The Wizard’s Fairy Tale

　　 When the sun came out, William came out of the house and stood on a stone platform in front of the house.

　　Old John and his son, and the blacksmith who followed him, the carpenter stood by.

　　 In front of William, there are black and overwhelming villagers, chaotic, and the space in front of him is completely enclosed!

　　 Some of the villagers were looking at William with their eyes wide open, and some were whispering.

　　 Hundreds of people are whispering, and the whole place is very noisy.

　　 The breath, the smell of sweat, the sour smell of clothes and other smells, mixed together, became a kind of terrifying poisonous gas, which made William nauseous.

　　 He couldn't help it, and he vomited the white bread he had just eaten.

　　 In front of more than 300 villagers, William vomited again!

　　 "The Baron Sir..."

"grown ups……"

　　 William's entourage rushed over and helped William.

　　The villagers below saw this scene, their eyes widened, with an unimaginable look, and immediately, their surprise turned into words and burst out.

　　 They discussed William's vomiting cheerfully.

　　 "Did you see it, Jack? Lord Baron vomited!"

　　 "I saw it, and this is the second time I saw it! But, Ella, when you talk, don't turn your mouth to me, or I will throw up too!"

　　 "The second time I vomit? The Lord Baron vomited another time? What was the first vomit?"

　　 "Ella, how many times did I say it? Don't turn your mouth to me!"

　　 "Okay! Then you tell me how the Lord Baron vomited last time? Come on!"

　　 "Last time...then I have to start from the day I went out..."

　　 "……"

　　 The villagers spoke louder and louder, and the topic became more and more biased.

　　 In the crowd, Old Grete slowly lowered his head, "Sure enough... is it just an aristocrat who grew up in a honeypot? Lord Grinn is right-he is just a child after all!"

　　Old Gretel couldn't help but contempt William.

　　 The son Great Grete next to him sneered and said to him, "Father, look! I said don't be afraid of him! You are always too worried."

　　 Old Grete shook his head, "Be careful, there is no big mistake."

　　 On the stone platform, Old John frowned deeply again, "Master Baron, would you like to go back and rest first? Let my son read your orders for you!"

　　 "No! I'll do this myself!" The only inventory in his stomach was exhausted, and William barely resisted the stinking attack.

　　 He let several entourages retreat to their original places, standing on the stone platform with a straight face, and staring at the villagers below silently.

　　 His serious appearance made some people feel uneasy.

　　 Anyway, William is still a nobleman after all, his lord.

　　Some people are always scared.

　　 Some people were afraid to speak, and closed their mouths.

　　Motion is contagious.

　　 Slowly, there were fewer and fewer people talking, and finally they became quiet.

　　 All the people looked at William on the stone platform with complicated eyes, to see what he was going to say!

　　 There was a glimmer of admiration in the eyes of the old John next to him. He was able to quiet the villagers in this way. It seemed that his Young Master William was a born lord.

　　 Of course, it would be better if you could get rid of the habit of vomiting!

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　　William was very calm. People had killed a lot. How could the noise of some villagers be taken seriously by him!

　　 When the villagers were calm, William began to speak.

　　 "Villagers of Nisai Village, I am yours..."

　　 Before the words were finished, there was a dispute in the upper left corner of the villager group, which suddenly silenced William's voice.

　　 "Jacques, step back! This is my position!"

　　 "Albert, thank you for taking this position for me! Now, please stand aside."

　　 "It's you who should stand aside... Damn, Jacques, I'm not easy to mess with Albert... Ah!"

　　 The villagers were attracted one after another, cast their eyes to the past, the whole place began to noisy again.

　　 William's face suddenly became gloomy. He looked coldly at the source of this incident, a sturdy man with a beard and a burly figure of 1.8 meters.

　　 He is roughly pushing a thin man about 1.7 meters to the ground, taking his original position, and proudly showing off his force to other villagers.

　　 But his behavior was to slap the Lord William in the face naked.

　　 Old John flushed with anger, and sternly cursed, "You **** untouchable, you dare to disturb Lord Baron's speech!"

The sturdy man turned his head. He glanced at William who was silent, and then looked at Old John lazily. He smiled and said, "On the contrary, I stood in the front to better listen to Lord Lord. Speaking! It’s me who show respect to Lord Lord!"

　　 "Then you shouldn't take someone else's position!" Old John said angrily.

　　 "No way, Lord John! Who will let him beat me? The loser gives up everything, right?" The big man clenched his fist like a casserole and laughed.

　　 "You..." Old John was anxious. Although he has a high status and great power, the problem is that the foundation of power is the system and people.

　　 There is no one under his hand, so how can he get such a splash?

　　 At this time, William finally spoke. His tone was flat and he couldn't hear any emotions.

　　 He looked at Dahan Hu, and asked, "What's your name?"

　　 William, the lord, asked the question in person, and the big beard wouldn't dare to be so casual.

　　He replied, "Lord Lord, my name is Jacques, Jacques Potter, everyone here calls me Hercules Jacques!"

　　 Talking, the big man with cheeks compares his bulging biceps muscle.

　　 "Good! Jacques, good, you are fine!"

　　 "Thank you Lord Lord for the compliment!" Hearing William's "praise", Jacques Potter smiled sweetly.

　　 The old Grett in the crowd watched silently!

　　 Obviously, things have developed to this point. If William let him go, his prestige will be a major blow. From then on, it is estimated that William's order will be difficult to unearth the house, let alone tax collection!

　　 On the contrary, Jacques Potter's prestige in the village will rise to new heights.

　　 What would you do? Old Gretel looked at William's face, thinking with interest.

　　 It's not just him, all the villagers of the knight are watching William's handling.

　　 William also had new moves.

　　 He suddenly turned his head to look at Old John, and said, "Old John."

　　 "Yes, Lord Baron!" Old John wondered why William would suddenly call him?

　　 "Take out the parchment and write down the first rule of our Dicas collar!" William's eyes slowly scanned the other villagers.

　　 These villagers are all confused by William's behavior. Why are they involved in the territorial laws? What are the regulations?

　　 "Uh...Yes!" Old John was taken aback, but still took out the parchment from his arms.

　　 This parchment is exactly the parchment that records the first investigation of Nisai Village.

　　 His son Little John passed a quill pen with black ink from the side.

　　Everything was ready, and William's eyes fell on the instigator, Jacques Potter, staring at him like an eagle.

　　 "Anyone who is leading the Dicas and disrupting the order will give you ten whips for one day!"

　　 "Since yesterday!" William added this sentence again.

　　Old John quickly wrote down the law William said on the parchment.

　　 "My Lord Baron, remember it!"

　　 "Yeah!" William looked at Jacques Potter, wondering if he said, "Jacques, Hercules Jacques, do you kneel down and be punished, or do I do it?"

　　Jacques Porter was stunned when he heard William's words. He immediately furious. He exclaimed, "Does our noble lord punish Jacques? Do you rely on them?"

　　 Jacques Potter glared at the villagers, and the villagers did not dare to look at him.

　　Jacques Potter looked at William's attendant again, "Are they still?"

　　Old John and they both rushed out angrily, and stood in front of Jacques Potter.

　　 Jacques Potter glanced at Old John with disdain, passed them, looked at Lord William on the stone platform, mockingly said, "Or Lord Lord, you will do it yourself..."

　　 The word "hand" was not spoken. With a sound of "chi", William on the stone platform disappeared.

　　 Jacques Porter, who had been paying attention to William's movements, opened his mouth in surprise, and then he felt a huge force hit his right cheek.

　　 The intense pain spread all over the body instantly, the brain was in a blank state, a few teeth in his mouth were knocked out, and the whole body was kicked up and fell onto several villagers watching the excitement.

　　 A few villagers dispersed, and Jacques Potter fell to the ground. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

　　 "Jacques!" A distressed voice came from the villagers.

　　 William followed the prestige, and the villagers he saw were suddenly silent, and they dared not say a word.

　　 Old Grete was among them, but he was different from other ignorant villagers, he knew something.

　　 is the power of the knight. Old Grete shouted in his heart.

　　 His son, Great Gretel, lost the first courage, and his head was almost down to his chest, fearing that William would notice him and that William would know what he said today.

　　 At this time, he regretted it in his heart, why did he say those things?

　　 The complicated psychological activities of the villagers couldn't be seen by William. He couldn't find the person who was speaking, so he turned his head around and looked at Jacques Potter who had fainted on the ground.

　　 William walked slowly to him.

　　 The surrounding villagers suddenly dispersed, giving way to a relatively empty area.

　　 William sneered. The ancients said it well, people are afraid of might but not virtue, afraid of power but not grateful!

　　 "Old John, hang him up, whip him ten times, and show it to the public for a day. Don't let it down until night!" William ordered.

　　 "Yes! Lord Baron!" Old John replied happily.

　　He walked over and pointed a finger at a few of the more robust villagers, "You, you, you, and you, come here, lift this idiot and hang it to the entrance of the village!"

　　William was fierce and mighty in front, the villagers did not dare to resist, and obeyed Old John's instructions honestly, and worked together to carry Jacques Potter to the entrance of the village.

　　The villagers voluntarily gave up a road for them to pass.

　　 This makes the conductor's old John psychologically refreshing-these untouchables, I must let Lord Baron collect 50% of your tax, no, not only 50%, but 60%!