I do daily quests in wizard world

Chapter 21 Leaving ([-])

The blue sky stretches as far as the eye can see, and the dark mine is silent.

The mine overseers gathered at the foot of the mine, surrounded by miners.

There are also some shocking stumps on the open space in front of the mine.

What happened last night has already fermented. The town is not big, and a little trouble can spread throughout the town. Many residents know that there are monsters in the mine, and many people died, which caused panic in the town. Some people with a little extra money at home They are all ready to flee to the next town or a city a little further away.

And if the family has no money, they can't escape. After all, moving is not only a simple move, but also a residence in a new place, purchase of furniture, a new job, and even a carriage hired for relocation is a big expense.Rather than living without money, it is better to live here than to live here. After all, there is the baron's family in the town.

A carriage approached slowly, and the carriage was somewhat exquisite, and there were copper decorations of rose flowers on the guardrail at the edge of the carriage.

Seeing the familiar carriage, the overseer recognized it as the carriage of Baron Flo's family in the town.

The supervisor looked dignified, stopped, and walked quickly to the distance.

"My lord." The supervisor stopped and said respectfully.

This iron mine belongs to Baron Flo's family, and these supervisors are also servants of the Baron's family, and they bought this position at a price.

The blue curtain in front of the carriage was lifted, and a man with a gray beard, wearing a suit and meticulously groomed got out of the carriage.

"Butler Doente." The supervisor stopped and stood beside the carriage, his waist slightly bent.

Butler Doent is an old man in the baron's family. He has served two barons and his status in the family is not low.

"Well, Lord Baron already knows what's going on here. He's not feeling well today, so let me take care of what's going on here," Doente said.

"Iron mines are the economic pillar of the town, and work must be resumed as soon as possible." Doent said, "This is the meaning of the baron."

"My lord, the town is full of panic now, and these miners are unwilling to go to work in the mine. They all say there are monsters in the mine, so they dare not go to work." The supervisor smiled wryly.

"Well, Lord Baron has considered this, and has already gone to the nearest city of Munster to invite priests and demon hunters to drive away the monsters in the mine." Butler Doente said.

"But don't suspend work for the next few days. The iron ore that Earl Hobbs bought from the baron in the north must be delivered before the end of the month, and the other party's convoy will arrive before the end of the month. No matter what method you use, there should be iron ore Production has to be achieved."

"Yes."

"There are some people who want to leave the town, and the baron is very dissatisfied. You have to pay attention, don't let some miners leave secretly. This town is the territory of the baron, and the people in the town are also the subjects of the baron. Who can leave the town without the Lord Baron's permission." Butler Doente said slowly.

"Understood." The supervisor nodded.

On the other side of the town, next to the main road leading to the south.

Five or six justices of the peace were staying.

The middle of the road was blocked by horizontal wooden posts, and the sheriff with a sword on his waist and a flintlock gun in his hand was checking the passers-by.

"Isn't this the old Yorick from the tailor's house in the town? Where are you going with so many things?"

The sheriff stopped the old man, then picked at the wagon behind old Yorick with the longsword in its scabbard.

There were some salutes in the wagon behind old Yorick.

"I'll go into town and buy some cloth," said old Yorick.

"No, the Lord Baron has spoken today, and everyone is not allowed to leave the town."

The sheriff said coldly.

Old Yorick froze. He rubbed his hands together. "Your Majesty, I really just went to town to get some cloth. I'm running out of cloth in my tailor shop."

"That doesn't work, go back!"

Pedestrians in front were interrogated, and these sheriffs checked very carefully, and even dogs passing by had to leave a pinch of dog hair.

Even businessmen who wanted to go south would be questioned repeatedly.

In the distance, a carriage slowly approached.

Old Kim, who was driving the carriage, could not help but look sad when he saw the security gates blocking the road ahead closed.

He was all too familiar with this scene.

The local nobles in these towns are local overlords. Although the kingdom promulgated the "Citizenship Act" decades ago, citizens who have legal jobs and pay taxes to the kingdom should enjoy normal treatment. They are protected by law.

This decree expanded the scope of citizens, and also made the king at that time receive the support of many citizens.

Before that, the concept of citizens was limited to a small number of groups, and only a small number of powerful groups other than nobles belonged to "citizens".

However, although these decrees were promulgated, they only slightly increased the status of the common people in the kingdom.

In fact, in some remote areas, or territories ruled by great nobles for many years, this decree is almost like a blank sheet of paper.

Some stubborn and old-fashioned nobles still arrogantly think that the people in the territory are their private property.

Residents of the town and these sheriffs basically knew each other.

The town is so big that basically everyone I know knows everyone.

Even if they don't know each other, passing pedestrians and caravans still need to pay the sheriff a sum of money to get through safely.

"Stop." The sheriff looked old Kim up and down.

He looked unfamiliar, not like a person from the town.

The order of the noble lord was not to let the people in the town leave, but if this happened, of course he would use this opportunity to blackmail other people.

In this dangerous moment, it is hard to guarantee that someone will fish in troubled waters.

"The people inside also look at it." The sheriff said coldly.

"Master, there are all my guests inside." Old Kim said.

"I'll see if it's your guest." The sheriff said impatiently.

Standing next to him was a fat man with a ruddy face and short brows, who raised his firearm and pointed it at Old Kim's head.He said viciously: "You old fellow, you don't want to die, do whatever our captain tells you to do, and let you eat bullets if you talk nonsense."

In the carriage, Lynn, who was sitting by the window and flipping through his notes, closed the notes in his hand.

Lynn glanced at the teacher next to him. Angelet closed his eyes. He was obviously too lazy to deal with such trivial matters.

Lin En knew that he should solve these things by himself, otherwise if these people ran into the teacher, he would be scolded.

"Okay, Mr. Sheriff, we are travelers from the north to the south, not from your town." The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and Lynn poked his head out of the carriage.

The sheriff looked at the handsome Lynn, and maliciously speculated that this might be a rich man's child molestation.

"Pull the curtain," ordered the sheriff.

"It's my teacher inside, he's older and in poor health." Lynn said and handed over a few silver coins.

The magistrate took the silver coin, glanced at it and weighed it. Based on his hand feel and experience, he estimated that there were at least seven or eight coins. It seemed to be a fat sheep.

If it were true nobles, there would not be only such a small number of people. Naturally, nobles would not be able to provoke them, but everyone else was easy to talk about except nobles.

"Why do I feel that you are a bit like a family member in the town? Let me think about it." The sheriff stretched out his hand and spread his palms as he spoke.

Lin En's wantonness was all over his face.

They are like wild dogs on the side of the road. The tougher you are, the more afraid they become. The weaker you are, the more they think you can be bullied.

The corners of Lynn's lips raised slightly, and he put on a gentle smile, "Okay, wait a minute."

Seeing that the young man in front of him was scared, the magistrate sneered in his heart, whoever you are, as long as you are not a nobleman, you have to be obedient in front of me.

Back in the carriage, Lynn took out his staff and passed it through the gap in the curtains.

His eyes fell on the sheriff outside the carriage.

The bottom of my heart silently read the spiritual shock.

The light at the top of the staff became stronger and stronger.

The sheriff in uniform outside the carriage sneezed, rubbed his nose, and looked around.

(End of this chapter)