Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 125: Receive

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Star Lake Fort, night.

The guarded dining room was covered with dust and cobwebs, and only two candles glowed red, illuminating a faint shadow.

But at this moment, many people are sitting here to eat, noisy and lively.

"That old man, what Vitano," DD leaned against the wall, put his leg on the bench, and bit a piece of bread. "Since I came here, I have never heard him say a word, could it be from Zombies crawling out of the soil?"

Zombies.

Everyone eating at the same table, look at me, I look at you, and subconsciously look at another table behind me.

D.D realized something, he smiled awkwardly, turned his head and beckoned to the real "zombie"-Glover:

"Sorry."

Glover was drinking soup, he threw down the spoon when he heard the words, his eyes were cold:

"Why are you sorry?"

Doyle was taken aback by the fierce eyes of the zombies.

"I..."

D.D realized that it was not good, laughed at himself and lowered his head:

"Hug, sorry."

"But the old man, the guard, maybe he is indeed a zombie." At the other end of the long table, Wiya suddenly uttered a voice, attracting everyone's attention.

The dining room is quiet.

Glover frowned.

"Speak carefully," Toledo reminded seriously, "Majors's herald," "Commander Mallos respects the old gentleman very much."

Wiya shook his head, lowered his head and took a sip of the strange "drink" that the logistics wing did not know where it came from, with a painful expression:

"No, I mean, he is not easy."

D.D came up: "What do you mean, Real Huaiya?"

"Xinghu Castle has no owner for many years, and it has almost become an animal nest," Wiya said solemnly, "and animals are very sensitive to territories. We breathe, we can all start a group of crows from the corner, but ..."

He raised his head and looked at everyone:

"The old guard lives here, but he didn't disturb even a rat."

Everyone who was dining was suddenly awe-inspiring.

In the dark corner, Hugo Fubby picked up a notebook with a blank expression, a special flag officer who was incompatible with everyone, and recorded:

Wya Casso.

Sensitive to observation.

Lost sleek.

"He has lived here for too long, the animals are not afraid of him?" D.D first bounced a spider that fell on the bread, then tore off the dusty crust from the bread, and took a bite.

Wiya shook his head: "This is just the best guess."

Logistics officer Piloga looked back from the window:

"What about the worst?"

Across from Glover, Rolf looked at his soup bowl uncomfortably. There was a spider flying from nowhere, struggling.

D.D sighed:

"Zombie."

Speaking of this, D.D remembered something again, and beckoned to Glover with embarrassment:

"That, sorry!"

Glover grunted and swallowed the food in his mouth.

"Morgan, Kusta, it's your shift." Two tired figures walked into the dining room, and the two in the same room staggered their shifts.

Doyle's eyes lit up:

"Hey, Bastia, Neshi! How about, is there anything good about Jackal Tower?"

"You mean except for cobwebs, stove ashes, cat dung, bird droppings, ghosts, rotting wood and rusted iron. D.D?"

The young vanguard officer Nech raised the kettle and poured himself a drink, sarcastically:

"Let me think about it, oh yes, there is a rotten rag, it smells like shit--puff, damn, what does this smell like?"

"Yermen tea," Piloga by the window sipped tea comfortably, "Don't ask more, ask is the friendly sponsorship of the logistics wing."

"There is a monastery in the southeast corner. There are many cemeteries in it." When Bastiya saw this, he poured out his drink decisively and tore off a piece of cobweb on the top of his head. "It's surprisingly clean. Apparently someone regularly Clean up-maybe it's the old man."

"Maybe he lives in the cemetery, you know—zombies!"

D.D laughed, habitually looking back and beckoning:

"Hug——"

"Sorry again, I will throw you out of the window." Glover stared at him firmly.

As if to cooperate with him, Rolf next to him poured out the spider soup in his hand, snorted coldly, and blew a slight wind.

The room is quiet.

Doyle had to talk back.

In the corner, there are a few more lines in Forby’s notebook:

Karen Glover.

Atmosphere destroyer.

But there is a final word of prestige.

"Don't worry about it," Paul Bozdorf, who joined halfway, said suddenly, "Lord Mallos trusts the old man for a reason."

Huiya's eyes moved:

"Do you know him?"

Paul shook his head:

"No, but I know the last name."

"Add pictures."

Paul's complexion is calm, and he said lightly:

"This is the maiden name of the queen of the dynasty, and the home of the great merchants of the kingdom."

All eyes turned to Bozdorf's heir.

"Queen Keya?" Wyard was surprised.

"His Royal Highness's stepmother?" D.D was puzzled.

"We still have a queen?" Willow in the north was bewildered.

Paul ignored everyone’s reaction and continued:

"The Cato family started from reselling trophies and making war money. They acted low-key, but they were closely related to the Fuxing Palace. They were the best among the royal franchised merchants and opened up a lot of wealth for the stars of the past. Humble, but the position is critical, and the energy is not small."

Paul looked up:

"That's why his Majesty Kessel, the youngest son of the first king, would marry the daughter of the Cato family as his wife."

Fobi, the banner officer, does not move his expression and keeps working hard:

Paul Bozdorf.

Sullen and introverted, the key points in the language, the background is not shallow.

"Oh, this explains why the old man is here," D.D suddenly realized, "Because his task is to guard the royal property."

Wiya squinted her eyes:

"But those animals...why do I feel more than that?"

"Instead of worrying about this, consider what we will do next."

Nech scooped up a spoonful of oatmeal which was almost insubstantial, and gritted his teeth:

"I said, how long will I have to eat these things? Old Pi, you are a logistics officer, how do you say?"

Nate Nehy.

Young and vigorous, I don't know how to restrain.

Fobby continued to write.

"Believe me, your Highness and the sir have already started to deal with this matter."

Piloga sighed and raised his cup:

"Look at the opening point, yerba mate is also tea."

Nech gave him a gesture dedicated to the Star Lake Guard—a middle finger.

Middle finger, as a provocative gesture.

Record of Forby's flag officer frowning:

The Duke of Thales, You Xi, uses the rare and peculiar Northland customs to cultivate the culture of the guards and enhance the cohesion and sense of belonging of his subordinates.

"You know."

Bastiya said suddenly:

"I went home a few days ago. Everyone gave pointers and stopped talking. Even my five-year-old nephew was hiding from me, as if I had suddenly become a leper."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone fell silent.

"Why," Bastia sighed, "Why does your Highness have to fight against your Majesty? You still follow him into the palace..."

The Forby flag officer in the corner pouted his lips:

Ad Bastia.

As always, conservative, timid and worried.

Boom.

The Herald Toledo put down the bowl coldly.

"The Chief Mallors has already convened a meeting to admonish this issue."

Toledo replied lightly, but there was a chill in his tone:

"We have our own vows."

Everyone looked at each other, and the atmosphere in the dining room became a bit awkward.

Huaiya, Glover, D.D and others were particularly silent.

"Of course I know this, but to be honest," Nexi was glum, "My father wants to find a relationship to let me transfer my post and return to the Fuxing Palace."

"My uncle has a different opinion." Penal Winged Pezzarosi drank the yerba mate in the cup, and was distorted by the smell. "He thinks the king has only one son, and he doesn’t like him anymore. Sooner or later..."

"Speak carefully!" Toledo snapped.

"Come on, Toledo!"

Nexi spread his hands and complained: "We have been exiled into the wilderness where no one cares, and we have to save food, so we should be cautious? Why, the flag wing can hide in the spider web and watch us. What do you mean, Uncle Hugo? You have been taking notes for months!"

"Go away." Hugo Forby didn't look up, but kept writing:

Neshi, likes to ask for trouble.

"Then why don't you leave?"

D.D speaks suddenly, his tone is not as easy as usual:

"Why not go back, go back to where you are used to?"

Neshi and Pezzarosi, including Bastia, look at me, I look at you, at a loss.

Glover stirred the spoon, without raising his head, he took it with a light hum:

"Yeah, go back and lick the big hanging brother?"

This nickname made everyone stunned for a while, and immediately caused a burst of laughter.

"I know why."

Doyle stared at only half of the bread in his hand, and flicked away a moth on it again:

"Because in the Fuxing Palace, no adult is willing to tie his hands and feet to trouble his upper body at the royal banquet, just to save a sly guard."

He sighed:

"No one."

The dining room fell silent again.

Foby threw away the dead moths in the notebook, silently observed the surrounding atmosphere, and wrote a few more words:

Danny Doyle.

Speaking seems heartless, do whatever you want.

But funny, painful, emotional, and grateful, but they always fit the atmosphere and hit the emotions of others.

"Then, thank you for your self-introduction, Guard Doyle." Nehy snorted softly.

"I know that Your Highness is still young and treats people sincerely," the security officer Komutto who was sitting in the corner sighed softly, "but we have to remind him that sincerity does not get everything."

"Yes, your Royal Highness came back from the north and got used to the Yankee style," Piloga shook his head. "I haven't suffered from the stars yet-I hope he can get through it safely."

Gianluca Commuto.

Leo Piloga.

Being passive in doing things, staying safe and wise, but

Forby frowned, his pen stopped on the turning word and didn't write down.

He thinks something is wrong.

"You worry too much."

In the end, the person who spoke was Huaiya.

"I think, what we see is different from what His Highness sees, after all."

"His Royal Highness told me," the prince attendant said firmly, "If you see the sun, you won't be able to go back to the cave."

Nexi hummed softly:

"Thank you, my maid, you don't understand again."

Kehuaia shook his head.

"You only really knew him at that banquet," Huaiya said in a mysterious way, "but I have followed Your Highness from six...seven years ago. No one was earlier than me."

A deep guttural voice came from behind him:

"Huh."

"Sorry," Wiya rolled his eyes and waved to the masked man behind him, "Rolf is a little bit earlier than me..."

Rolf turned his head now.

"I followed him, saw him break into the army of the Northlanders, saw him walk back to the trap of the Valiant Palace, saw him break the conspiracy of the King of Princes, and saw him and Chaman Rumba Work together and dance with wolves."

Everyone in the room quieted down unconsciously as they listened to Huaiya's words.

"Yes, the Duke of Thales usually looks tolerant and easy-going, even a little weak to be deceived," the attendant's eyes flickered, "but only at critical moments, such as royal banquets, will you understand what he is like. People."

D.D shrugged.

No one speaks.

Only Fubby’s book keeps turning pages:

Wya Casso.

The oldest, the closest, and the person who knows the Duke of Thales best.

"In short, I don't really want to go back, but the castle gate has not been repaired anyway. If anyone wants to leave, please."

Glover said coldly:

"It's the same after repairing."

These words made everyone sing.

"Yes," Doyle lay down on the pile of debris behind him, staring at the cobwebs in the corner of the ceiling in a daze, "It sounds like we have the money to repair the gate."

Everyone laughed.

Foby squinted his eyes:

Danny Doyle.

The moderator and controller of the team atmosphere.

Everyone in the dining room gradually finished dinner, complaining and leaving in twos and threes.

Hugo Forby raised his gloomy eyes and turned to the next page.

Tyles Star.

Hesitate.

Weakness.

Compromise.

Gentle.

Naive.

Willful.

Impulsive.

Small market servants.

Full of affection.

Jiaxiu must be reported.

Be lazy and play slippery.

The interest is peculiar.

I like to be alone.

Making a fuss.

Have never graced the attendants.

Will not bend over.

Not good at establishing majesty.

Regardless of etiquette.

Uncomfortable relationship.

No bribes are needed to win.

Don't care about inheriting glory.

Don't brainwash collective slogans.

There is hardly any method of aristocratic rule to win people's hearts.

Foby has written here, and the pen has changed:

But.

Not only did his subordinates remain loyal, they became stronger, and the rumors were hard to shake.

It's...surprising.

Foby sharpened his eyes and wrote the last sentence:

Where are the hidden dangers?

The next second, his finger slipped on the spine of the book, and the text on it disappeared, as if it had leaked into the paper.

Just leave a blank.

It took Mallos three full days to clean up the dilapidated Star Lake Fort out of a part of the area, so that he could barely live in anyway.

Unexpectedly, Xinghu Castle occupies a large area and is fully functional. There are several different partitions such as the main hall, the jackal tower, the fast shadow building, the thinking room, the ascending hall, the Zhiyao area, the dining room, etc. , Used for hospitality, residence, reading, meditation, leisure, banquets, as well as the lakeside monastery that has long been left unattended but still preserved, the Xinghui courtyard (commonly known as lumberyard) used for trooping and training, etc. , I am afraid that all the rooms add up to no less than three or four hundred, let alone those hidden passages and secret rooms that may be hidden.

Tyles hasn’t remembered clearly how to move from the main hall to the study and bedroom. Mallos can only order the logistics and guard wings to seal the passage to the unknown or dilapidated. Working overtime with different versions of old castle maps, correcting the annotations, and constantly recording and unblocking newly organized rooms and lots.

But the good news is that Baron Quentin, the governor of the palace, is very talkative. He greeted the surrounding villages and towns in advance and asked them to make up for the nominal lord, the Duke of Xinghu, for food and clothing. Si is not going to starve to death in the castle, and with the help of the palace manager, the logistics wing continues to recruit servant cooks and gardeners in the farm, on the condition that part of the tax is exempted.

"Your fiefdom is about the size of a small baronial—of course it is not a baron in the north or on a cliff. They are all uninhabited wasteland, and the area is almost as large as that of an earl in the south bank..."

This morning, Thales was walking on the ridge, accompanied by Baron Quentin, who had come from the capital, who was talking about the fields in front of him.

"The six farms, except for one belonging to the sunset monastery, which wants to serve the gods, the other five must report to you. There are self-employed land, leased land, and historic public land-but now all Intricate and intertwined..."

Behind Baron Quentin were five respectful butlers, each holding a thick stack of books and records in his hand, and more attendants, guards, and servants followed behind him, trembling.

"The production routes of the farms vary from field to field. Farmers alone are far from enough. We have hired a lot of workers to produce grapes, wool and other primitive crops according to the season and time of day. Of course, it will be another month. , The wheat in the field will be harvested too. It will be very busy at that time, with many more people..."

Thyls frowned.

The place where they are located is a farm belonging to Xinghubao. Along the way, farmers can be seen everywhere carrying farm tools and leading cows and horses to the fields, or peasant women carrying fur baskets to work in the workshop, maybe they I didn't know Thales, but I saw Baron Quentin and a few housekeepers, their face changed slightly, and they all stepped back, whispering between bowing their heads.

"There are also three villages or small towns with a long history. Even the war cannot be erased. The royal family is taxed regularly, but the economy has been sluggish recently. People prefer to go to Wing Star City or other big towns to find work and livelihood ..."

The palace chief was very interested and said as he walked, he was very familiar with the situation of the Xinghu Castle fief:

"In addition, your fief is next to the Wang Family Hunting Forest. If the villagers want to go there to pick up game, chop some firewood or something, as long as they pay enough and don’t be too blatant, we will just open our eyes. Closing one's eyes can also be regarded as an output. After all, it is not easy for everyone after the Scarlet Year..."

"Also remember that every farm and town has its own craftsmen. Their craft products, such as fabrics, furniture, honey, candles, soaps, including some rare things, are the most likely to be leaked. I've been..."

Tyles' brows tightened.

"These lists record the overview of your farm, including the name of each farmer and the land and farm tools, various hires and craftsmen, as well as the annual reference output. The rent should be paid, and you will be responsible for it in the future..."

"Wow, Lord Baron," Thales had to interrupt him with a loud voice, "I need all these things, uh, remember them all?"

Baron Quentin only glanced at him, and immediately understood the Duke's mood at the moment, and he sighed slightly.

"Every decent family will have its own trustworthy housekeeper, who manages the accounts and rents for the owner, hires manpower, supervises the work, and takes care of the owner’s food, clothing, housing and transportation. In fact, the larger the family, the more a good housekeeper is needed—— ——Damn it, Cordero, stop telling me to be lazy to meet your people!"

The palace steward switched seamlessly from bitterness to anger in just one second-he reprimanded the butler of the local farm, who was sweating, turned around and roared a few hiding in the shade of the trees, screaming, and screaming at Thales. ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? A row of pointing employees.

Quentin General Manager turned back angrily:

"Believe me, in these farms, from farmers to workers, from housekeepers to supervisors, they are lazy, cunning, rough, and frivolous, but they are greedy, marketable, arrogant, and they are used to being lazy. Work less and get more money..."

"You must have the shrewdness of a fox and the mighty majesty of a lion to control these white-eyed wolves."

"It seems that you are the truly indispensable person in this land." Thales sighed with emotion, sincerely and honestly.

Baron Quentin coughed, his words were humble in fear and fear, but there was a hint of joy on his face that could not be concealed.

"His Royal Highness, you dare not say that, Mengxian Wang believes it is important."

"So, the butler?" Thales looked at the magistrate with hope.

Quentin came back to his senses:

"Oh yes, and we, you can say, are the stewards of the Canstar royal family...one of the housekeepers. For this I need to know all the land and estates of the royal family, the output of every inch and every cent, the labor of the population..."

Thyls immediately went down the donkey:

"In this case, I think that I shouldn't overwhelm you when I first arrived, these things..."

Baron Quentin responded very quickly:

"I understand very well, after all, you are very busy..."

"Then everything is business as usual, and I will separate the tax that belongs to you, so that the steward of each farm and the mayor of the village and town will send to Star Lake Castle regularly, including monthly grain, firewood, fabric... Of course , The variety and exquisiteness of eating and wearing can’t be compared with those in Yongxing City......"

Thyls waved his hand lavishly, saying that Duke Xinghu should share the joys and sorrows of his people.

Looking at the nonchalant look of the prince, Quentin couldn't help sighing:

"In the future, there may be a hostess who will take care of these ~IndoMTL.com~ but unfortunately, you are the heir to the throne. The future hostess is destined to be the queen, Fuxing Palace, the royal capital, and even the family members of the nobles throughout the country. We are enough for her to be busy, and probably don’t have time to take care of these details...you still have to find the right person..."

I said so, but in fact there is not much to worry about, because Baron Quentin had arranged everything before he came. The public and private taxes on the territories near Xinghu Castle-land tax, poll tax, Hunting tax, including transaction tax, travel tax, etc., was collected by the tax collectors of the Finance and Taxation Department in the past. This year, all taxes will be transferred to Xinghubao.

It's just that the land is limited, so you don't need to think about getting rich overnight.

"I don't have such extravagant hopes, I just have to eat and wear."

Tyles has a headache to close the thinnest book record:

"Just don't make a big mess."

In the face of such an unmotivated heir to the royal family, Chief Quentin could not help sighing:

"I think, as long as you do not order the restoration of the right of first night, it should not be possible."

"Thank you, Master Manager."

Thyls looked at the palace chief who served his grandfather:

"I know that it was your intention to help and speed up the handover process that allowed me to receive this land so smoothly."

Baron Quentin paused.

He closed the account book and handed it to the other housekeepers to keep them away.

"Do you really think that I am the one who is indispensable to these lands and can decide where they belong?"

Baron Quentin looked at Thales with complicated eyes:

"I think he still cares about you."

Tyles' smile froze.

"Maybe."

Thyls reached into his pocket and touched the "Gurtaxa".

It feels cold to the touch, and it is prickly.

"Maybe."

He chuckled softly and pulled out his hand decisively.