After saying this, Joshua did not wait for the sudden noisy crowd to calm down, but continued to preach on his own: "Some of you should have known me long ago, but the theme today is not this - maybe you don't know yet, my father, the old lord, died in an accident, and my uncle took advantage of my absence to seize the main city, expelled my knight, and planned to seize my title."

"You must remember it deeply, because not long ago, their patrol team was still showing off their power on my street, but don't worry, they have completely disappeared and will not come again."

At this time, he paused, waited for the surging crowd to digest the news, and then shouted: "Because I have killed everyone in charge."

The originally chaotic crowd suddenly fell silent for a moment, and then there was a burst of cheers - everyone present had been threatened and extorted by the foreign patrol team, otherwise no matter how cold it was in winter, there would not be many people going out. The people of the north were simple. If there were more days than a few days, they would definitely have to make a move behind their backs. However, since the lord did it on his behalf, he would naturally have to celebrate first.

As for the naked and naked force of killing people... Only truly powerful people can lead knights and soldiers to expand their territory, resist the dark tide, and protect their own territory and people. Since the new lord has shown his force, then cheer for him.

Amid the cheers, Joshua concludes in a concise manner: "My leaders, you can live as you have ever been, walking freely on your own land. All those who have been blackmailed and hurt can come to St. Lauren's Cathedral for compensation - don't try to lie, the priest of the God of Suppression is watching you. Well, that's it, this year, families with newborns are tax-free for one year, and it's over."

A louder cheer came, and Joshua waved his hand at the bottom casually, then turned around and walked down the platform.

"Yingyu, let's go, the next thing is at the care of Atanis and the others."

“Yes, Master.”

Time flies, November 15th, the moon of frost falls, and six days after the declaration.

The frost spreads with the wind, everything freezes, and white completely covers the fields and pastures. The farmers have harvested the last wave of cold-resistant plants, while the herders drive cattle and sheep back to their sheds, and everyone is ready to face this winter.

The disputed continent, from the vast sea at the end of the north to the end of the sea, to the end of the south, every inch of its land is incredibly fertile, and the growth of plants is also extremely rapid due to the influence of magic. Multiplying the two, its product is the source of disaster that troubles all human forces, [Black Forest].

Outside the center of human power, the rapidly spreading black jungle in various fortresses on the frontier of civilization continues to grow, expanding like a plague, wantonly occupying the space for human survival. Among them, countless monsters growing as pioneers turned into black tides, destroying towns and villages, and corpses and blood as fertilizer to nurture a black forest. These cursed trees can grow to dozens of meters high in just three years, with a cape covered with all kinds of plants in the forest, and miasma is everywhere, like a different world.

The frontier fortresses that are closer to the Black Forest must be surrounded by dense forests or huge grasslands. Countless monsters lurk in them, eyeing them covetously. There is only a path covered with blood and bones behind the link, as the only passage.

Because of the severe cold, the northern region is relatively stable in this regard. The coldness suppresses the activity of plants and the cutting speed can easily exceed the growth rate of these plants. Therefore, the pressure on the Black Forest Fortress in Moldavia is not as high as that of the empire's southern borders.

This situation has its disadvantages and advantages. Because of the characteristics of plants and land, the lives of the common people in this world are not difficult, and they are at least much happier than those of the civilians in the Middle Ages of Joshua. Due to the special nature of the earth, no one has ever worried about food. The vitality of the food in this world is comparable to that of weeds. A mu of land can harvest at least three seasons of wheat in a year. Even in places like the northern land, two seasons are very simple. Sometimes the wheat mutates, and even requires mages and druids to come and control them, so that they cannot grow out of boundaries.

Although cattle, sheep and other herds can easily return to wildness due to magic, they grow very quickly. As long as there is enough feed tube, they can quickly leave their juvenile stage in about two weeks and officially harvest in about three quarters. The speed is incredible. After all, it is a magical fantasy world, and no matter how strange it is, it is normal.

In the villa west of the city, Joshua sat in the study, frowned and looked at the letters in his hand.

After becoming a lord, he would not have to say that he was very busy. He didn't have to do it himself when maintaining the order of the city and all kinds of chores in his name. The only things that the warriors need to pay attention to are actually the only people who do things under him.

What really made him feel troublesome was all kinds of letters.

As the successor of the Count of the Real Earl of the North, the new lord of Moldavia, since the day before yesterday, the etiquette letters from other nobles of the empire can almost be said to be endless, not to mention the documents of allegiance to the knights in his own territory - every letter he must prepare a ritual reply, and make different replies based on the other party's history and status. This is the minimum etiquette of the noble.

Where did Joshua do such a thing before? Every time he writes this thing, it is a painful torture for him. Several times, the warrior wanted to smash the desk in front of him with one punch, but he held it with great willpower.

"Tsk, damn, the lord's mansion is completely destroyed. Several civilians who helped my devil's father draft the documents were driven away by the devil's uncle. Now that group of people are probably spending the winter in their hometown in the countryside, I guess they can't call them back in a short time."

Finally, he signed a letter to a border marquis in his beautiful style. Joshua temporarily put down the halfling pen in his hand, drank a cup of tea to soothe a little bit.

The old servants and government affairs teams around the old count have all scattered because of Danlia's actions. Most of them have returned to their families to retire and spend the winter. Now Joshua is almost the commander of the bare body and can only do everything by himself. This situation will probably last until the beginning of the next spring. Fortunately, the reply only takes one time, and it will not be repeated after the work is done.

"Master, I have another letter to you."

The sound of the silver-haired divine machine was full of energy from the hall. Recently, I didn't do anything, but kept passing letters to Joshua and occasionally helped deliver food.

"This is the first letter today..."

Joshua couldn't help but sigh, but after covering his forehead for a few seconds, he seemed to have figured out something, and then said to the hall with a serious face: "Ying, if there is still a letter next time, you can open it and check it out by yourself. If it is not very important, don't leave it to me. Just reply."

"Hey, can I? But this letter looks very expensive."

Firefly ran to the door of the study with an envelope that looked very luxurious and even gilded on the edge, and opened her green eyes and said in confusion: "I'll fill it out? Isn't that good?"

"…I'll send me this letter, and there's no problem with the others."

Joshua stood up and picked up the gilded envelope: "I think you might write better than me."

He was not talking nonsense. Although Firefly looked younger last year, in fact, there should be all the databases in his mind except for the old ones. The first-hand imperial style characters are much better than those written by a professional warrior, Joshua, and the format of reply letters is mostly the same, which is not a problem.

After dismantling the envelope in his hand, Joshua took out a platinum invitation from it.
Chapter completed!