No wonder the people in Virgia want to move their homes.

On the one hand, they were a little reluctant. Although these wooden houses and the living facilities inside were not valuable, they were just these simple residences that protected and protected them for many years.

On the other hand, many of them have never left the North. It is hard for the Vigians who have lived here all their lives to imagine that there is a place where they can resist the past without having to make a fire or even just wear a single dress.

More and more Vigian villagers were mobilized by the mercenaries, packing up their fine and soft spots in the open space in the village.

The only problem is the lack of transportation. Although each household has local dog sledding, it still seems that the transportation capacity is insufficient for family migration.

"The old man, women and children go first, and the young and strong finally set off with me! Get on the road quickly!"

Varé was commanding the crowd on the side, and women and children got on the few sleds first, and led by several young and strong people to the port.

But the old people in Vale's mouth refused to go first.

"Little Varre, your uncle, I am not old yet! Let the women go first!"

The white-haired elder was wearing the leather armor of an unknown animal and holding a mountain axe in his hand, standing with the young and strong people gathered in the village.

Although they were already fifty or sixty years old, they refused to accept their old age. In the eyes of the Virgians, as long as they could still move the axe, they would be the warriors guarding their families.

Link looked at the young and strong people gathered in the middle of the village. They all armed themselves, put on all the equipment, and found axe for chopping firewood, as if they were ready for battle.

"Why are they so sure that the baron will come?"

Link asked Vale.

"Boss, you'll know in a while."

Not long after, the Vigians scattered in other parts of the village also arrived one after another.

The land in the northern border is barren, and a large area of ​​land can support the family, so the people in the village live in scattered areas.

The people in the village exchanged greetings with the tribesmen who were rushing to come one after another, helped the women and children get on the sled, and asked them to follow each other to the Port of Rayyoke. The young and strong stayed and joined in the battle preparations.

Link watched the road at the entrance of the village being dragged by a sled, and gradually felt something was wrong.

"Varre, what wave is this?"

Link looked at the village full of waiting Vigya's young and strong people, and there was a constant stream of villagers coming in the distance.

Roughly speaking, the young and strong people on the field alone were hundreds of people.

"Boss, there are many of them from nearby villages.

Who has not had a few relatives nearby? Can you not share this good thing?"

Varre was a little guilty and pretended to be justified.

Link looked at him speechlessly, but he didn't expect that Varre, who had always been honest and steady, also had a smooth side.

But he was so happy, and he wanted to have more people as much as possible.

"Varre, find a guy to tell Parker to buy a few more boats, our boat is not enough."

Varre responded and turned around and arranged a clever young man Vigya, and drove a dog sled toward the port of Rayyoke.

......

The villagers came from afar. From noon to near evening, there were no more people in the village. The big guy moved to the open space outside the village and set up a bonfire to drive away the cold. The mercenaries from Miluo Island also took out the sugarcane wine they brought back to share.

Link looked at it and was almost numb: "Damn, how many people have you greeted? How many fucks have you been there? Are there two or three thousand?"

Link was numb and counted how many more ships he had to prepare to transport them back to Miluo Island.

January 1 is the New Year's Day that is common in mainland China. The Vigya guys in the village gather more and more, and they started singing and dancing under the bonfire and alcohol, just like celebrating the New Year.

Suddenly, a noise came from afar. Link quickly called his subordinates to go, worried that someone would cause trouble if they were drunk.

"...Do you want to rebel? Why don't you go back to your doghouse? Several villagers have run away. What do you want to do? If you don't go back, the rent will increase by half the next year!"

When I approached, I saw a middle-aged man in black who pointed at the bonfire and scolded Virgia by the bonfire. It was getting late and Link couldn't see the man's face.

"It's the Baron's rent collector."

Varé introduced on the side.

Link nodded. There was a group of people following behind the manager. Looking closely, they were two teams of guards armed with leather armor, totaling twenty people.

This is probably the confidence that the manager can be so arrogant even if he dares to face thousands of people.

The Vigya young and strong men, who were pointed at the nose, turned red with anger, and they held the firewood axe in their hands tightly, but did not dare to take the next move.

In this era, the noble lords were the rulers of this land. A murderer, even the civilians under the nobles, would arouse disgust from all the nobles. What awaits this civilian will leave their hometowns and avoid the rewards of the nobles. What’s worse is that their family members will be implicated and suffered.

"What do you call this?"

Link pushed away the crowd and walked to the manager.

The manager who was cursing was as if his neck was being pinched, suddenly there was no sound. He looked at the tall young man in front of him with great value in a hunting suit, especially the row of guards behind him armed with teeth and holding steel crossbows.

Link's leather armor was obtained from the Blackwater Island. Although the protection may not be very sophisticated, it has exquisite workmanship and impeccable appearance. It is matched with the antique Silver Mist Ranger's sword on his waist, giving this manager the feeling of a nobleman with a considerable background in front of him.

"I am a servant of Count Scott, and I am teaching these disobedient leaders under my rule. I wonder what this adult has to say?"

"Earl of Scott?"

Link didn't react for a moment.

"Will you not know that Baron Joey is the legitimate son of Earl Scott?"

The manager looked at the person in front of him with a puzzled look on his face.

"Don't talk about this, I have something to discuss with your baron."

It turned out that he was using the name of the count to suppress himself.

‘Just, I will offend the Duke of the Nord Kingdom, and am I still afraid of a mere Earl in the North?’

"Sir, please introduce yourself, otherwise I will not be able to communicate to the Baron."

The manager still looked at Link vigilantly, and glanced at the armed crossbowmen behind him. He dared to bring a number of guards holding steel crossbows in the New World. He was either brave or had a big background.

"Ivan Duyour, I am from the Wind Word Port in Nord South, come and talk about some deals with Baron Joey."

Link remembered the unlucky little white-faced reserve Knight.

"Oh, it turns out it's the Duyur family."

I don’t know if he really knows it or not, but this manager suddenly became familiar with it.

"You and these mud legs..."

The manager looked at Link who had walked out of the Virgians and looked at him.

"It doesn't matter. I'll pay them to bring me here. Take me to your baron quickly and discuss business early."

Link slapped the manager on the shoulder, frightening him to the point of being shocked.

"Let them hurry to the port, Varé, bring some well-equipped guys, and wait for me near the Baron Castle!"

While the manager was looking for a carriage, Link quickly explained.
Chapter completed!