"Bang,bang,bang,bang..."

William's eyes were solemn, and his fingers unconsciously hit the tabletop.

He hesitated for a while, and finally made up his mind to the Magic Mirror, "Mirror, I want to know the situation of the Lizardman in the Shadow Swamp in the depths of the Dark Forest! Is there really a Lizardman?"

The sound of the magic mirror without emotional fluctuations appeared again.

"Master, it takes a lot of energy to detect the situation of the Shadow Swamp. Without the supplement of new energy, I will go to sleep early. Will I detect it?"

"Yes!" William said firmly, not even knowing the situation of his opponent is the most terrifying thing.

The Scarlet Hand is too far away. Perhaps William just asked the Magic Mirror to explore, and the Magic Mirror's energy would be exhausted. Although the Shadow Swamp is not close, it is still within an acceptable range.

Under William's command, the mirror of the magic mirror began to flash.

In a few moments, the mirror of the magic mirror became stable again, ripples like the water surface, and a scene appeared on the mirror.

In a deep and dark jungle, the ground was covered with mud, and a group of lizard men covered with dark brown scales and a thick tail were moving around.

Some of them hold rough wooden sticks, and some hold wooden spears, indicating that they already have a certain degree of wisdom and social organization.

A black shadow suddenly passed by the mirror.

It turned out that a wooden spear was stabbed out by a tall lizard man.

The wooden spear roared past, passing through the body of a black fox, nailed to the tree.

The scene of the magic mirror is frozen in this scene.

"Master, Master, there are more than 100,000 lizard people in the Shadow Swamp, which are distributed in tribal areas. The closer to the center area, the richer the swamp resources. The larger the lizard people tribe, the closer to the edge of the swamp, the smaller the lizard people tribe." The voice of the magic mirror spirit also sounded.

The facts are always so cruel.

William laughed at himself, with bitterness in his smile, "It turns out that what they said is true! The planned things are going to speed up! The moon of Frost and the moon of Frost, there are more than 4 months left!"

William was planning for the future farming in his heart, and suddenly, the voice of the Magic Mirror Spirit sounded again.

"Master, Master, my existing energy can last for 15 days, and then I will go to sleep!"

William's eyes suddenly paused. Isn't it still about thirty days left? It shrank halfway through a sudden drop. Your magic mirror is too durable, right? Is it okay if you don't have to do it with the Android battery?

William is now inseparable from the Magic Mirror. In addition to daily exercise, the Magic Mirror also serves as a dangerous warning and also has the important task of helping him monitor the entire village.

Can't shut down!

Well, there is another one to add in the plan - recharge the magic mirror! William said helplessly.

Are you going to kill someone and set fire again?

Who should I kill?

Why didn’t Scarlet Hand leave any contact information? He also planned to make an appointment with two more killers to serve!

Why!

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The next morning, the sun just came out and when it was dawn, the second plenary meeting of the village of Nisse was held again in front of the earthen house.

Thanks to the previous lessons, and when the villagers handed over the golden silk grass these days, William asked him to queue up in an orderly manner. Otherwise, the golden silk grass of the villagers would not be purchased.

Under the big stick of money, the villagers naturally did not dare to say anything and line up obediently.

As the team ranks more often, it becomes a habit.

Under this habit, the villagers who came were lined up spontaneously, standing at the location of the first meeting, and lined up in six long queues.

When William came out of the earthen house, he saw these six neat and no noises.

This made William smile proudly, and he thought that the past few days of hard work had not been in vain.

At least it has taught the villagers to queue up and keep quiet.

The Lord's smile represents his joy.

In a good mood, the lord is generally more tolerant.

So when I saw William's smile, the villagers in the queue felt a little more at ease and smiled more or less on my face.

In this atmosphere, William walked up to the stone platform again and spoke to all the villagers.

On both sides of his side, they are the results of the only handicraft workshop in the village these days.

Facing the new sun, William said to the villagers, "Good morning for the villagers of Nisse Village, my leaders, everyone!"

The villagers did not dare to speak, but looked at William quietly, including Jacques Porter.

After the last experience, he was as quiet as an ostrich, and he didn't dare to say a word, but his big eyes were shining and he stared at William motionlessly.

With so many villagers, Jacques Porter's abnormality was naturally not noticed by William.

The villagers didn't answer and he didn't care. He only saw him looking around the villagers and then continued, "Everyone's time is precious, and wasting time is to murder other people's lives."

"In view of this, I'll just say it."

"First of all, I want to say that the golden silk grass will not be acquired for the time being!"

Many villagers showed disappointment on their faces when they heard this. Although Old John had notified him last night, the meaning of speaking from the lord was still different.

"However, the weaving of the golden silk grass will continue, and the reward will remain unchanged." William added, and then saw some villagers breathing a sigh of relief.

If William guessed correctly, these villagers would be the workers in his handicraft workshop.

The income of three Poole copper coins per day is still very attractive to some villagers.

William continued without pause, "Next, I will announce something else to everyone!"

"Did you see these things next to me? I know that many of you have seen them, and many of them are even their makers." Among the villagers, more than a dozen villagers proudly raised their chests and looked proudly at the villagers on both sides. Mark and Ina were also looking proudly at the other villagers.

After all, they got more than just three Poole copper coins a day, but a technique.

Even if William no longer hires them one day, they can make a living by relying on this technology.

Those sturdy gadgets will always be useful.

The cost can even be said to be that there is no gold silk grass everywhere, but now it has been picked. Next year, it will grow all over the mountains and fields.

The only doubt they were in their hearts was whether the Lord, who had taught them this technique, would be willing to let them perform this craft freely.

Even if they have to hand over some of the profits, they are willing to do so.

If jealousy is fire, then these twenty villagers would have been burned out by the fire of jealousy in the eyes of other villagers.

But jealousy can only burn itself, but it cannot ignite others.

These twenty villagers still looked safe and sound.

William's voice still echoed throughout the venue.

"No need to mention these things, brooms and baskets, you all know that as for this thing," William pointed at the dustpan and said, "I named it dustpan. The broom can be used to clean up. The garbage you swept out can be swept into the dustpan and then thrown away!"

Adams, the villager, raised his hand.

This is also the rule set by William. When meetings are held, you must raise your hand when speaking.

William saw it, nodded, and agreed to his words.

With William's permission, Adams's eyes flashed with excitement. He looked around with pride and found that all his eyes were focused on William or the handicrafts, and few people looked at him.

He couldn't help but curse in his heart, "Silly Pig!"

Then he coughed and a humble smile appeared on his face, "Dear Baron, on this sunny day, please allow me to express my sincere gratitude to you, your arrival..."

"Your name is Adams, isn't your fault?" William frowned.

"Yes, Lord Baron." Adams was so excited that he nodded quickly when he saw William remembering himself.

"Adams, long story short, I don't have time to listen to you talking nonsense!" William said impatiently. Since he saw the Lizardman in the Shadow Swamp, he felt that time was urgent and he wanted to do a lot, but he could do it very shortly.

So he has to race against time!

"Hehe..." Adams' defeat made some villagers in the village who had long been dissatisfied with him and couldn't help but laugh.

Adams was angry, but he didn't dare to do it at all. Instead, he showed a flattering smile and said, "Sir Baron, our village has no need to clean it. Instead, he put them in Patras, and someone may like it."

"Adams, what you said doesn't need to be the past!" William did not look at Adams, but announced to the entire village.

The whole village looked at him in confusion, wondering what the lord was going to do!

Old Gret's eyes rolled and said in words only he could understand, "Are our new lord revealing his fangs too?"

He probably guessed that what William was going to do was nothing more than buying and selling, buying at a low price, selling at a high price, and eating at a low price, and eating the difference in the middle!

I just don't know how greedy he is! Old Gret sighed in his heart.

Sure enough, William's next words confirmed Old Grett's guess.

"The third regulation of the Decas Territory does not allow litter everywhere, and urination and defecation are not allowed. All garbage and defecation must be placed in designated locations. Violators will be fined a franc silver coin. If the circumstances are particularly serious, a pixie gold coin will be fined and will be hard-working for seven days!" William said seriously while scanning the faces of every villager, "Old John, write down this regulation!"

"Yes, Lord Baron!" Old John replied loudly, taking out the parchment paper and a quill pen, and remembering it blinked.

The expressions of the villagers changed from initial surprise to surprise.

Many lords will collect various taxes, but no lord even needs to be fined if he even poops! And the punishment is so heavy! This new lord is deliberately trying to take away their land and force them into serfs?
Chapter completed!