A new treasurer has taken office in Viscount Wenlani's territory.
The former steward was dismissed and punished, along with many former staff members. Some positions were replaced with new members. From then on, with the exception of Miss Gweil, all the managers and administrative staff in the territory were completely replaced, and the old faces were no longer seen.
On the lawn next to the mansion, Gweil, Lubin, and the knight played by Loran Hill sat around a round table.
It's a rare sunny day today, and the warm sunshine makes people feel warm.
Yiena carefully poured tea for the three of them, then stood quietly by.
"I have to thank Mr. Lubin this time for helping me expose the butler's identity." Gweil held the teacup and warmed her slightly cold fingers.
"This is actually not just my credit. I just happened to be pushed out to speak." Lu Bin shook his head modestly, and then briefly introduced the current situation in the territory to Gweil.
"Thanks to the reforms to the guard and taxation systems, the territory is now much more peaceful and stable, and people are no longer as nervous as they were before."
"I'm finally relieved." Gweil pressed her chest lightly to express her relief.
"Thank you Mr. Wuming and Mr. Lubin for your hard work. I didn't do anything but I'm enjoying the praise."
"Don't worry, you will be busy in the future." The knight shook his head.
"Then I will look forward to the task that the Lord has assigned to me." Gville also smiled. It seemed that the young lady had gotten used to the way of getting along with the knight recently and was no longer as reserved as she was at the beginning.
"I'm sorry that my father has brought so much misfortune to everyone. Although I don't like him very much, since I have inherited the name of Wenlani, I will also bear the corresponding responsibilities."
"There are actually very few nobles who think like the young lady." Lu Bin looked at this simple and beautiful noble girl with emotion.
"Ah, isn't this a basic obligation? I read it in books." Gweil seldom goes out, and most of her knowledge and worldview are built on the books in the lord's room.
"Perhaps there was such a beautiful era a long, long time ago." Lu Bin explained.
"But in reality, nine out of ten nobles I met were incompetent, or even bad."
"The young lady has too high expectations of other nobles."
"Perhaps in your opinion, as a noble, one should be a role model, virtuous and wise, brave and courageous."
"But in reality, nobles are also human beings. Most of them are not so outstanding. They are not smarter or more diligent because of their birth. On the contrary, because of better conditions, they are likely to lose their compassion and become lazy."
"I think you must have experienced childhood as well. Being a child is a crucial time for the formation of one's character."
"If a child does all kinds of things without being scolded or punished, will he become bold and outspoken? If he enjoys bullying others but no one stops him, will he become accustomed to it?"
"It's true that some nobles with good family traditions will strictly educate their children, but there are even more nobles who spoil and indulge their children. Once these children grow up, they will not strictly educate their children."
"Without supervision and corresponding punishment, the character of the nobility will gradually decline until the day they fall into the abyss." Lubin explained the root cause of the gradual corruption of the imperial system from another perspective.
Compared to the fiercely competitive imperial capital, the nobles of the border fiefdoms would decline more rapidly. They were like kings of the mountains, unsupervised and relying solely on self-discipline to maintain their existence. Once self-discipline was gone, their decline would be a catastrophic one.
In the southern border, far away from the center of the empire, there are many such nobles, and that is why such scenes are always happening.
After the beginning of spring, spring farming began in all the fiefdoms of various sizes within the Dragon Horn Province. Along with the caravans selling farm tools and seeds, more people gradually learned about what was happening in Viscount Wenlani's territory.
In a hidden corner where the guards were not around, some discussions and deliberations were slowly taking place. They didn't start by talking about things like uprising or something that would cause nervousness, but simply helped each other.
If the guards ransack your home, at least there will be like-minded companions who will come and help you through the difficult times.
Such small organizations gradually spread throughout the province, but the guards and nobles remained unaware and continued their hedonistic lives as before.
After all, who would be willing to climb the mountain roads and visit every household in the cold season?
But the food and words delivered to the dry hands eventually touched the broken hearts.
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Red Heart Province, the former capital of the Pascal family.
Although it was a time when the snow had not yet dispersed, the atmosphere was burning. The roar of the dragon made the world within sight tremble. From time to time, burning flames streaked across the sky, falling to the earth and setting off exploding heat waves.
The wind and dust blew in your face, making you feel warm and suffocated. Even though the skin on the front half of your face was a little hot, the back was still cold.
"Charge!" Facing the waves of fire, armored soldiers raised their shields and advanced through the scorched earth and wreckage of grass and trees, while charred corpses still remained on the edge of the road.
Among these lofty peaks, there are sturdy castles. Down the hillside, legions are marching in formation. The flowing magic power shines on the soldiers, like a thin layer of armor, isolating them from the scattered scorching waves of fire.
They were arranged in a tight formation, which made them vulnerable to being burned by the dragon's fiery breath, but at least with resonance and cooperation, they were not completely defenseless.
"Imperial Decree: Spear of Lightning!"
Beneath the mountain where the giant dragon was circling, a shimmering figure swam rapidly, the spear in its hand waving in the air like a part of its body, splitting the oncoming surging waves of fire.
War Sequence 6: Thunder Sword, Sinclair, a hero famous on the battlefield and commander of an elite corps.
With the entrance of this shining star general, the soldiers on the field seemed to come alive. Their shining resonant hearts, accompanied by the surging lightning, wandered on the ground until the star general leaped up from the ground, and the flying spear blade tore through the dragon wings that covered the sky.
"Damn it." The Pascal knight on the dragon's back frowned and shouted angrily.
Then he controlled the giant dragon and flapped its wings again, rushing towards the higher sky.
The brilliant red dragon wings blocked out the sunlight and circled at the top of the sky, causing light and shadow to alternate from time to time, changing the scenery of the earth.
The fiery red dragon spear circled and fell down with a blazing sound, which pierced the earth. Finally, it exploded into a huge wave of fire that submerged everything.
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