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"No problem! I know it's not easy for your caravan to sell food. Just pay the market price here."

Simon smiled slightly and said.

"Thank you, Lord Viscount, for your understanding!" the fat man said with a respectful smile.

"How much does it cost per pound?" Simon asked softly.

"Sir, twenty bronze stars per pound."

The fat man looked at him greedily with a shy face, and quoted the price cautiously.

"How much!?" Simon looked stern and asked with a frown.

With a swish sound, Airei beside him drew his sword and slapped the man on the shoulder, making him tremble and tremble.

"Big...big! Sir! We are the caravan of Earl Brenner's family in the River Bend. Please calm down, calm down!"

The fat man stared sideways at the sword on his left shoulder and said nervously.

At this time, there was a commotion outside. His armed guards raised their weapons, but they were quickly surrounded by Guards soldiers.

At the same time, Phyllis also commanded the soldiers of the Western Guards to come closer.

"Lord Viscount! This is on the territory of Changlin Town, what are you going to do?

I'm not as evil as this damn fat man. My rye only costs eight bronze stars per pound, which is today's market price..."

When the other caravan leaders saw this, they all became nervous. One of them, a strong man, said quickly.

"Very good, you are quite honest, I want all your food and carriage.

Mailan counted the money and paid him. "

Simon nodded kindly towards him, took off the bag filled with golden eagles from his waist, and threw it to Mailan.

"Yes! Sir!"

Mailan reached out and took it, and the crisp sound from the bag reached the ears of everyone nearby.

"Lord Viscount! I also have eight bronze stars per pound! Just now, the villain was deceived by lard, please spare your life..."

"Buy all their food at this price." Simon ordered calmly.

"Yes!" Mailan responded and immediately went to take care of it.

"Put down your weapons. You are so blind that you dare to use your sword in front of the Viscount!"

When the fat man saw this, he quickly yelled and cursed at his armed guards.

At this time, everyone put away their weapons one after another, and the tense atmosphere disappeared.

"Only the sword can make these profiteers reasonable."

Simon murmured in his heart, watching the entire transaction process from the sidelines.

In the end, he paid 700 to 800 gold eagles and purchased millions of kilograms of rye, along with carriages and other tools.

In this way, the urgent need of food shortage is alleviated, and there is no need to adjust food from Fort Bravery.

"Ai Lei, there are still many refugees begging on the Kingdom Road in the south of Changlin Town, go and bring them all here.

Let’s rush to the Valorous Territory together. Simon ordered.

"Yes! Sir!" Airei took the order and left.

When I went to Long Nail Castle before, I got a lot of inheritance from the Mild family, including thousands of golden eagles and hundreds of thousands of silver deer and other currencies.

The money is not spent, it is just good-looking metal.

Therefore, Simon went on a shopping spree in Changlin Town, especially the weapons merchants' goods, which were swept away.

In addition, there are a large number of cloth, farm tools, cattle, sheep, horses and other materials.

The entire Changlin Town's caravan reserve has been reduced to 50-60%.

Thousands of golden eagles will make no difference if used for enchanting or alchemy, but if used to buy ordinary supplies, the purchasing power is amazing.

Simon ordered the team to spend the night near Changlin Town.

The night was not very peaceful. Many thieves were tempted, and Airei led his men to kill hundreds of people.

They were all tied around their necks with ropes and hung on trees as a warning.

The next day, before dawn, a cook in the team who was responsible for cooking started to light a fire.

When the sky dawned, all the soldiers and militiamen had breakfast and led the people on the road again.

The number of militia regiments is increasing, and now there are more than 7,000 people.

Only 2,000 of them were wearing iron-clad leather armor that looked anything like it.

Others said that they were Green Forest Bandits, no one would doubt them, but at least they were carrying the banner of the Huolun family, which was a bit of a mark.

In the blink of an eye, it was more than twenty days later.

Simon finally arrived at the Valorous Territory with a large force.

He looked at the vast white land and breathed a sigh of relief. It snowed heavily yesterday, the wind howled, and the temperature dropped sharply.

In one night, hundreds of weak people could not withstand it and froze to death.

Political officer Ma De and others came to greet them, and they were all stunned by the scene before them.

"Lord Viscount! Where did you bring so many...refugees..."

"Picked it up on the road.

Okay, let’s quickly arrange accommodation for them.

I remembered that the semi-burrow-style houses built by the kobolds were pretty good, so I first picked a plain for them to settle in the Sanshan Territory. "

Simon looked at Mader and grinned.

"Yes! Sir!" Ma De showed a smile that was uglier than crying. This workload would make his hair grow grayer.

“Leave it to you, count their numbers first.

Don't disband the militia regiment of more than 7,000 people yet. Select from them and leave 5,000 people as a standing army and give them to Sarit for training. "

After Simon finished his instructions, he led the Guards soldiers towards Fort Fortitude.

It wasn't long before he was soaking in the warm tub.

And there were two naked female slaves in the barrel to help him press his waist and beat his back...

One day later, at ten o'clock in the morning, Simon, who was very energetic, held a meeting in the Lord's Hall.

In addition to the knights, all the feudal knights and honorary knights were present.

In addition, Saumur and other five surviving baron nobles are also there.

Before, they had 21 families, and after this battle, they were almost shaved bald.

These people sat together, huddled in a corner, afraid that Viscount Simon would find out that they were not dead.

"This battle was extremely tragic. Sixteen of my barons died. I mourn for them.

I think they should have descendants. Mad is responsible for selecting the successor. Report to me to determine the final candidate."

Simon smiled faintly, and glanced at Somier and others, frightening them and bowing their heads.

It was like a junior high school student who was absent from class and was stared at by the class teacher.

"Yes! Viscount! I will do this." Mad replied respectfully.

"How many refugees did I bring this time? Have you counted them?" Simon looked at him and asked with a smile.

"Viscount, time is too tight, and I haven't counted them clearly.

But at a glance, there are at least 50,000 people." Mad replied happily.

"Hmm!" Simon responded, but did not continue the conversation, intending to talk to him alone later.

"My Lord Viscount, I have something to report to you.

More than 20 days ago, Prince Feddy's wife Adela Trin led her army to our place, saying that she had something to discuss with you.

Now they are stationed outside the Spark Castle, with about 6,000 people.

I have already found out that it is Prince Feddy's patrol army and Oak Shield Guards, both of which are his private army."

Mad reported solemnly, knowing that this matter was no trivial matter.

"Hmm? What?" Simon was really surprised when he heard this, and stood up.

"Why did Prince Feddy's widow come to me? I am not his direct and loyal...Is she trying to harm me?"