The Wizard’s Fairy Tale

After lunch, William issued a task to several followers, "Old John, you and Little John continue to collect golden grass, as many as I want."

Old John nodded.

"Eddie, you have a new mission this time."

Hearing that there was a new task, blacksmith Eddie's eyes lit up, and he looked at William expectantly.

"This time, when the villagers come over, you will be responsible for recruiting people. Well, tell the villagers about our conditions. I will give you three Poole coins a day as a reward. If you do a good job, I will give you another reward," William said. .

The blacksmith Eddie's face suddenly became bitter, "Master Baron, I think these things can be done by Little John."

This is the first follower to refuse his order.

"Oh, Eddie, do you have a problem with my order?"

William's gaze shifted, and he stopped on the blacksmith Eddie, and an invisible pressure pressed on the blacksmith Eddie.

Eddie, the blacksmith, was under a lot of pressure immediately, and he remembered the scene where the baron in front of him killed two knight-level killers without changing his face, and broke out in a cold sweat.

It's all because William has been so kind during this time that Eddie has forgotten that the difference in status between him and William is like a world of difference.

Eddie the blacksmith said in a panic, "My lord, that's not what I meant. I respect you more than anyone else!"

When Eddie said this, Old John had an opinion in his heart, but it was inconvenient for him to say it at this time, so he kept it in his heart.

"It's just, Lord Baron, I want to do something more meaningful and valuable for you!"

"I'm a blacksmith. I can make farm tools and weapons for you." In the end, Eddie the blacksmith was a little bit aggrieved.

I see! Seeing Eddie's young appearance, William's mind turned around in an instant.

As a fledgling little blacksmith, he always wants to make some achievements and be recognized by others!

William's face suddenly melted into a smile, and the overwhelming power disappeared with William's smile.

"Eddie, I can understand! I also know that you are an excellent blacksmith! Really, I never doubted this." William said affirmatively, "I am also sure that your future will be bright! The road to the top of the mountain is just under your feet, and no matter how majestic the castle is, it needs to be built step by step.”

"And right now, just when I need you!"

"Lord Baron, I will fight for you until death!"

How can a noble speak so sincerely to a commoner blacksmith? They will only be on top!

Nobles in this world have not learned the trick of "visiting thatched cottage three times"!

The so-called "Scholar dies for his confidant"!

Eddie, the blacksmith in this world, was so moved that his eyes were red, he immediately half-knelt down, and assured William heavily.

William nodded to indicate that he understood, and then let him get up.

Judging by Eddie's current performance, it is estimated that William asked him to go to the Shadow Swamp to search for the whereabouts of the lizardman, and he passed without even thinking about it.

Of course, William doesn't need Eddie to go!

Eddie's current role is to help him farm well!

After finishing the blacksmith, William looked at Charles again.

Charles was also looking at William with a bit of complacency in his eyes.

"Charles, I will teach you how to make baskets later! The people Eddie recruited will be handed over to you for training, and you will supervise and guide them to complete their tasks, understand?"

"The method of weaving baskets?" Charles' eyes were full of joy. After all, in this era, technology is equal to money. To master one more technology is to master one more capital to eat.

If he knew these weaving methods back then, Old John would never have been able to persuade him to follow William to this remote territory.

"Um.

"William nodded disapprovingly, but it was just a basket weaving method. William also knows how to make baskets, sieves and other supplies, but there is no need to make them all now.

"Thank you, Lord Baron!" William didn't care, but Charles beamed with joy, and the other attendants also looked at him with a little envy.

Who wouldn't be jealous of learning an extra skill for no reason?

Charles was so excited that he didn't pay attention to his companion's eyes at all. Instead, he patted his chest and assured William, "Lord Baron, please rest assured that I will train those villagers well and let them make strong and useful brooms. I will work day and night and do my best to weave dustpans and baskets for you, my lord..."

The broom basically has no technical content, and Charles doesn't feel bad about teaching it for free. Besides, those villagers have done a lot, and he is also rewarded with Poole coins. Why not do it!

William realized that Charles had misinterpreted his meaning, frowned, and said in a deep voice, "Charles, what I mean is, you not only have to teach those villagers how to make brooms, but also teach them how to make dustpans and baskets!"

Charles' heart skipped a beat. He looked at William and asked in a low voice, "Master Baron, do you mean that you want me to take them in as apprentices?"

The apprentices of this era are not the students of William's previous life, but a naked personal attachment.

Becoming an apprentice is equivalent to signing a contract of prostitution. The apprentice becomes the master's slave. He must not disobey the master's beating and scolding, and he must work hard for the master to make money!

This kind of system guarantees the inheritance of technology under certain circumstances, but this is not what William wants.

He needs more people to learn technology, so as to liberate productivity and drive the development of the territory.

So William shook his head and said, "No, Charles, I want them to be workers!"

"Worker?" Not only Charles, but even Old John didn't understand. The concept of workers has not yet appeared in this era.

"Yes, workmen! Teach them how to weave, and for every twenty brooms, or five dustpans, or five baskets, you will get a poole, and besides that they are under your control, but not You own them personally. They have nothing to do with you, if they really say they have anything to do with someone, then it can only be me, got it, Charles!" William said calmly, but looked at Charles with serious eyes.

"As you wish! Everything here is yours!" His arms can't twist his thighs, not to mention that even the technique was taught by William. Charles has no confidence. When he thinks that everyone in the village will master this technique, he looks very nervous. frustrated.

Seeing William, his tone softened, "Cheer up, Charles!"

"Lord Baron, Charles will work hard to complete your explanation!" Charles still spoke weakly, and it seemed that the blow was not small.

Old John and the others are no longer jealous, but look at Charles sympathetically.

Poor Charles! They thought so.

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The small village of Nisai, the miller Adams' home.

As one of the richest people in the village, his thatched hut is much larger than that of ordinary villagers.

Others have only one thatched hut, but he has two.

At this time, old Gretel, the messenger, Merton, the village carpenter, and Hurst, the silent swineherd, gathered at Adams' house.

These people are all well-to-do households in the village, not only have more fields than others, but also have a kind of technology.

Before the lord William came, these people were the leaders of the village.

"Mr. Gretel, Mr. Merton, and Mr. Hurst, winter is coming. The mice have prepared food for the winter, and the birds are flying to the warm south. But what should we do?" Adams said. Looking at several people, he asked loudly.

Huster the swineherd didn't raise his head, just stood there blankly, staring at the ground, without saying a word.

Old Gretel didn't seem to have heard Adams' words either.

Only Merton the Handy also said, "Yes! Mr. Adams, what do you think we should do?"

"Hehe..." Adams laughed dryly, but rolled his eyes in his heart. If he knew, he would have brought a few more people.

In fact, among these people, Adams was most concerned about Old Gretel's attitude.

After all, he is the person who has the deepest connection with the big shots in Patras, and those big shots trust him a lot.

After thinking for a while, Adams said politely to Old Gretel, "Mr. Gretel, your wisdom can illuminate the entire swamp. What do you say we should do?"

"Hey hey..." Old Gretel cast a squinting glance at Adams, and said, "Adams, nature has its laws, and we cannot violate them!"

"Mr. Gretel, he's not nature!" Adams was a little angry. No matter what time, this old fox still refuses to tell the truth!

"For Nisai Village, he is the master of everything!" Old Gretel was still reticent.

"But our master wants us to die!" Adams retorted angrily.

"But he also pointed out a way for us!" Old God Gretel said emphatically.

Adams was discouraged, he took a deep breath, and said helplessly, "Mr. Gretel, you know that is a dead end!"

"Since that's the case, let's get straight to the point," Adams suggested.

Seeing that Old Gretel still didn't respond, Adams had no choice but to say, "Mr. Gretel, Mr. Merton, and Mr. Hurst, are you willing to stay in the village to spend this winter?"

Everyone was silent.

Adams continued, "Have you forgotten the bloody disaster?"

When it came to the "Blood Disaster", the faces of the others turned pale, and even Old Gretel was not surprised, obviously thinking of something terrible.

Adams was silent for a while, with a sullen face, looking deeply at old Gretel, and said solemnly, "Mr. Gretel, you are the only one among us who is familiar with those big shots. How do you think those big shots will think about this issue?" I think not only I want to know, but Mr. Merton and Mr. Hurst would like to know."

As Adams said, Merton the carpenter and Hurst the swineherd also looked at Old Gretel.

Obviously they are very concerned about this issue.

Otherwise, they would not have accepted Adams' invitation and came here to meet.

These people looked at Old Gretel without blinking. Old Gretel was also a little stressed. He pondered for a while before carefully choosing his words and said, "I heard that Viscount Grian intends to repair himself. New Will Castle, I guess Viscount Grian's recent demand for pisgold coins will be a little bigger."

As soon as they heard what Old Gretel said, the faces of the others showed joy.

How about asking for more money? They are all big households in the village and occupy a large amount of land in the village.

What they were most afraid of was that Viscount Grian chose to abandon them because of unspeakable reasons among the nobles.

That's what worries them the most.

Without this big stone weighing on his heart, Adams looked much more relaxed.

At this time, an excited voice came from outside Adams' house.

The sound was very loud, passing through Adams' grass wall, which had almost no sound insulation effect, to the ears of Adams and the others.

"Ina, Ina, where are you?"

"I have something great to tell you! Hurry up! It's gone before it's too late! Don't pull the weeds!"

Adams recognized Mark's voice in the village.