army."

"They already know that we have occupied Fort Oshevido?"

"It should be right, so much trouble, their spies should bring all the news back to their respective territories."

"But they don't seem to be planning to come here to be loyal to me." Schwab touched the golden beard on his chin. It would be great if he could not fight, but since the other party was unwilling to surrender on his own initiative, Schwab didn't mind using his iron fist to force them to withdraw from the stage of history.

"Yes, after all, we are outsiders, and the civilians here don't care who is the ruler, which is very advantageous." Sir Coro said.

"Yes, we can win over these civilians. As for the monastery, let Srick do the work again, it will be beneficial to us if we can reduce some enemies."

"Okay, Count, oh, there's another thing." Koro followed Schwab's orders. Just as he was about to leave, he seemed to remember something important. He quickly turned around and said to Schwab, "Last time in the Battle of Little Plains, my cavalry and I suffered a great loss. After that, we summarized it and decided to increase our attack methods, so report to you."

"Oh, what?" Schwab has always encouraged the officers of the Mark Legion to be good at summarizing after the war. Now that Sir Korrow can talk to him so seriously, Schwab is very happy.

"We want to add some long-range weapons. Our cavalry is fast and the soldiers have strong arm strength. If you add long-range weapons, you can use long-range weapons to strike before approaching the enemy, and then rush to kill. This will be a little better, what do you think?"

"Well, it's great, let's create some javelins for you." Schwab heard Sir Koro's advice, and immediately remembered the famous Spanish javelin soldiers. After they met the enemy, they first shot the enemy with a terrible short javelin projection, and then rushed in melee combat that was amazing.

"Jaberlin, this is a good idea." Sir Coro left with satisfaction.

In the town where the civilians of Stocking County gathered, several Husar cavalry came to the town and walked to the gate because the crowd was the most common. Then they found a large wooden barrel next to them. A Husar cavalry in colorful clothes stood on the wooden barrel and loudly announced to the civilians passing by in his rough voice that Schwab's friendly policy to treat civilians, including the freedom of trade, some adjustments to taxation, and the safety of citizens. In general, this is Schwab's release of friendly and kindness to the residents of the town, but some of them will not be happy with the development of this momentum.

"Master Bern, it seems that this new Count really treats himself as his new master." A man who also covered his face next to Baron Bern said. The group looked like dusty traders, but indeed behind them were several trucks, full of wool.

"We go to find the mayor, and we cannot let his power expand again." Baron Bern led the team and walked in the narrow and rugged streets. The muddy roads squeaked loudly. There were many washing clothes for citizens on the houses on both sides. When they arrived at a house near the church, they stopped moving forward. Several guards with swords behind them looked vigilantly, and then went forward to knock on the wooden door.

"Who is it?" An old voice sounded, and then the wooden door made a creaking sound. An old man with white hair looked at the suspicious person outside with his turbid eyes.

"Is the mayor here?" Baron Bern stepped forward and pushed open the door rudely, asking the old man.

"Who are you?" the old man was startled, but he dared not move because he saw that these people were all carrying weapons.

"Who is it?" A middle-aged man's voice came from the inside of the house. Baron Bernie heard that it was the mayor of the town, Bonikofu, who had an influence on the town of Stockington.

"I, Baron Bernie."

"It's you? Why do you have time to come to me?" The mayor was sturdy, with a soft hat with a certain dome, brown-red hair, a high nose and a wide chin. He looked at the baron and his party who threatened his old servants in dissatisfaction.

"We have something to look for you."

"Okay, come in, Old Mah, go and have some drinks." Bonikofu turned around and let the Baron and his party into his house. The living room of his family was spacious, with blazing flames in the fireplace, keeping the room warm. On the bonfire of the fireplace, a stew pot was emitting an attractive fragrance.

"Does your day look good?" Baron Bern sat comfortably on a birch chair, with many dried reeds on the floor under his feet, and others were seated or standing.

"Tell me, what's the matter with me?" Bonikofu frowned and looked at the Baron and his group. Although the nobles were of higher rank than him, in fact, these nobles would also come to the town to do business. After all, in order to maintain the war, the income from the manor land was not enough, so he was not worried that these nobles would be unfavorable to him.

"At the gate, I saw the lackey of the guy who called himself Earl of Stocking, selling bait."

"Well, this town is neutral and anyone can come."

"But it seems that your neutral situation is about to change," said Baron Bern.

"What's the meaning?"

"Hmph, for this half-century period, what do you think this town can become a free trade place? Isn't it because we have never had a monarch? Do you think any so-called Count of Stettin will allow merchants to manage this town with golden eggs? No, they won't, just as Han Ruowei belongs to Duke Han Ruowei, and this place will become the private property of the Count."

"We will talk to him. This is the free trader capital, which is a tradition." Bonikofu said loudly.

"Negotiation, hum, cowardly behavior, do you think you can impress the other party with words? Don't forget that Oshevedo Castle has fallen into their hands. I dare say that the next target of the greedy monarch is here."

"He won't succeed." Bonikofu said confidently.

"Yes, join forces with us. Only in this way can everyone have a chance to survive."

"I can't make the decision of this, I have to pass the decision of the town council."

"Very good, then put it on the agenda." Baron Bern stood up, and when he turned around, a treacherous smile appeared on his lips, as if everything was in his control.
Chapter completed!