Chapter 12

Towards noon, the fog in Heibao town gradually dissipated. The free people in the shanty towns in the east of the town climbed out of the narrow shacks one after another and began to rack their brains for a day's food.

The free people in this world are not free people. In fact, they are a group of refugees without identity. They were called Untouchables by the nobles and were not protected by the Lords.

They wander around, precarious, and often engage in some cheap or dangerous jobs, such as cleaners, porters, circus performers, tramps, or thieves, warblers, mercenaries and even bandits.

After all, the world is too dangerous for an ordinary person to survive alone by his weak strength. Of course, if you are strong enough or have exquisite skills, whether you are a free people or a leading people, you can live very well.

Bob was a free man. He was once the leader of a viscount in the eastern province. However, the cruel war swallowed up his home, and even his lord died in the war. Therefore, Bob became a free man. He followed the fleeing team to the development leader in the West. He hoped that he could be recruited by the Lord and become a leader who could farm at ease again. He could only do this.

Unfortunately, he has been in Heibao town for a year and has not been recruited by the Lord, because too many people have fled here from the three eastern provinces.

After touching his growling stomach, Bob decided to find his hometown to see if he could do some work.

Bob and other free people usually make a living by building Heibao town for the York family, but with the completion of the wall of Heibao Town, he just wants to carry stones, and no one wants them.

Not long after he got out of the shack, Bob heard a loud cry.

"Baron Wimbledon leads the recruitment of farmers, miners, blacksmiths and carpenters. Those who are willing to come can take their families to the territory to become the leader of the Wimbledon family. The people who come first distribute one-day rations, clothes and farm tools. They are leaving this afternoon. The guys who want to go come here to sign up." A one legged old man in a black deacon suit was shouting by the side of the road. Beside him was an open carriage filled with black bread, cheese, soy sauce and even salted fish.

Bob swallowed bitterly. Four fierce armed guards on side of the carriage made him dare not do anything, especially one eyed dragon with the a fierce face.

Although Bob wanted to be the leader of an aristocratic master, he heard that the Baron Wimbledon had little strength. He was attacked by bandits soon after he came to develop the leader. Even he himself became the prisoner of thieves. His leader was either killed by the robbers or became the rations of monsters in the wilderness.

Moreover, Bob also heard that the Baron was not only far away, but also more dangerous.

Bob didn't want to die on the road, so he decided not to apply for the recruitment of the Lord.

Suddenly, the sound of horses running came not far away, and Bob quickly let him to the side of the road.

As a free man, if you are killed or injured by a horse, don't expect someone to do justice to you.

Seeing a group of cavalry galloping here, these cavalry are well-equipped, especially the three cavalry at the head, who are actually wearing scale armor.

Bob immediately came to the spirit. He knew that those who could wear this scale were noble trainee knights, which meant that there was at least one knight master behind the cavalry.

It must be the knight master who came to recruit the collar people or soldiers. Bob secretly thought that he vowed to seize this opportunity.

The cavalry came to the steward of the Wimbledon family and stopped the horse. One of the trainee Knights looked at several people beside the car and said arrogantly, "are you the steward and guard of the Wimbledon family?"

"Yes, several knights, we are." The steward in black nodded and bowed to several trainee knights.

The courteous attitude of the steward and the title of the knight satisfied the arrogant trainee knight. He said gently: "we are the escort of the knight Bruce. We will give you his flag at the order of the knight. The knight said that he will lead a team to escort you to the territory and carry out patrol missions in the afternoon."

The trainee knight took out a flag representing Bruce's knighthood and handed it to the old steward.

After the old steward took over the flag respectfully, the cavalry did not talk nonsense, turned their horses and left.

When the cavalry left, the old steward of the Wimbledon family asked someone to hang up the flag and began to shout again to continue recruiting the people.

Before he finished shouting, someone shouted, "I'd like to go! I'm a farmer and can do some carpentry work. Count me in." I saw Bob, a free man, running out of the road.

And the free people, who were watching the excitement behind, seemed to understand something, and rushed up one after another, shouting one by one.

"I'll go too. I've planted land for the noble master and can raise horses."

"Take me. I'm a cobbler."

"And me, and me."

The sudden surge of people suddenly made the disabled manager who had been ignored for two consecutive days happy.

In black castle, Victor's temporary room, Nelson is reporting to his loyal Lord about the progress of recruiting his people.

"My Lord, Gru, they just sent a letter saying that they have recruited more than 350 collar people. Now there are many people who want to go to the new territory with us. They want to ask you, do you want to recruit more people?" Nelson said excitedly to victor.

"No, if we recruit more people, we will have a big burden. Of course, people with special talents can be an exception." Victor smiled faintly.

Yesterday, Victor made a small request to Sylvia to ask Knight Bruce to send someone to the shantytown to give them a flag.

Sure enough, after learning that there were knights, the free people who were still waiting immediately rushed to join the Baron as if they had beaten chicken blood.

"Sir, how are you talking with the church? Is there a priest with us?" Nelson looked expectantly at Victor.

As a mercenary, Nelson most wanted a priest in the team.

Victor shook his head regretfully. He had just come out of the Church of the Lord of glory to visit bishop Perot.

The scene of purifying the wizard in the square two days ago had a great impact on him, and the thought that he might be watched by the wizard made Victor uneasy.

Therefore, Victor planned to discuss with bishop Perot, hoping that the church could send a priest to his territory to preach.

The priests of Guanghui church can not only use divination, but also master martial arts. They are especially good at using one handed hammer and flail, and their combat effectiveness is not even inferior to that of ordinary trainee knights.

However, the current lords do not like the priests in their own territory, because the priests of the church have too much influence on the people and will restrict the rights of the Lords.

But Victor can't manage so much. A priest who can heal, fight and unite people is very useful for the weak baron.

Of course, the most important thing is that having a priest of the glorious church around will always make those who try to use witchcraft to murder him scruple.

After explaining his intention to bishop Perot, Victor said that he would give priority to building a church in the territory for the priests of the church.

Although bishop Perot praised Victor's piety, he regretted that the church did not have enough priests to send to pioneer leaders.

Although he was disappointed, Victor could understand that, after all, no priest was willing to preach in such a remote development area, which was like exile.

"Well, if no priest is willing to come, you can arrange the recruited leaders, select some capable people among them as militia, and equip them with epithelial armor, wooden shield and spear. We will start after meeting with the Bruce knight in the afternoon." Victor patted commander Zhan Xiong on the shoulder and said, "it's up to you all the way!"

"Don't worry, sir, you will never be disappointed."