Start as Inherited Baroness

Simon remained silent, but he found that the barons from old families began to look around and stare at the people around them.

It seemed that they were going to make trouble.

Sure enough, not long after, they seemed to have discussed it.

One of the barons, who was more burly, said: "Your Highness, Feddy, this is not appropriate.

Now that the territories in various parts of the West Seti are newly established, the fields are not well developed, there is a shortage of food, and there are not many free people to recruit...

There is no way to build a road. In my opinion, the current dirt road is good enough, and it will not be too late to build it later."

"This decree is not entirely your Highness's intention, but the order of Lord Macken, the Hand of the King.

The Orc Tribe Alliance has not been destroyed, but has been driven away. Sooner or later, they will have to go south.

If there is a wide road, it will be conducive to the transportation of supplies in the rear..." Adar immediately argued with him.

"But we don't have such strength now. We have to build a castle first, right?

We don't have as many slaves and construction workers as His Highness Fedi..." Another baron from an old family said.

"That's right! Up to now, not a single grain has been grown in the territory. It's all lost money. How can it be..."

These people are really tough and dare to shout in front of Prince Fedi.

Simon and other new nobles looked at each other and didn't say anything.

After arguing for a while, Prince Fedi suddenly seized a gap and asked them with a smile: "What do you think?"

Simon and others were stunned, and then they all looked at Baron Werir.

Feder. Bavarik smiled slightly when he saw this, and also cast his eyes on him, realizing that this person was the person in charge elected by the new nobles.

"Your Highness... At present, our territory is indeed very difficult. It is impossible to repair the road within five years. It is better to relax the deadline."

Werir's expression was a little stiff, and he said it with a stiff face, which was considered to be a taste of being roasted on the fire.

"Then, when do you think this deadline is appropriate?" Prince Ferdie asked slowly.

Upon hearing this, Willier was extremely entangled, and a layer of sweat was obviously on his cheeks.

At this time, not only Simon and others, but also those barons with deep backgrounds cast their eyes on him, very coldly.

"Reporting to Your Highness, I think it is best to wait until everyone's territory... when there are more free people...

In the end, it still depends... because... so..."

After racking his brains, Willier began to ramble. Although it was long and boring, it could not be said to be irrelevant.

"Okay! Let's set the deadline as fifteen years!" After a while, Prince Ferdie finally lost his patience and said with a look of surprise.

The barons from old families were still a little dissatisfied after hearing this, but after thinking for a while and exchanging glances with each other, they compromised.

After all, this is not a big deal, and the real show is still to come.

At this time, Willier was sweating all over, and almost used all the words he knew in his life.

He smiled bitterly and exchanged glances with Simon and the others, looking helpless.

At this time, Simon had already given him a thumbs up in his heart. He didn't know who taught him how to be so good at muddying things up.

"The next topic is that His Highness Fedi was assassinated yesterday. He had issued a reward. Those who captured the assassin would be promoted to baron.

Those who killed the assassin would be granted the title of fiefdom knight.

There were three assassins in total. Knight Tikli killed one... Baron Simon of Yongyi captured one and was granted the title of Sanshan Lord..."

As soon as these words came out, there was an obvious commotion in the lord's hall. Many people looked at Prince Fedi and then at Simon.

His expression did not change. He stood up and saluted respectfully, shouting, "Thank you, His Highness Fedi!"

In addition, several guards who were granted the title of fiefdom knights went to half-kneel and salute.

After Simon sat down again, he felt that many eyes were staring at him non-stop.

He also looked around and found that the people wearing the earl family emblems were all looking at him.

The eyes were scary, and it was obvious that they had no good intentions.

After Simon remembered the faces and their corresponding families, he stopped looking at them and closed his eyes to rest.

The meeting was carried out in an orderly manner. Except for the road construction, there was nothing important, and it was passed smoothly.

It was not until the issue of the distribution of free people that the atmosphere became tense again.

His Highness Fedi moved more than 18,000 households from the inland this time. He kept 8,000 households for himself and gave the rest to the barons.

The more people there are, the higher the productivity. This is a principle that everyone understands. If it is feasible, he would probably keep most of them.

But these free people need to consume food.

Even if they have money, money can't be eaten after all.

The total amount of food in an area is limited. If it exceeds the limit, there will be famine.

Prince Fedi has tens of thousands of troops under his command, plus slaves and laborers. The daily consumption of food is not a small amount, and it is impossible to carry too many free people.

So they can only be dispersed and resettled.

The difficulty in the current topic is not that there are not enough freemen to share, but that there are still a lot left.

The barons from senior families have their own channels, and there are already a lot of laborers in the territory, so they are not very interested.

They just asked for three to five hundred households casually, just for the sake of showing it.

The new nobles such as Willier who spoke first wanted it very much, but their ability to bear was limited. After all the calculations, they could only digest 3,000 households.

When it came to Simon, he thought for a while and said, "I want 3,000 households."

As soon as these words came out, many people in the hall looked at him, with inexplicable expressions in their eyes, which were difficult to guess.

"Baron Simon, you have to settle them well, and there can't be too many casualties.

It is not easy to immigrate from the inland to the West Sete. After this batch, I don't know how long it will take for the kingdom to organize again."

Prince Ferdi Bavarik looked at him and said solemnly.

"No problem, I can settle these 3,000 free people." Simon said firmly.

"Okay, that's it." Prince Ferdi Bavarik nodded with satisfaction and said no more.

"Then there are more than 2,000 households with nowhere to go. It's almost winter, and there is not much food to collect in the wilderness." Edar Rhodes continued.

Everyone fell silent for a while. There are a number of caravans from the inland to sell food here, and it's not that there are always any.

If these people are taken in rashly, once a famine occurs, the free people will become mobs and rebels. No one is willing to take such a risk.

"My father-in-law, Kelley, has delivered a lot of food to them before. If it doesn't work, I'll take them in.

It would be pitiful if more than 2,000 families were driven to the wilderness."

Simon pondered for a while, and finally said softly, with a compassionate look.

Thanks to the food he had been collecting, it was enough for these people to survive the winter, and it would not be a problem to survive until the harvest season next year.

The only thing he considered was whether it would be too ostentatious. After weighing the pros and cons, he decided to take these free people.

More than 5,000 families, once they are settled, if they are aggressive, they can at least draw out 5,000 militiamen, which is too tempting.

It would not be a problem to select and train one or two thousand qualified soldiers from them.

If Simon can gather 6,000 troops with a wave of his hand, what ghosts and gods would he be afraid of!