Leaving

The blue sky stretches as far as the eye can see, and the dark mine is silent.

  Mine supervisors gathered at the foot of the mine, surrounded by miners.

  There are still some shocking stumps in the open space in front of the mine.

What happened last night has already fermented. The town is not big, and a little trouble can spread throughout the town. Many residents know that there are monsters in the mine, and many people died, which caused panic in the town. Some people with a little extra money at home are all ready to flee to the next town or a city a little further away.

   And those who have no money at home can't escape. After all, moving is not only a simple move, but also a residence in a new place, furniture purchases, a new job, and even a carriage hired for relocation is a big expense. Rather than living without money, it is better to live here than to live here. After all, there is the baron's family in the town.

  A carriage approached slowly, the carriage was a bit exquisite, and there were copper decorations of rose flowers on the guardrail at the edge of the carriage.

  Seeing the familiar carriage, the overseer recognized that it was the carriage of Baron Flo's family in the town.

  The supervisor looked solemn, stopped, and walked quickly into the distance.

   "My lord." The supervisor stopped and said respectfully.

  This iron mine belongs to Baron Flo's family, and these supervisors are also servants of the baron's family, and they bought this position at a price.

  The blue curtain in front of the carriage was lifted, and a man with a gray beard, wearing a suit, and meticulously groomed got out of the carriage.

  "Butler Donate." The supervisor stopped and stood beside the carriage, his waist slightly bent.

   Butler Doyent is an old man in the baron's family. He has served two barons, and his status in the family is not low.

   "Well, the baron already knows about the things here. He is not feeling well today, so let me handle the things here." Donate said.

   "Iron mines are the economic pillar of the town, and work must be resumed as soon as possible." Donate said, "This is what the Baron means."

   "My lord, there is panic everywhere in the town now, and these miners are unwilling to go to work in the mine. They all say that there are monsters in the mine, so they dare not go to work." The supervisor smiled wryly.

   "Well, Lord Baron has considered this, and has already gone to the nearest city of Munster to invite priests and demon hunters to drive away the monsters in the mine." Butler Donate said.

"But don't suspend work for the next few days. The iron ore that Earl Hobbs bought from the baron in the north must be delivered before the end of the month, and the other party's convoy will arrive before the end of the month. No matter what method you use, there should be iron ore Production has to be achieved."

"yes."

"Some people want to leave the town. The baron is very dissatisfied. You have to be careful not to let some miners leave secretly. This town is the territory of the baron, and the people in the town are also the subjects of the baron. No Who can leave the town without the Lord Baron's permission." Butler Donate said slowly.

   "Understood." The supervisor nodded.

  The other side of the town, next to the main road leading to the south.

   There are five or six sheriffs staying.

  The middle of the road was blocked by horizontal wooden piles, and the sheriff with a sword on his waist and a flintlock gun in his hand was checking the passers-by.

   "Isn't this the old Yorick from the tailor in the town? Where are you going with so many things?"

  The sheriff stopped the old man, and then picked the carriage behind old Yorick with the long sword in the scabbard.

  The wagon behind old Yorick holds some salutes.

   "I'll go into town and buy some cloth," said old Yorick.

   "No, the baron has spoken today, and everyone is not allowed to leave the town."

  The sheriff said in a cold voice.

  Old Yorick froze, he rubbed his hands, "Your Majesty, I really just went to the city to get some cloth, my tailor shop is almost out of cloth."

   "That doesn't work either, go back!"

  Pedestrians in front of them were interrogated. These sheriffs checked very carefully, and even dogs passing by had to leave a pinch of dog hair.

  Even businessmen who want to go south will be questioned repeatedly.

  In the distance, a carriage slowly approached.

  Old Kim, who was driving the carriage, could not help but look sad when he saw the security gate blocking the road ahead closed.

   This scene is all too familiar to him.

  The local nobles in these towns are local overlords. Although the kingdom promulgated the "Citizenship Act" decades ago, citizens who have legal jobs and pay taxes to the kingdom should enjoy the normal treatment. They are protected by law.

  This decree expanded the scope of citizens, and also made the king at that time receive the support of many citizens.

  Before this, the concept of citizens was limited to a small number of groups, and only a small number of powerful groups other than nobles belonged to "citizens".

  But although these decrees were promulgated, they only slightly increased the status of the common people in the kingdom.

  In fact, in some remote areas, or territories ruled by great nobles for many years, this decree is almost like a blank sheet of paper.

   Some stubborn and old-fashioned nobles still arrogantly think that the people in the territory are their private property.

  The residents of the town basically know these sheriffs.

  The town is only this big, and basically, everyone I know knows everyone.

   Even if they don't know each other, passing pedestrians and caravans still need to pay the sheriff a sum of money to get through safely.

   "Stop." The sheriff looked old Kim up and down.

  Looks unfamiliar, not like a person from the town.

  The order of the noble lord is not to let the people in the town leave, but if this happened, of course, we should take this opportunity to blackmail other people.

   Now is a dangerous moment, and there is no guarantee that someone will fish in troubled waters.

   "The people inside also look at it." The sheriff said coldly.

   "Master, there are all my guests inside." Old Kim said.

   "I'll see if it's your guest." The sheriff said impatiently.

  Beside him stood a slightly fatter man with a ruddy face and short brows who raised his firearm and pointed it at Old Kim's head. He said viciously: "You old fellow, you don't want to die, do whatever our captain tells you to do, and let you eat bullets if you talk nonsense."

  In the carriage, Lynn, who was sitting by the window and flipping through his notes, closed his notes.

  Lin En glanced at the teacher next to him. Angelet closed his eyes. He was obviously too lazy to deal with such trivial matters.

  Lin En knew that he should solve these things by himself, otherwise if these people ran into the teacher, he would be scolded.

   "Okay, Mr. Sheriff, we are travelers from the north to the south, not people from your town." The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and Lynn poked his head out of the carriage.

  The sheriff looked at the handsome Lynn and maliciously speculated that this might be the child molestation of a rich man.

   "Open the curtains," the sheriff ordered.

   "It's my teacher inside, he's older and in poor health," Lynn said and handed over a few silver coins.

  The magistrate took the silver coin, glanced at it, and weighed it. Based on his hand feeling and experience, he estimated that there were at least seven or eight coins. It seemed to be a fat sheep.

   If there were real nobles, there would not be only such a few people. Naturally, the nobles would not be able to provoke him, but other than the nobles, everyone else was easy to talk about.

   "Why do I feel that you are a bit like a family member in the town, let me think about it." The sheriff stretched out his hand and spread his palms as he spoke.

  The face was full of the wantonness of holding Lynn.

  They are like wild dogs on the side of the road. The tougher you are, the more afraid you become. The weaker you are, the more they think you can be bullied.

  The corners of Lynn's lips raised slightly, with a gentle smile on his face, "Okay, wait a minute."

  Seeing that the young man in front of him was scared, the magistrate sneered in his heart, whoever you are, as long as you are not a nobleman, you have to be obedient in front of me.

  Backing to the carriage, Lynn took out his staff and passed it through the gap in the curtains.

   His eyes fell on the sheriff outside the carriage.

  Mind the spiritual shock in my heart.

  The light at the top of the staff became stronger and stronger.

  The sheriff in uniform outside the carriage sneezed, rubbed his nose, and looked around.