Chapter 173 Horse Bandits?

"You know, I am a bishop, and it is not appropriate for me to be a vassal of anyone. But the valley is in chaos now, and we need a nobleman who can sit in a high enough position - this person must be Elizabeth's confidant in name, so that she can gather the lords of all sizes in the west of the valley. So that we can more smoothly pick out those noble scum and deal with them cleanly."

"After that, we can mobilize those lords and build the city wall!"

George has thought about this matter for a long time. If he wants to mobilize those people who are deeply poisoned by feudal ideas in the fastest and most efficient way. He can only do it in the name of the nobles.

Otherwise, waiting for them to change their minds and become aware like the people in the shelter. The opportunity is gone.

Gavi suddenly understood what George meant - after the death of those noble scums in the west of the valley, their territories and people will belong to Elizabeth's confidant.

At this point, George looked at the stunned Baron Gavi: "This meeting with Lady Elizabeth may have various results. But if both of us compromise, such a viscount may be born in the valley."

"Looking at all the nobles and knights, only you are the most suitable. So, if I can ask for this title from her, are you willing to accept this title?"

"--You may betray your oath to Elizabeth."

The three words "I, willing, and will" almost came out of Gavi's mouth.

But at the critical moment, he still pulled back, knelt on one knee with red eyes, and said more appropriate words: "My lord! I will obey your orders in everything! No matter what you let me bear, no matter what you let me betray. As long as you say a word, I am willing to give everything I have!"

"Very good." George nodded, walked forward slowly, and stopped talking.

Baron Gavi patted his knees and hurriedly followed.

This time, he was no longer depressed and confused.

In fact, George was still a little worried about the noble lords in the south. Because he knew that the most loyal ones were the knights around him-it was not because he was not fooling enough, nor was it because the lords were too thoughtful.

It was because he had always been working on the essential interests of the nobles!

He had been on this journey for too short a time. Many things could not settle in such a short time. But he was too short of time. So he could only offend these people and use them.

And power reduction was inevitable. Because these nobles who grew up under the interests could not bear the weight of the disaster in this doomsday.

Just like the God of Asylum, the feudal system of the lord system was hit and scattered under the disaster of this doomsday.

And it was gradually declining.

If you want to unite everyone, you can only adopt the model of the shelter. Let everyone stand up on their own, liberate their thoughts, and become a hero.

In this way, the lords will have nowhere to go - when people can manage themselves, what do those lords do?

At first, George thought about delegating the red knights to the territory, and even conferring them titles.

But if this is done, I am afraid that these heroes who have already focused all their attention on fighting the doomsday will slowly become those nobles. The vision in their eyes will gradually move away from the "big family" and focus on their own small territory.

George believes that now these knights who have realized the true meaning of the light of dawn, no matter how rogue they look, have noble character.

But he also believes that no matter how noble a person's character is, he will be corrupted and degenerate.

But heroes should be praised. They should also get reputations beyond honors - those people wearing red robes and risking their lives, do they have to see the nobles bow their heads?

And those "great monks" and "great knights" of the Church. Gave him a reminder - give up the land, keep the title and title. Dedicate your life to faith.

‘The feudal system is no longer applicable. But the titles of nobles cannot be cut off - at least not so quickly. Otherwise, it will not only be the minions of the ancient gods who are hostile to us, but also the whole world. ’

Indeed, everything requires a process.

Nobles can exist, but they can no longer be lords who are far away from the emperor and let their descendants manage the land no matter what mistakes they make.

Gu Nan’s territory is one of his attempts. He wants to replace those in high positions with civil servants who can be replaced at any time. And most of the lords will become ‘nobles in the city’.

Those who stay in the territory must also be bound by the law! They can only manage their own property, not the power of life and death!

This is the only step he can think of and do at present - centralization.

And it is difficult, because there are too few people who can be used - he looked around, and the talents suitable for management almost all have titles and titles.

Civilians who can read like Jim are rare!

The time is still too short. Those who are aware still need a long time to grow. Compared with those well-educated nobles, they all have some innate deficiencies - for example, Jack is the most talented general among many knights, and he works very hard and knows the most words.

But his abilities in many areas are still insufficient.

For example, leading troops to fight - it's okay with fewer people. With more people, he has a headache with many things such as marching, baggage, formation, etc.

Currently, the only people who can command three thousand soldiers and handle the baggage logistics and other matters well are Babur and Garvey.

This was one of the reasons why he placed Jack next to Babur.

As for the three barons, George was also transforming them little by little - judging from many things, although these three lords had their own thoughts, they were nobles whose minds could be transformed.

Therefore, while taking action on the aristocratic system that the three of them were attached to, George was constantly giving them other things - Garvey was power, Barbour was honor, and Collor was vanity. to make up for the feelings in their hearts.

Of course, if they can be taught to be honest in the future and gradually think more clearly. You can continue to give them more rights, let them take on things for themselves, and become an example for those who later join the nobility to follow.

If you can't think clearly, then just use it as a black glove like other nobles.

——It is too hasty to mobilize the population to build the city wall, and many people will definitely die. People who understand the truth and forget their lives will come one after another. People who don’t have time to understand the truth like the people of the shelter can only use the whips in the hands of the feudal lords to drive them away.

George gradually stopped and found that he had gradually arrived at the gate of the manor. In front of him was endless fog, and the manor behind him where the knights were busy was already at the edge of his field of vision.

Baron Garvey behind him had lost track of him at some point.

In the cold wind, George exhaled a white breath. He looked towards the invisible Black Pearl Manor deep in the mist in the distance.

In the days since the necropolis was peaceful, he had thought about a lot of things, and also thought very far. But whether it can be implemented in the end depends on where it is.

The sound of horse hooves suddenly came gradually from the rolling fog.

After the sound of hoofbeats came from far away, George's eyes penetrated the fog and saw several unfamiliar flags erected in the distance, as well as several groups of knights and hundreds of walkers.

Among the walkers, there were many people with their hands bound, connected in a string by ropes. Judging from the colorful and exaggerated decorations on the knights surrounding the refugees and the swish-looking equipment of the soldiers, this armed force definitely did not come from a shelter.

Suddenly, waves of wolf howls resounded in the mist, causing a commotion in the team and speeding up the pace at the same time.

Under the shouts of the noble knights, whips were waved and screams continued. The soldiers pushed the tied refugees up to the gate of the manor.

In front of the nobleman riding a tall horse, a young man wearing a brown fur coat, who looked like a merchant or a hunter, with a dull face, like a fool, was blocking the door of the manor.

The nobles stopped their horses and the procession also stopped.

He raised his head proudly and glanced up and down at the merchant blocking the door. Then, a knight next to him glared, swung his whip and hit him in the face.

"A mangy dog ​​without eyes!"

In the blink of an eye, the whip had hit the young man's face hard, causing his head to tilt slightly. However, it may be that the whip has become somewhat worn out from years of use. It seemed like it had been whipped on a stone all night, and it broke with a crackling sound.

The people on the horse looked at the whip head flying in the air and were slightly stunned. George scratched his slightly red face, then he put his fingers under his tongue and blew a weird whistle.

"Horse bandit?" Hearing the whistle, the noble's eyes widened.

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