Hearthstone Farm Lord

Chapter 762 Traitor Rogge
The eyes of the villagers lit up when they heard the bard's words:

"Yes, we can move!"

"But...moving will cost a lot of money, right?"

"You are stupid! Now that you are exempt from land tax for the first two years after moving there, you will almost get your money back! And you will enjoy a one-tenth low tax for life in the future. If you don't go, I will!"

"I'll go too! It's a big deal, for a better tomorrow!"

"Let's go together, is there anyone else going?"
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The villagers began to discuss loudly.

Many people have already made arrangements to move together in a few days and move to the Youn area.

The old man Romney was also blushing with excitement at this time. He touched Rogge's elbow: "Hey, buddy! I also decided to move to Jon City, do you want to come with us?"

"I'd better forget it." Rogge shook his head hesitantly: "I have lived in the village for 48 years, and I feel that I can't live without this land. And I feel that a rural place like Jon is not suitable for me."

"It's up to you." The old man Romney raised his eyebrows: "You have to think about it yourself! Now Baron Skron will almost take away half of the grain you produce, and he will boss you around.

If you are willing to stay and continue to endure his exploitation, then you can stay!

Anyway, I'm going to take my sons and daughters to Jon City. Paying taxes for your benevolent Highness is 100 times better than that disgusting baron! "

Rogge was not persuaded by the old man Romney, and spread his hands, his face remained calm.

The old man Romney found that he had no common language with Rogge, so he ignored him and chatted enthusiastically with other villagers who were willing to move.

Roger stayed at the entrance of the village for a while, observing what happened around him.

After a while, he silently withdrew from the crowd, picked up the farm tools thrown on the ground and returned home.

After returning home, his wife was making pancakes in the kitchen, and his youngest son had just returned from outside, and his body was covered in mud.

If it was normal, Rogge would definitely reprimand his playful young son.

But today he didn't.

He put down his farm implements, then turned and left the house.

The moment he closed the door, he seemed to hear his wife's call and his son's voice, but he couldn't care less.

He strode out resolutely.
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He turned left and right in the village, and after a long circle, he came to the most luxurious big house in the center of the village—the residence of Baron Skron.

"What are you doing?" Two well-dressed guards at the door stopped Rogge.

"Please tell me, Lord Baron, that I am Rogge, a farmer in the village. I have something very important to report!"

Rogge's face sank now, and after a violent inner struggle, he decided to tell the Baron about this and become a "traitor".

Winning the baron's reward was secondary. The main reason was that he was afraid that everyone would move away.

If everyone moved out and there were no people in the village, then what's the point of his being alive?
In order to allow everyone to stay, he decided to tell the baron about this matter, and let the baron come forward to keep everyone.

These two guards knew Rogge. After all, the village was so big that they could not be seen up and down, and Rogge was indeed very honest and responsible.

So the guards looked at each other, and one of the guards said: "You stay still, I will go in and inform the baron to see if he is willing to see you."

"Please." Rogge saluted the guard.

Then he stood at the door and waited patiently.

A few minutes later, the guard came out with a smile on his face: "The baron is willing to see you, come with me."

"Okay, thank you very much!" Rogge stooped, followed the footsteps of the guards carefully, and walked into the yard.

In the hall of the residence, Roger met Baron Skrang.

Baron Skron is a middle-aged male, slightly fat, wearing blue aristocratic attire, looking calm and majestic.

The baron took a sip of the coffee on the table and looked at the farmer in front of him: "What do you want from me? If you want to lower taxes, then it goes without saying."

"It's not about this." Rogge quickly knelt down: "Master Baron, I was at the entrance of the village just now."

Roger told Baron Skron everything he heard just now.

Baron Skron was in a good mood because he was going to the town to attend the dinner of Viscount Moore Henry in the evening.

After hearing Rogge's words, his face immediately became clouded.

"This is rebellion!" The baron was furious, and wanted to throw the cup in his hand to the ground.

But considering that the cup in his hand was porcelain that he bought back with a few gold coins, he didn't make another move.

"Where is the rogue bard?" asked the baron.

This hateful bard actually dared to poach his corner?What if the farmers are all poached?Who do you collect taxes from?How can he support a large family?

This kind of rule-breaking scum must be eradicated!
Rogge had never seen such a furious Lord Baron before, and he was startled: "I don't know, it should still be on the grain pile at the entrance of the village."

Baron Skron ignored Rogge and said to the two guards around him: "Crann, Kurt, organize all your hands, and let's go together to arrest the bard who spreads rumors!"

"Okay, sir." The two guards replied.
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After more than 20 minutes, Baron Skron brought 6 guards, 13 servants, and 8 local ruffians, plus Rogge, more than 20 people came to the entrance of the village in a mighty manner.

The entrance to the village is now full of people.

The villagers are enthusiastically discussing the content related to the "Land Reform Bill".

More than half of the villagers want to move collectively, and a small group of villagers want to wait and see. Everyone has different ideas.

But at this moment, the baron barged in with someone.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

The guards rudely pushed away the surrounding villagers.

The villagers had all seen the brutality of Baron Skron, so they quickly hid to the sides to make way for the mob.

Baron Skron doesn't care about other people. Although he has not participated in battles for many years as a bronze archer, he still has some heritage.

He raised his hand and aimed at the bard standing on the grain pile.

The Feather Arrow exploded with green light in mid-air, growing countless tough vines, binding the powerless bard in place.

This is his famous stunt - [Bound Shot].

"Lord Baron, what are you doing?" The bard was frightened, not expecting that the baron was coming to target him.

The baron ignored the bard and shouted to the other farmers present:

"This bard is a minion of the devil! He spreads rumors maliciously! In fact, there is no "Land Act" at all. He said this to deceive you into leaving the village and then let the devil eat your souls! Don't be fooled by his rumors! Confused!"

(End of this chapter)