In a room with sky-blue carpets, large bookshelves, precious oil paintings, and silver lamp stands, Berk Loren stood respectfully at the desk and reported to Edmund Moen, who was sitting behind the table. The experience of the east.

Wearing a black jacket, the young prince who has already had a beard looks serious and listens carefully to every sentence in the report. Belk always maintains a sincere respect and does not want to make his report confess:

"The problems in Hall County and Rantate County have subsided, and a group of unmarked gold coins have been found in their hiding places. Through the search for objects, it is preliminarily judged that these gold coins are indeed from the local lords. After the relevant regulatory decrees, there are still some local aristocrats who are privately raising 'black gloves'..."

"This is already an act that is forbidden. It must be severely punished. There are two choices for the aristocrats involved, either to reduce the rank of a knight or to pay half of the land or money of considerable value." Edmund Moen said uncomfortably. .

Next, Berk reported a series of changes and status quo behind the East, and also mentioned the recent activities of the Baisha Mining Company. Edmund made a variety of appropriate arrangements based on his report, some of which were If Belk can't handle or have something to do with others, Edmund will talk a little about his disposal plan or have an open talk with the young Marquis.

Frank, serious, fair, and patient.

No matter how many times he touched Edmund Moen, Berk couldn't help but come up with similar words.

He looked at the prince who had little difference with his age, looked at the other party's solution to the problem seriously, and proposed various admirable plans. He could feel that the other party was really trying to manage the land. I want to find a way to bring prosperity to this kingdom, and this belief and action is what makes him sincerely loyal to each other.

However... the dark corners still exist.

There was a trace of loss and entanglement in Berke's heart, and before he spoke, Edmund noticed his expression change, and the prince cast his sight: "Berke, what else?"

Berke frowned, not concealing: "His Royal Highness, in many areas of the East, your serf freedom bill has unexpectedly...frustration. Only a few serfs are truly free, most of them are still being Tied to the land, affected by this situation, there has been little progress in land reform in these areas, and the factory has not recruited any staff or even training."

Edmund looked at him quietly: "Why?"

"There are various reasons, but most of them are due to the obstacles set by the landowners. Some of them ask the serfs to redeem the 'shares' in order to be free, some require the serfs to turn over the entire harvest of the first year, and some are announcing After the serfs gained free citizenship, they drove them away from the farm or the orchard..."

Edmund closed his eyes slightly and seemed to calm his breathing. Then he opened his eyes and his eyes were deep: "So, the serfs who got the 'freedom' couldn't survive, right?"

"Yes, they eventually have to go back to their owners and ‘voluntarily’ go back...”

This time, Edmund was silent for a longer time, until half a minute later, Berk heard a calm voice in front: "I know."

"His Royal Highness, we should probably..."

Belk couldn't wait to speak, but was interrupted by Edmund at halfway: "Berke, I will discuss this matter with the Duke of Loren about the land. He has more experience. As for you, there is a new mission."

Although Berk was still thinking about the serfs, his loyalty immediately responded to the prince’s new instructions: "His Royal Highness, please tell me."

Edmund’s expression was serious. He took the water on his hand and drank his mouth to moisten his throat. Then he said in a deep voice: “About the recent cult activities, about the dying of all things...”

......

After walking out of the main hall of the castle, Berk Loren’s footsteps were heavier than before.

He had thought that the old conservative aristocrats in the East and the gangsters and gangsters were already a big obstacle and a problem, but they did not expect another huge trouble in the Sorinburg area.

Everything will end in sorrow... Is such a dark sect that dares to drum up some intrigues in the gutters, has it become such a huge hazard? They even reached out to the magnificent wall and reached out to the wasteland. !

According to His Royal Highness, the corruption and spread of the cultists within the kingdom have long exceeded expectations. They spread among the poor, spread among the citizens, and even spread among the aristocrats. Their doomsday theory is ridiculously absurd. Crazy... But why are so many people who are going to believe and go to self-destruction?

A cold but chilling north wind blew, and Berk’s spirit was sober, and he noticed that the snow outside had not stopped. At this moment, only a large piece of silver covered the courtyard, the path and the On the roof.

The attendant knight came over with the horse and bowed down beside the young marquis: "Adult, you want..."

Belk waved his hand and let the attendant knight retreat: "Take the horse back, I am going to the city to walk and walk."

At this time, most of the places where people lived in places have turned into depression, even the “Soulingburg”, which is a famous big city in the eastern part of the Plain of the Holy Spirit, is no exception. Outside the warm castle, the entire urban area where civilians live is cold. It is deserted, and pedestrians are scarce. Even if you walk on the widest streets, the number of passers-by can be seen.

But in fact, being able to see civilians on the streets is already a manifestation of lively prosperity. At least some people are willing to go out in this cold weather, at least the most basic business activities, social activities in the civilian population of the city. This is hard to see in the ordinary countryside.

Berk did not ride horses, nor did he wear armor. He was wearing a wolf-skinned shackle, lined with knights, and strolled freely between the streets of the west town of Sorinburg.

Since the Eastern Army has occupied this city that once belonged to the royal family, he has not had the opportunity to walk on the streets in such a casual manner. As the heir to the Duke of the East, he always has countless things to learn and busy, although he is today Accepting the new task arranged by the prince, but this task is not immediately possible. He first needs to arrange for the hand to collect information on the settlement of the heresy in the surrounding area, the disappearance of the population, the spread of abnormal diseases, etc., and then he can act in person. Before, he finally had a little leisure time.

Unfortunately, this leisure time is in the winter, he did not have the opportunity to see too many interesting scenes of the folk.

Walking aimlessly, watching the cold and clear streets, Berk finally sighed.

I really can't see anything, and the winter walk is the most boring.

The young Marquis turned and prepared to leave the place.

However, just before he took a step, a sudden voice suddenly came into his ear.

The voice is mixed with curses and the movements that hit the body, and there are some repressed sorrows.

Belk frowned and looked in the direction of the sound, which was definitely beyond the reach of ordinary people's hearings outside the two streets.

He walked forward, and his figure crossed a phantom on the nearly empty street. After a few seconds, he came to the alley and saw what happened in the alley.

Several tall, strong men were surrounded by a thin figure that had been huddled on the ground, punching and swearing with rude words, and on the ground near them, a tub was knocked over. Ground, more than a dozen pieces of clothes scattered around.

This disgusting scene made Berk's face gloomy. He immediately shouted: "What are you doing?"

The sudden shouts caused the people who were violent to stop. They turned their heads and looked at the direction of the voice. They had anger on their faces. They seemed to want to learn the people who intervened, but they were watching the lane. After the tall young man, these people almost stunned and stunned, and accompanied by a few sighs of cool air.

"Big... adults..."

Someone groaned, and Berk looked at the voice: "What happened here?"

After seeing these people's strong body, relatively neat clothes and their instantly recognizing their expressions, he has already vaguely guessed their identity.

"Adults... I... we are teaching a sinner," the first person who spoke first screamed. "She... she is a laundry woman, but she stole the employer's clothes..."

she was?

Belk bowed his head and saw the thin figure that had been huddled to the ground because of the beating. He was crawling up and down, crawling to the clothes scattered on the ground and the tub, her dry yellow hair. Scattered in the back, wearing a worn out clothes that could not see the original color, and a lot of rags on the legs to resist the cold, she looked up and revealed that there was not much blood, because of malnutrition The dry and yellow face.

She is a woman, not at all beautiful, only the eyes left a deep impression on Berk.

But if she is very beautiful, she is afraid of not only punching and kicking here.

Belk lowered his head and looked calmly at the laundry woman who was picking up clothes. Some of the clothes still had moisture, and they were about to freeze on the ground: "Who did you steal?"

The laundry woman lowered her head and the voice was very light: "No one has stolen, adult."

"Adult, look, she is still lying!" one of the men standing around shouted immediately. "She stole..."

"Stealing you?" Belk looked up and stared at the man who was vocal.

The man was stunned at once.

"Stealing you?" Belk turned his eyes and looked at the next person.

That person is equally ashamed.

"Your? Or yours?"

No one responded.

"Very well, you at least dare not continue to lie," Belk stared at them. Every word made the necks of these people shrink even more. "So I don't have to send your body back to the east."

These people are soldiers in the east of the rotation.

In addition to occupying the soldiers of the city, few people will be as strong as they are, wearing warm winter clothes, have extra energy, and can instantly recognize Berk Loren wearing uniforms.

Belk lowered his head again and looked at the laundry woman who had picked up all the clothes and kept her head down on the tub: "Are you a local?"

The laundry woman still looked down, as if she didn't dare to look up and said: "...Yes, adults."

Belk nodded and his eyes fell back on the scum of the soldiers. He took a breath, but slowly calmed the magic of the body.

The army, disciplined, this is the order of Prince Edmund.

"Bullying civilians, deceiving the sergeant, going to your centurion, each leading 30 lashes, confinement for a week, this month the military halved."

Those scums left in fear and frustration.

The laundry woman still crouched on the floor, lowered her head, and placed her tub and clothes that needed to be re-washed.

"Looked up."

Berk said calmly.

He saw the other person raise his head a little, but he quickly went down and kept looking straight ahead.

Belk sighed in his heart, squatting down, aligning with the other's line of sight, looking at the malnourished, unrelated face, looking at the numb eyes in the awe.

In other occasions, in the banquet hall of the castle, countless famous people, the beautiful ladies will be willing to pay the price of a manor in exchange for a chance to be opposite to him at such a close distance.

"Those people are scums in the East and cannot represent the army in the East."

The laundry woman immediately lowered her head and responded: "Yes, adults."

Belk frowned, and looked at the other's thin and sloppy clothes, then found two gold coins from his arms.

He thought for a moment, put the gold coins back, and then rummaged from another pocket for a long time, finally found some copper plates and cut silver.

He threw those coins into the tub of the laundry woman, and then stood up: "This is the compensation that Dongjing gives you. You can use them to buy bread, and then change the clothes that can keep warm."

The laundry woman’s eyes fell on the squeaky coins. She carefully took them all together, and the movements were light and serious. After doing all this, Berk heard the other person suddenly ask:

"Adult, can you give each person a winter bread and warm clothes?"

This unexpected problem made Belk stunned and subconsciously wanted to tell him that he could.

He is the eldest son of the Duke, the Marquis of Berk Loren, the master of the future of the East. He has countless manors and fields under his private name, even if half of them have been donated to the prince of Edmund. The legion was given to the serfs and tenants in the territory, and he also had the ability to distribute winter food and clothes to every civilian in Sorinburg.

However, the laundry woman had stood up and bowed reverently, leaving with a tub and a pot of clothes.