our family is gone

Alvin still wants to save face, getting this is a famous example.

But the baron shook his head when he heard this, he was still too young, he either didn't do this kind of thing, or he did it if he wanted to.

"No~ We are not in a hurry to go there now. We should go to the surrounding towns to spread the news. One is to announce in a high-profile way that we are invited, and the second is to find a few people pretending to be the lord of Hamlet to ask them for help, exaggerate the horror of the enemy, and spread the news to kill the barbarians and punish the cultists as the lord of Hamlet.

At the same time, it showed our tendency to save people. Unfortunately, when we rushed over, the town of Hamlet had been destroyed by cultists and barbarians and turned into a sea of ​​​​flames with no one alive. "

The baron paused suddenly when he said this, with a firm expression on his face, "Give me thirty fine horses tonight, and I will wipe out those cultists for my lord, and then take off the head of that barbarian."

Alvin understood what this meant, and understood what the "cultist" and "barbarian" were referring to in the Baron's mouth.

This battle will definitely pay a price, but Alvin is young and energetic, and his courage is not bad at all.

"I'll go up with you, the whole army will attack!"

"But my lord..."

"Needless to say, don't people from my Bastia family even dare to kill people!"

Alvin's domineering side leaked, and Earl Bastia guarded the mountains and was known as the tiger of the empire, so as his son, he couldn't be a dog.

The baron had no objections either, it was already his limit to push things to this point.

Alvin's mind is still relatively flexible, and he directly raised his hand and clicked on a place on the map.

"What about the city of Owendor? This is the only place in Hamlet that is slightly better today."

The baron had already been prepared, and he talked eloquently about Alvin's question.

"We did this to attract those ambitious people and those who are loyal to the lord. Other towns will not send troops when they hear this. Even if they are really ambitious, they will not be able to raise many people. But this place is hard to say. A city defense army of a thousand people can still be gathered.

What's more, as the only place here that can be called a city, the consul's ambitions may not be small, and it will be difficult for us to do it by then, so I suggest ignoring this for now and spreading the news in a few towns around Hamlet. Even if it spreads out, the situation will have stabilized. "

After deciding on the general flow of the next action, the stationed team soon broke out and ran towards a nearby town.

With all the cavalry, there are no infantry and heavy carriages to drag them down, and with the map open, Alvin and his actions can be said to be as fast as the wind.

Putting such a cavalry in the territory of Hamlet can indeed be said to be a dimensionality reduction blow.

The division of settlements in the empire is very simple. A village with less than a thousand people is a village, a town with more than a thousand people, and a city with ten thousand people.

But in fact, this rule only applies to prosperous areas like the imperial capital or Totnes, not to declining areas like Hamlet.

Most of the villages have less than [-] people. The reason is very simple. The surrounding area can support so many people. These villages are scattered in the territory, and even if they want to develop with limited resources, they will not be able to develop.

Only some located in key places, such as traffic arteries, will develop into towns, but such towns generally do not exceed a thousand people, and for that reason, the surrounding environment cannot support them.

If you want to expand to more than a thousand people, you must have resource points, such as pillar industries such as mines, forest farms, and fisheries, to support so many people.

But if you want to develop into a city, you need more conditions, and you also need a little luck.

The city of Owendo developed from a riverside wharf to a city because of the dividends of Hamlet's destruction.

But now Alvin and the others came to a very ordinary town, and the population marked on the map was only over 300 people. Looking at the past, they were basically simple long houses. Brick and stone buildings were rare, but they were concentrated in the center of the town, which was similar to the structure of most towns.

Most of them are farmers, and the town's industry is only agriculture, and even some daily necessities cannot be produced, and they need to wait for the caravan to come to exchange.

As for force, there are only some sheriffs and hunters, and even mercenaries will not come to such a place without oil and water.

Unless there were monsters nearby, they might pool money together to go to the mercenary guild in the city to set out missions. As for who came, it was hard to say.

Anyway, when Alvin and his team of cavalry appeared, the townspeople who were farming outside ran back frantically, shouting at the same time.

"The horse bandits are coming!"

"Everyone run away!"

"..."

When Alvin and the others approached, they found that the gate of the town had been stopped by a horse, and at the same time, some ordinary-dressed, panic-stricken people were holding crude spears behind them.

Their town has become very sensitive now because of refugees and wandering bandits.

Alvin sat on the tall horse, and his overlooking gaze revealed disdain unabashedly.

These people were a mess, and he was confident that a single charge could crush them.

"We are not bandits, but Bastia's army. We came here for a group of barbarians who slaughtered several villages..."

It was the baron who was calling, and he probably saw that they regarded themselves as horse bandits.

It's just that those people became more determined when they heard the army's reaction. Obviously, the army threatened them even stronger than the bandits.

The baron knew the reason for this, but he was also a little helpless. He was about to speak but was interrupted by Alvin beside him.

"Untouchable! I'm a nobleman! Let your mayor speak up quickly." Alvin roared, after all, he didn't have the patience of the Baron.

Those townspeople were stunned for a moment when they heard the word noble, and their fierce confrontation was instantly disintegrated, and they all gave birth to an inexplicable humbleness.

Look, does it look like a dog?

The fear of nobles is almost engraved in their blood during thousands of years of domestication.

At this time, a middle-aged man with a little better clothes stood up and claimed to be the mayor.

And the baron also took advantage of the trend to control the topic, preaching that those barbarians had slaughtered hundreds of people, they were very cruel and dangerous, and they were chased all the way here.

"My lord, we haven't seen any barbarians here, but as a thank you, I can help you share some food."

The mayor has seen it to some extent, and knows that these soldiers will not be sent away without a little blood.

It's just that the baron refused when he heard this, but put on an upright look and didn't accept it at all.

The mayor thought they were too few, so he had to bite the bullet and increase the price.

Alvin, who was constantly chatting and watching between the two, was a little upset, but he also knew that this scene had to be full, because they were a just team and could not accept benefits at will.

At least for now...

The people who came to "ask for help" quickly arranged and rushed up, not wearing the standard armor, and bloodstained from nowhere on their bodies, making them look very embarrassed, making it look like they rushed out of the battlefield.

"Help!"

And acting has to be full, it is a difficult step to get off the horse, pretending to fall to the ground exhausted.

As the director, the baron dismounted and helped the man who fell to the ground.

"Who are you? What happened?"

"I am the guard of the Hamlet family. Now the town of Hamlet is under siege by cultists and barbarians and is about to be breached. The lord said that he is willing to give everything as long as he is rescued. Whoever kills those barbarians and cultists will be the new lord."

"How many enemies are there?"

"There are many, many, save people quickly, Hamlet can't hold it anymore..."

After saying this, the man "fainted" from exhaustion, the baron shook violently a few times, and kept shouting, but there was no response.

Only then did the baron turn his gaze to the surroundings, looking at the townspeople who didn't know what happened, and the mayor who was standing there wondering what he was thinking.

Immediately step up efforts to encourage them.

"You have also heard that we plan to go to Hamlet to save people, but there are probably many enemies and we need help. Which of you wants to go with us to save the lord?"

"Ah!" The mayor seemed to wake up suddenly, "This...this...isn't very good."

"That's your lord of Hamlet."

"Let's discuss it... Let's discuss it." The mayor couldn't help but raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and then hurriedly turned and went back.

It's just that when he stepped into the room, several people who had been waiting for a long time surrounded him and asked.

"what's the situation?"

"What do those people do?"

"Did something happen?"

But at this time, the expression on the mayor's face suddenly changed from the previous timidity, but became calmer. It was obvious that the scene just now was pretending to show them.

After explaining the situation in a few words, everyone couldn't help but exclaim when they heard that the barbarians and the cult cooperated to besiege Hamlet.

"how can that be?"

"That's right, how could there be such a big move?"

"What happened? Did you really join forces with the barbarians? Why don't we have any news?"

From their words, it can be heard that the mayor and these people are believers of the Ascension Sect developed here.

No one can resist the temptation of soaring, especially the mayor, whose physical function has begun to decline significantly in middle age. After experiencing the vitality brought by the flesh and blood ceremony, he fell into it directly, and also developed some other believers.

But some time ago, believers in a town were purged, and then I heard that many camps were also attacked, and even the transportation route of the sect behind was cut off by the Lord Hamlet.

After repeated blows, the sect suffered serious casualties. Since they were hit, the order given to these believers was to lie low, develop believers, and wait for the opportunity.

Only exceptional believers can be called to that sect, given the chance of ascension that all crave.

They hadn't been ordered to attack Hamlet anyway.

"That's why I'm also very strange..." The mayor frowned, and he couldn't figure out the way here.

In fact, it is normal, the current information is still blocked, and their level is still a small town after all, and they have not been exposed to the overall situation of conflicts between regions.

It is even more impossible to know what happened to people like Alvin during this period. There is no information and no vision.

Not to mention that in order to lurk deep, they have reduced the chance to communicate with the Ascension Sect since they received the order. Now they are completely black to the outside world, so how do they know what happened to Hamlet?

"What's so strange about this? Lord Hamlet killed so many of us, so it wouldn't be surprising if the barbarians from the higher-ups met and cooperated with them to attack Hamlet."

"That's right, don't forget that there is another instruction given by the higher-ups, that is to kill the lord at all costs. If this is the case, the higher-ups will not miss this opportunity."

These two sentences quickly dispelled their other thoughts and were unanimously approved.

But new problems were before them again.

"Then what should we do now? Those people are going to Hamlet to save people."

"We can't let them go. I heard from that person that the battle is not over yet. If they push back the barbarians, it is very likely that the town of Hamlet will be saved."

"The lord killed so many of us, no matter who beats Hamlet, we have to help!"

This sentence can be regarded as giving everyone a reason. As long as they have participated in the flesh and blood ceremony, their brains are basically abnormal. In their opinion, nothing is more important than the sect, so naturally it is impossible to let them go.

It is enough to show that these people have no talent, but they are also eager to get the opportunity to ascend, and now it is in front of them.

"But these people are nobles, we cannot reveal their identities, we must find an identity."

"We are the people of Hamlet, even if we kill them, let the lord take the blame."

"Well said! I will call everyone now."

The mobility of these guys is not comparable to that of ordinary people, and they do what they say.

Alvin, who was waiting at the gate of the town, was a little impatient, and probably guessed that these people did not have the guts to go to Hamlet with them.

And just as he was about to leave to act in the next town, the seemingly skinny mayor walked out along the central avenue. At the same time, people poured out from all the streets in the town, constantly gathering behind the mayor.

These people are dressed in ordinary clothes, have no armor, and don't even have better weapons. They only have kitchen knives, agricultural tools, and pitchforks in their hands...

Their faces are haggard and their hands are cracked, which is the feeling of vicissitudes brought to them by working under the scorching sun, but at this time their faces are full of determination.

The Ascension Sect has been operating in this area for so many years, and no one knows how many heretics are hidden in that seemingly normal place.

But Alvin and the others didn't know the mystery, and took it for granted that these people responded to the lord's call to save people.

This scene was unbearable in Alvin's heart. How could this dilapidated lord have such a great appeal here?How could there be so many people loyal to him?

There was nothing to be seen from the stiff face, but jealousy and embarrassment couldn't help rolling in his heart, all of this should be his fault!
I am the lord of Hamlet!And you owe your allegiance to a dead man?
In the past few days, because the plot has reached a critical point, many people have urged to update it, and there are many new readers, so I still have to explain my update habits.

Normally, it is updated at [-]:[-] noon, with a standard of [-] words.

There will be more updates, but it depends on my arrangement.

After all, I am not full-time, so I can only code as much as possible.