Start as Inherited Baroness

"Does Sir Hols have any advice?" Simon stared at him calmly.

The reconnaissance skill was activated, and he saw a light red halo around him, and a very light black smoke was emitted.

This shows that Sir Hols's combat power is slightly higher than Simon's, but not too much.

Moreover, this person still has some malice in his heart, but it is not deep.

"My Lord Baron, Baron Hela once promised to marry our Maple Leaf Castle and will marry my fourth sister, Yifu Maiman."

Hols said slowly with a cold expression.

"Is there an engagement?" Simon smiled slightly and said immediately.

Now, Hols could no longer speak.

"It is better to seize the opportunity early than late. I don't understand why your Maiman family has delayed until now.

Baron Hela can't rely on you, can't he find another way?" Simon said casually.

Hearing this, Hols couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. They naturally knew this truth, but they were helpless and had little money.

When I promised to give Baron Hela the dowry, I made a big promise, which led to the collection of dowry only now.

And I didn't dare to sign the marriage contract at that time. If something unexpected happened and I couldn't collect the dowry, I would lose face...

Although the area of ​​Maple Leaf Territory is not small, more than 600 square kilometers, it is mostly mountainous and hilly, and relatively barren.

In the past hundred years, three family barons have been enfeoffed, and the areas that can be directly governed are even fewer.

In addition, there are frequent wars in the North Wind Land, which consumes a lot of money.

In addition, there are more and more children left behind, and the Maiman family of Maple Leaf Castle can't help but become more and more stretched.

Halls was silent for a while, and said: "Baron, we have come thousands of miles away and have sent my sister here.

It's not good to take her back...

Or... I wonder if you are married?"

"Of course I am, but the wedding was held in the sanctuary of White Owl Port.

And there are no members of the right age in our family who can be married." Simon's eyelids jumped slightly, predicting.

"Well... okay." Hols' disappointment was evident in his words.

"Did you come here just for this matter?" Simon asked again.

"My Lord Baron, that's right." The man regained his composure and said.

"That's the situation, you already know it now.

Then I won't see you off." Simon ordered him to leave.

"Goodbye!" Hols bowed respectfully upon hearing this, looked up at Aire, and walked out.

Not long after, he walked out of the hall, joined the four family soldiers waiting outside, and left the camp together.

"My Lord, they left." Sarit came to report.

"Well, pay attention to their movements, be careful, don't get too close.

If they leave the Yongyi Territory, tell me." Simon ordered.

"Yes!" Sarit left in response.

Simon then sat in the hall again, thinking for a while, and felt that the troops Hols had now were not enough to pose a threat to him.

I just don't know how much money he can spend to recruit the mercenary group.

"Aile, you go first and ask Mad to come over." He immediately ordered.

"Yes!" Ailei, who was guarding beside him, responded respectfully, bowed again, and then left the hall.

After a while, Mad walked in and bowed respectfully, saying, "Good day, Baron!"

"Well, this is the seal of the government office, you take it for safekeeping first.

In addition, you can choose 20 people from the slaves to assist you in your work.

This money is with you, and some daily expenses for maintaining work can be withdrawn from it."

Simon put the seal and dozens of golden eagles on the table and said to him.

"Yes, sir! I will never let you down!"

Mad promised, and then stepped forward to put these things into the pouch on his waist.

"By the way, all future expenses must be recorded in a book, just use a thin wooden board to record."

Simon then said that this audit method is very imperfect, but there is a shortage of talents, so this is the only way.

"Yes, sir!" Mad replied respectfully.

It is indeed inconvenient without cheap paper.

But on the other hand, if paper is popularized, it will deal a fatal blow to the rule of the nobles.

Books are cheap, everyone can afford them, and the free people will become smarter. Don't they all want to be masters?

Who is willing to plow the land honestly?

As the saying goes, the butt determines the head. Simon is now an evil noble master, so he will naturally not do things that dig his own grave.

Even if he wants to make paper, it is definitely not now. Let's wait and see.

"By the way, these days, I want you to recruit two legal mercenary groups, each with no less than 50 people.

Sign a border protection contract with them, the duration is set at six months, and the budget of each mercenary group is up to five golden eagles per month."

Simon ordered that the mercenary group that signed the border protection contract would only defend the territory and would not launch foreign wars with the employer.

For them, this kind of task is generally not very dangerous, and the reward is relatively low, but it is stable.

In addition, the contract usually stipulates the maximum limit of defense. Generally, if the number of mercenaries is reduced by 20% to 30%, the mercenary group can retreat without punishment afterwards.

"Yes! Don't worry, sir. I will find reliable forces." Ma De responded immediately.

"Well, go ahead. When the mercenaries are hired, let them stay by the river and don't go too far away from the camp.

Just be responsible for patrolling along the river."

"Yes, I understand!" Mad nodded respectfully and left.

The two new mercenary groups were hired to deal with the threat of Sir Halls of Maple Leaf Castle. It was unknown whether he would take action.

Simon was not short of money now, so there was no pressure to recruit two mercenary groups of more than 50 people.

But for many new barons, this fee was not low. Ten golden eagles a month, 120 a year.

Simon's slave manor, which was planted with rye, only had an annual income of 20 to 30 golden eagles, which was the output of more than 1,300 acres of land.

Of course, there were also manors with high output value, but I will not mention them for now.

After Simon dealt with this matter, he took back the envelope of Marquis Val and stepped out of the lord's hall.

At this time, the serfs were still training, shouting non-stop, but it could be heard that there was no murderous intent.

"All dispersed! Continue to ram the earth and build the wall!" Simon looked for a while and waved his hand and shouted.

Training serf soldiers is not something that can be done overnight. It takes at least three months of immersion to see some results.

Soon after the words fell, the light infantry drove the serfs away.

Afterwards, Simon inspected the situation in the camp and watched the progress of the carpenters making shields and wooden armor plates.

There was also the process of the female slaves weaving cloth armor. He felt that the efficiency was a bit slow, and he couldn't help but recall the structure of the loom.

But after thinking for a while, there was only a rough outline in his mind. It would take some time to find carpenters to complete the structure together.

Finally, he came to the smelting plant. Claude put down his work and greeted him respectfully.

"Master, do you have any instructions?"

"Just take a look.

Oh, by the way, you use bronze to cast a few military tokens for me..." Simon suddenly said on a whim.

"Master, what does the military token... look like?"

"Well, I'll draw a picture for you, and you follow it. It needs two pieces to fit together perfectly..."