Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 85: The Lord Who Even Capitalists Are Ashamed of

Miriel was confident that the shaman must have been fascinated by her before. Even if he would not tell her the important information about High Cliff Castle, he should be able to tell her some irrelevant information.

But it turned out that she failed again.

Sam looked at Miriel's unwilling look and cursed in his heart.

This half-elf was seeking death and even wanted to take him with him.

If he knew that the information about High Cliff Castle was leaked by him, he would probably be hung on the beam and beaten by that devilish man at night.

No one understood the terror of this lord better than he did. Afterwards, he secretly calculated the war and came to the conclusion that this lord had killed at least four to five hundred people by himself, and nothing happened to him afterwards.

This is no longer something that can be described as horrible, it can only be summed up as the devil.

"As the chief wizard of Highcliff Castle, I advise you not to ask around. This will be good for you."

Thinking of this, Sam's character turned cold, and he stood up to leave after he finished speaking. However, after taking a few steps, he stepped back, picked up the wine glass with half of the wine on the ground, snorted coldly, and left.

"Humph!"

Naturally, Sam proclaimed himself the Chief Wizard. He believed that as long as he followed Levi, it would not be long before his name would be known throughout Debe. This was just an advance enjoyment.

But this wine is really delicious.

Miriel and the mercenaries looked at each other.

"These orc warriors in Highcliff Castle seem to be very powerful."

After a long time, Miriel finally spoke. She was in a bad mood after being humiliated twice in a row.

"Not very impressive, but very impressive!" A middle-aged mercenary with a weathered face and slightly gray hair said in a deep voice, "In fact, we have been to the tribes of orcs and barbarians, but there are basically no people like them!"

"To be precise, the chieftains of the orc tribes are no match for any of these orcs!"

"Generally speaking, these orcs are famous for their strength, but their martial arts skills are often three points worse. However, I saw one of them use a battle axe to lift heavy objects with ease. This high-level skill is difficult even for human weapon masters to achieve."

The middle-aged mercenary took a sip of the wine. He actually didn't like the kind of wine that women drank. He just subconsciously did something to hide his shock.

You know, every chieftain must be the strongest among the orcs. After all, in the wilderness, the strong are respected.

However, each of the orc guards of Highcliff Castle is as powerful as the orc chieftains, which is really unbelievable.

"You saw it earlier. Just by seeing this group of orcs, the wilderness bandits lost their courage and didn't even dare to resist. This shows that they must have fought before, and the guards of High Cliff Castle defeated them in an absolutely crushing manner."

"Otherwise they wouldn't even dare to resist!"

Miriel said heavily.

This was also the reason why she took the initiative to let down her guard and make friends with Gaoyabao.

After all, it is obvious that if Gaoyabao chooses to attack the caravan, they will definitely not be able to resist.

Miriel actually didn't care about the wars that Highcliff Castle had experienced. What she cared about was how a group of unruly orc barbarians were willing to listen to a human lord.

And this kind of obedience does not mean being bribed with money. Miriel can see the admiration for the lord in the eyes of these orcs.

The orc barbarians only worship brave warriors. Could it be that this lord conquered these barbarians by force?
Miriel's delicate brows were furrowed, she felt that this was impossible.

If you want to defeat this group of orcs in a one-on-one fight, it would be difficult even for a knight who has practiced fighting spirit.

The conversation in the camp fell into a brief silence, and finally Miriel spoke with a hint of relief.

"Fortunately, this Lord has some goodwill towards us for the time being."

"This gentleman will definitely accomplish something." The middle-aged mercenary also sighed. "Yes, with the fully armored orc guards and the addition of the Fed tribe, the strength of this pioneer territory is beyond expectations."

Miriel stared at the hill, listening to the voices coming from above on the wind, with unknown emotions in her eyes.

……

At noon, Sam sneaked back to Highcliff Castle. He looked back and saw no one was around, but he stumbled as he turned around.

"Sir...sir."

After seeing who was coming, Sam put on a flattering smile.

"You had a good time today at Miriel's place."

Levi crossed his arms across his chest, a slightly weird smile on his face.

As we all know, this lord is more terrifying when he laughs than when he is serious. Sam's legs went weak and he almost fell to his knees, crying.

"My lord, my loyalty is as strong as the bitter love flower in the Kaas Mountains. That half-elf even tried to seduce me into revealing the information about Highcliff Castle, but I didn't say a word!"

"Oh? Really?" Levi stared at Sam with a half-smile on his face, causing cold sweat to appear on his forehead. It took him a long time before he changed his tone.

"I believe in your loyalty, and I came to see you for other things."

Levi turned and walked to the side. Sam, who was behind him, let out a long sigh of relief and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead.

"Last time I heard you say that Kobolds are also a race that produces many Shamans, right?"

"Yes, sir, in addition to kobolds, there are also orcs and trolls..." Sam answered truthfully.

Soon the two arrived at a position on a hillside at the foot of the hill. Looking up, they saw that all the grass below had been turned over.

Hundreds of goblins and ogres mixed together, waving wooden hoes and cultivating the land under the scorching sun.

An old dog-headed man was patrolling with a dozen strong fellows. If they saw anyone slacking off, they would immediately whip him and give him a beating and scolding.

But most of them were used to whip the smaller goblins.

"Sir, you are finally here. These damn bastards will sneak around if you let your guard down for a moment."

Old Neil, who noticed Levi's figure, quickly put down the whip in his hand, trotted over and knelt in front of him, kissing the lord's deerskin boots with a flattering look on his face.

This made Sam, who was following beside him, secretly despise him. He was indeed a kobold and acted like a complete lackey.

"I saw everything you did, Old Neil, and you didn't let me down."

Levi praised with satisfaction.

Ever since he appointed this old dog-headed man as the slave leader in charge of reclaiming the land, he has been exploiting these goblins even more cruelly than he was.

First, all the goblins were castrated to prevent them from having other distracting thoughts. The two meals a day were grass roots and boiled insects, and they provided them themselves, which greatly reduced the food consumption of Gaoya Castle.

If the fixed work is not completed, the goblins will starve collectively. In order to have food to eat, these goblins work hard every day.

After all, having lost the source of their troubles, their only goal is to stay alive.

In just these two months, endless fertile land has been cultivated.

"This time, I want you to learn magic and continue to contribute to Gaoya Castle." Levi said with a smile.

He remembered that the healing spell could restore physical strength. If Old Neil learned it, whenever these slaves were about to collapse from exhaustion, he could cast a healing spell on them. Wouldn't they be able to keep working for him like a perpetual motion machine?
Levi discovered that he was truly a genius.

If this plan is feasible, it can be extended to the iron mines. After all, the faster the mining speed, the faster Gaoyabao can make money!
(End of this chapter)