Start as Inherited Baroness

"Baron Simon is really kind. Then the remaining freemen will belong to you."

Aidar glanced at him for a few times, then looked at Prince Ferdy, and said immediately after getting the signal.

Simon nodded, responded respectfully, and stopped talking.

At this time, Willier's eyes changed when he looked at him. He was surprised and puzzled, and was slightly absent-minded. I don't know what he was thinking.

"Brother, do you have so much food in your hand?" Morse beside him couldn't help but leaned close to him and asked quietly.

"There is always a way out." Simon smiled mysteriously, replied, and said nothing more.

"This meeting entered the last topic. During this period, many lords had various accidents and their families were unfortunately killed.

We need to select an excellent lord for these places again!

The vacant territories now are...

Because the wife of Baron Hela of the Fearless Territory, Gini Hollen, survived the bandit attack, the Hollen family can inherit the territory...

The family of Baron Sundi of the Thatched Territory suffered..." Aidar announced slowly.

Simon attracted everyone's attention again.

Most of the barons present only had one piece of land, but he had three. He couldn't keep a low profile even if he wanted to.

The eyes of the new nobles such as Willier also changed subtly when they looked at him.

Simon was still calm, with a calm face, and was not moved by external things.

"Our Borona family blocked an orc army alone at the North Gorge Pass... We should be granted the title..."

"How dare you say that! It was broken in less than an hour! It's a shame..."

The focus of this topic was not him, but the old nobles who were fighting for the territory, who were arguing fiercely at this time.

Slapping the table was a small matter, and they almost fought.

Simon was amazed and thought to himself: "Shouldn't this be discussed behind the scenes? Why are they arguing at the meeting?"

He couldn't figure it out, but it didn't stop him from watching the show.

It would be nice if there were some melon seeds at this time.

Simon and other new nobles were all spectators, watching the situation in the field escalate step by step.

At first they were just arguing, then they slammed the table and argued, and then left the long table and argued with each other, but fortunately they didn't really fight.

"Okay! If you can't decide, just draw lots! It depends on luck! Whatever you draw counts!"

Prince Feidi seemed to have seen this kind of scene many times, and his face was very calm.

When the representatives of the old nobles were a little tired of making a fuss, he spoke out to make a decision.

"Yes! Your Highness, let's draw lots!" They couldn't argue with a result, so they had to agree.

Soon, a servant presented some blank wooden signs, and Prince Feidi marked them himself and put them on the table.

"Come and pick one." He smiled and said.

The representatives of the old nobles paused, and then a bright-eyed, medium-sized man took the lead, hesitated a little, and picked up the wooden sign in the middle.

He glanced at it, his face was slightly gloomy, but he didn't look corrupted. It was probably different from his expectations, but not too much.

Afterwards, others also walked over and picked wooden signs. Soon, the ownership of the territory was settled.

Some were happy and some were sad.

However, none of this had anything to do with Simon. The first meeting of nobles in the Western Seti King Territory ended here.

Next was the enthronement ceremony presided over by Prince Feddy. The enthroned nobles went over and knelt one by one to take the oath.

Simon knelt twice with pain and joy, and took the Fearless Territory and the Three Mountains Territory into his pocket, which aroused the envy and jealousy of many people.

It was not until the evening that all the activities were completed.

This time, Prince Feddy was not stingy and invited everyone to have dinner together, which was also a less formal banquet.

After eating and drinking, the noble lords dispersed.

Simon took his people back to the lord's hotel and stayed overnight.

The next day, he assembled the army and followed the officials sent by Prince Feddy to the free people's camp in the south.

He arrived earlier, and only Willier had arrived at the scene, and the other baron lords were nowhere to be seen.

Simon looked at the messy scene in the camp and asked the official beside him: "Can we select by person?"

"No, Baron, we can only take them by household.

Actually, they are all the same. There are no old, weak, sick or disabled people who can walk here."

The official smiled respectfully. This man was also a noble, but he was just the son of a feudal knight.

"Okay, bring the list. I want to select about 5,000 households." Simon nodded and said.

The official immediately opened several parchment rolls and held the list in his hand and showed it to him.

Simon looked carefully for a while and did not make a rash choice. Among them, the free people in the king's territory were the most, followed by the river bend, and the least were the stream land.

"Sarrit, arrange people to go to the free people's camp to select on the spot, try to select strong households, and the river bend will be selected last.

The standard is 60 years old, and those over this age will not be accepted.

By the way, if there are special skills, don't worry about the age limit, bring them all." Simon ordered.

"Yes!" Sarrit responded and arranged hundreds of people to enter the camp to select.

Those who were selected packed their bags and waited in an open space east of the camp.

It was not until noon that this work was completed.

There were already tens of thousands of people waiting in the open space east of the camp. At a glance, it was a sea of ​​people.

Simon looked at this scene, feeling happy but also worried.

"So many people, 5,000 households, that's more than 20,000 people... Oh my god..." he thought to himself.

"Mailan, take this money and go to the market over there to buy food, carriages, ox carts and so on.

And weapons, buy more spears and wooden shields."

He thought for a while, reached into his bag, grabbed a few golden eagles, and said to the guards beside him.

"Yes, sir!" Mailan responded and went with dozens of soldiers.

"Sarrit! Come here!"

"Yes! Sir!"

Sarrit was originally leading people to maintain order. Hearing the call, he immediately trotted over.

"Tell them that the next place to go is Yongyi Territory. I took them in and will be their lord in the future!

And, in my territory, only 40% of the tax will be collected in the next 20 years.

In addition, select some strong men from them and form a temporary militia team of 2,000 people.

I will provide the food for the temporary militia."

Simon ordered calmly.

With so many people, the 500 or so people he brought could not guard them at all, so they had to recruit soldiers on the spot.

"Yes, Baron! I will organize them now!" Sarit also knew the importance of this task and said solemnly.

"Well, go ahead."

Simon nodded and rode on his warhorse, so that he would be taller than the free people and could be seen by everyone.

Sarit then took people to do the work.

"Listen carefully, this is the Baron of Yongyi Territory, Simon Hollen! He will be your lord in the future!

You are about to set off for Yongyi Territory! There are endless plains, clear rivers and dense forests!

You can cultivate a lot of good land and have no worries about food! Moreover, Baron Simon Hollen promised that he would only collect 40% of taxes in the next 20 years!

This winter, Baron Simon will also provide you with food to survive the cold wind..."

Sarit shouted loudly, and the free people gradually quieted down and listened carefully.