I Like This Dream!

The uproar is not enough to describe the order to fire all employees.

Charlotte's expression was numb, and she had nothing to say to the order that the lord came up with in a flash. If things go on like this, this second-in-command lady will have to go to the medical team sooner or later to have a stomach problem. Out of a sense of responsibility, she went to persuade Count Anna.

"Many families on the Wenjialuo border have been more prominent than several lords." She said, "When lords historically promoted their cronies, they would also honor their previous nobles in order to facilitate the delivery of government orders. At least they would have a firm foothold on the defense line. Before, you needed to put on a good show, even if it was just to keep yourself up to date.”

"That's why the new lord will be left with years of dirt." An Xu spread his hands, "It's time to do a general cleaning."

"Are you going to throw out all the furniture and leave an empty house with nothing else?" Charlotte asked.

"They are not furniture, they are just moths." An Xu said disapprovingly, "'The lord of flowing water is an iron-clad nobleman'? Don't be kidding, the foundation of this society is not those innocent guys, but ordinary people. "

It is generally believed in this world that the nobility, the Holy See, and the supernatural beings affiliated with the first two are far superior to ordinary civilians, even though the number of ordinary people is hundreds of times greater than them. This unbalanced pyramid will not collapse for the time being, because there is indeed a huge chasm between the two camps: mentally, ordinary people lack knowledge and culture, and are ignorant; physically, the force value and physical fitness of ordinary people and superpowers are vastly different. Otherwise, an uprising of hundreds of people can be suppressed by a few people, if the temporarily assembled mob does not disperse first.

This is also the confidence of the nobles. The opponents of the nobles can only be other nobles. Count Anna, who is short of manpower, does not need them. How can he be a polished commander?

Of course, An Xu would not be a polished commander, and she didn't need to be either.

Ordinary people have no knowledge? Then teach them and let these ignorant people learn the most basic knowledge and etiquette, justice and integrity (of course, the etiquette, justice and integrity defined by An Xu). The education system in Fort Thunder and Abery County has been initially established, the feasibility of promoting education has been proven, and experienced teachers are accompanying them with teaching materials.

Ordinary people don’t have force? Their lord himself was cheating, and the chief knight had a training method for training ordinary soldiers without special powers (including betas and omegas) into light cavalry and crossbowmen. Researchers with no physical strength can also use "glass bottles" to throw explosive fireballs from fire-type superpowers. The chief medical officer in the distance may have already taken out the artillery. Fine steel worth thousands of dollars can be mass-produced, and the power grid that electrifies squirrels can of course also electrify people.

The future that ordinary people can create appears in An Xu's mind, and all that is missing is time. Therefore, she does not need to keep these arrogant borers at all.

The order declaring all nobles illegal spread throughout the Wengaro Defense Line, forcing most of the nobles here, including neutrals who had previously pretended not to know about the confrontation, to oppose Count Anna. They promised to take away all the troops under their command for the lord's perverse behavior, leaving Count Anna with no one to use. Count Anna's reputation has been ruined by several levels, and it has even spread to Ulburg. People with a little status will sneer at her ridiculous behavior.

However, it is not all without benefits.

Prince Ronald's recruitment order a few years ago eventually became a private matter of the Knights of Glory. The most outstanding ones went to Chris's Knights of the Wind, and most of the others were put into the Border Army. Those who have survived until now and have not become cannon fodder have become veterans who are neither good nor bad. These speculators who could not find a way out of Xungui tentatively moved closer to Anxu.

The way to get closer is to surrender to the newly minted First Knight.

It is difficult for ordinary people without status who have spent several years at the border not to know about Chris, not just because he is an omega. The leader of the Knights of the Wind, a knight named Chris is kind-hearted and not easy to fool around. The most important thing is that he is strong. It can be said that except for being an omega, there is nothing worthy of criticism about him. He is famous for being humble, fair, reliable, and approachable. One thing that is very interesting is that among most nobles and fellow knights, Chris Field is known for being arrogant and ignorant.

Maybe it's because he didn't treat them "enough" like an omega.

The vulgar lower-class border troops do not pay attention to etiquette like nobles. They do not care whether the moral chastity of their immediate superiors is spotless, and they do not know how to be loyal to a famous family. They only know how much money they can exchange for their lives as soldiers, whether the general is someone who will use them as cannon fodder in battle, and whether they are strong enough to fight against the alien beasts and let them survive the next wave of beasts. The nobles were declared illegal, which meant that except for their private armies, the teams affiliated with them could no longer obtain the money and food that they had been able to get through layers of exploitation in the past, and could only make a living among the beasts.

So, when the nobles put aside their rhetoric and left, they were embarrassed to find that they could take away less than half of the army.

A large number of soldiers who originally came for the recruitment order changed their families. As long as they were willing to abide by Count Anna's rules, she would not refuse them. The local soldiers who had no back door also chose to stay. With Chris as a guarantee, they thought that their lives and interests would be easier to protect if they stayed. You see, even the sinner Chris was pardoned. The top soldiers who have worked for the rebels will not be liquidated - anyway, Count Anna is the lord appointed by the king and blessed by God.

Chris quickly organized a new border army, and many of its formations did not need to be changed, because their entire team was here. He received the surrenders in an official manner, as if he had never been in trouble and the acquaintances he met had never shunned him.

"You have such a good temper." An Xu said, "Those people who are now your brothers, why didn't you see them come out at first?"

"If they speak for me, they might be implicated by me." Chris said calmly, "As long as they are fine."

"Why are you acting like a clay figure, with no anger at all?" An Xu frowned and poked his cheek, "Those people probably told you behind your back, saying that you got into this position by sleeping with me. knight."

"I've been saying this since the first day I became a knight." Chris said lightly, "At least I'm sleeping with you now."

An Xusheng was stunned for a long time. After he realized that it was a self-deprecating joke, the person who said it was actually in a good mood at the moment. Chris was writing the headcount of the border army, the names of the commanders of each formation, etc. Anxu looked at his side face. Although he didn't smile, his eyebrows relaxed and he was obviously much more relaxed.

"Chris," she called.

The knight turned his head and looked at her questioningly.

"Smile?" An Xu winked and teased.

Chris smiled, his eyes curled into crescent moons, and he seemed to be used to her nonsense. An Xu asked again: "What happened?"

Chris thought for a moment and replied: "Do you need a weapon craftsman?"

Chris's fame on the border brought unexpected surprises. A little beggar stopped him halfway, grabbed his trousers and passed out. After wiping the little beggar's face, Chris realized that he was also an acquaintance.

Son of the weaponssmith Maria.

Maria and her children were attacked after the incident with the Knights of the Wind. Maria died, but her child Aaron escaped and endured countless hardships to survive in the ice and snow. He was so irritated by watching his mother die that he could not speak, but as if to prove his usefulness, the child began to make penises non-stop soon after he woke up.

The medical team is currently taking care of Aaron temporarily out of compassion, but the treatment of the staff is certainly much better than being rescued.

Anxu was short of manpower in all aspects. After hearing Chris' description, he nodded immediately. She couldn't help but regret that she was a little late. What a talent who could figure out the crossbow on her own! What is properly placed in the game is a unique character with a name and avatar. If you miss the event flag, you cannot be included in the camp. Alas...

Only sites with a high degree of control can recruit people, and in places where people cannot be recruited, various small branch lines will change with time. Once missed, there will be no chance of recovery. Even if it is all illusion, because of the impermanence of dreams and the unknowability of things, many things still seem to only have one chance, just like one cannot step into the same river twice.

She held her chin and looked at Chris' profile. In the past, he had always frowned more or less, with a lot of things in his eyes, and his face was covered with invisible fatigue. Anxu ordered him to "smile", and the knight would smile obediently, quite reluctantly. She could tell that Chris was either trying to get in trouble with her, or he just didn't have the energy to laugh, and there was nothing funny about him.

That kind of Chris was not unattractive. His exhaustion and the way he forced himself to squeeze out everything he had left for Ansu seemed quite cute to her. An Xu understood that he didn't like her, and he wanted to please her not so that he wouldn't be tormented, but to appease her so that she wouldn't torment others. This kind of saint is very cute, so cute that it arouses people's sadistic heart.

An Xu is not so nervous that she can't feel other people's emotions at all. It's just that in this dream, she can live a good life without looking into or caring about other people's emotions. She has this confidence. An Xu knew that if she suddenly went back on her words at this time, she could easily turn Chris into a joke, break his wings, drain the last bit of vitality from his bones, and leave him with nothing and no choice but to return to his In the arms of the alpha, she will spend the rest of her life in a world with only her.

In that case, he would no longer joke with her or smile easily.

The bad taste was brewing in his heart. An Xu thought about it for a long time and felt reluctant to let it go.

With a little dissatisfaction at being left aside for work, she walked up to Chris, forced her way into his arms, sat on his lap, hugged his neck, and stayed there without moving. An Xu was like a cat lying on the keyboard, sleeping on her omega in the way.

The first winter after arriving at the Wenjia Luo Defense Line passed in such a mess. As spring approached, a new trouble came in front of them: Lent was coming.

Remember, Anxu killed the bishop.

As Lent approaches, the monks' absence becomes more suspicious. The people may not mind the gender of the first knight, but they will definitely mind that there is no prelate to preside over Lent.

Charlotte didn't discuss this matter with An Xu at all. She had given up on her boss in this regard, and felt that telling An Xu would only get a simple and crude answer of "Whoever disobeys will be beaten" (she guessed right). Charlotte had been looking for wandering priests for a long time, and the people she contacted arrived at the Wengaro defense line before Lent.

In addition to the priests who are stationed in large monasteries and churches, there are also a large number of priests who are traveling around, practicing, begging for alms, and looking for opportunities elsewhere. Most regular priests would not travel to such remote areas. Charlotte has decided to recruit wild priests. As long as they have good looks, they can pretend to be senior priests and trick the locals who have little experience.

By the time her contact arrived, Charlotte didn't know whether to describe her luck as good or bad. There were many people coming, more than thirty people, enough to support a worship team. It’s no problem that a group of saints are coming. It’s quite common for saints to travel together in groups (given that traveling to Amenan is too dangerous for omegas who don’t have groups, even saints). It’s okay when there is a lack of priests. Lead services. The problem is that among this group of saints, there are actually three wearing the holy emblem of St. Andrew’s Theological Seminary.

A saint with many rules, Alingu, the capital of fanatics, and St. Andrew's College, the cradle of shepherds.

Charlotte has begun to think about the need to take extraordinary measures to avoid leaking the news.

However, this group of saints asked nothing about what they were invited to do. Instead, one of the leading saints made a surprising request, that is, to see Count Anna.

"Count Anna has so many things to do, I'm afraid she doesn't have time to see you." Charlotte said tactfully.

For the safety of your lives, it’s better not to see him. Charlotte thought.

"Sorry, I have to see her." The leader of the saints whispered softly, "I was once a classmate of Lord God's Favored One."

You, God's Favored Ones, burned to death an alumnus who wore the Holy Emblem, and even tore a bishop to pieces. Charlotte thought.

"Please tell the Lord God's Favored One my name." The Holy One chuckled behind the white gauze, "I think she might be willing to meet Esther."