Mount & Blade: Wind of War

A giant carriage was running on the main gravel road, passing through the entire territory of Lonely Mountain Castle.

Now, the plain area centered on the entire territory has basically been reclaimed into neat farmland, where sweet red vegetables, spice plants, grains, and various fruits and vegetables are planted.

"Everything here is really the work completed by Mr. Rodhart in four years? It's really hard to imagine that such a foundation that can be boasted of for a thousand years was built in a barren land. No wonder it is called "God's Blessed City, Mountain City" by the residents here!"

A white and slender hand stretched out from the window of the carriage. A noble female scholar looked at everything outside the window. Her words made the other men and women in the carriage feel emotional.

"I don't think there is anything to boast about creating such a grand scene at the cost of slavery. In any case, I think slavery is a regression of civilization."

In the carriage, a young and handsome young man said this, and some of his companions also resonated.

In the past two years, the second Grand Duke appeared in the North. The first to feel uncomfortable was not the Karasa family, but other nobles in the northern province. After all, this Grand Duke Rodhart had some luck, and more importantly, he saved the most beloved youngest daughter of His Majesty Ledsonrevic, so he won such an honor.

If it were an ordinary noble, such luck and honor would not necessarily be a good thing, because the foundation was unstable and other nobles would be hostile to it, and future development would be difficult.

However, Lonely Mountain Castle did not have such a thing. Rhodes did not deal with these nobles in the northern province at all.

Now is different from the past, the times are surging forward.

Under such a tide, many nobles of the old era will inevitably be destroyed. Only families with strong enough strength and good luck can continue to survive and even develop.

Now I have a very good relationship with these people. When the tide sweeps in the future, these families are on the verge of destruction. Should I save them or not?

So Rhodes' attitude seemed very indifferent. He quietly returned to the territory to manage and develop his Lonely Mountain Castle on his own. Even if he traded with the outside world, he would do everything in a fair and impartial manner without any human feelings.

Then, two years after Rodhart was conferred the title of Grand Duke, the exchanges between the two sides began naturally. After all, this world emphasizes strength.

At first, some marginal families that did not get along well with the Karasa family came to join them, then the neutral families, and then even those northern nobles who were close to the Karasa family came over, because the Karasa family did not block them very subtly.

This attitude made the noble upper class of the northern province feel confused about the situation.

"Slavery is not good, but you should also look at how the people in the wilderness originally lived. They were originally in the stage of primitive tribal civilization. The Lonely Mountain Castle accepted them, managed them, constrained them, and let them start to create value... Can't you see all this? No, it's not that you can't see it, you don't regard those intelligent races as human beings, so you can't see the prosperity and brightness of this city."

In the carriage, the dispute between the two people was a little fierce. The companions around immediately persuaded them. For them, this was just a subject or a fun thing. Of course, they didn't need to take it too seriously and didn't need to damage their friendship.

It's not just this giant carriage. Many nobles have been traveling together to the legendary mountaintop city during this period of time.

After the carriage entered the city, the people in the carriage smelled the sweet smell in the air here.

"What a nice smell, what is this smell?"

Once again, the curtain of the carriage was opened, and it was found that several priests in coarse linen robes were distributing round oil cakes to ordinary people with the help of guards on both sides.

These oil cakes are a little bit of white sugar syrup, alkaline water, raw oil, and flour, and they are also wrapped with bean paste and duck egg yolks, which are particularly sweet.

The servants and soldiers of the Lonely Mountain Castle can each get five, citizens and free people can get two, and slaves and criminals can get one for every four people. When granting grace, a clear distinction between superiors and subordinates is made, so as to show the grace and kindness of the lord.

At the same time, there are also stage plays sponsored by the City Lord's Mansion on the street for the public to watch.

"Today is the Moon Worship Festival of Lonely Mountain Castle, a festival created by the lord himself."

"Isn't the belief of Lonely Mountain Castle to worship the sun? Why is there a Moon Worship Festival?"

"I know this, because the Duke said that the sun is a collective and the full moon is a family. Even on a bright day, the sun and the moon must alternate and return to the family."

Then, the young nobles in the giant carriage passed through the Eagle's Nest, the Cathedral, the Cemetery of Heroes, the Knight Training Ground and other characteristic buildings of Lonely Mountain Castle, and finally arrived at the Castle of the Lord's Mansion.

A thick red carpet covered the ground, and the second housekeeper here, Yamila, was responsible for receiving them.

Although these people could not see Grand Duke Rodhart, they would still be treated with courtesy. After all, even if they did not want to make close friends, there was no need to offend him.

In the past two years, Yamila had been very comfortable in Lonely Mountain Castle. She received a lot of money from Rod to train her and now she is a mage in training. This is not because she does not want to continue to study engineering, but because Master Atiman is unwilling to teach her anymore.

Originally, Atiman thought that his life was coming to an end and he didn't want to lose all his life's learning, so he taught Yamila. However, after coming to the Lonely Mountain Castle, his fate changed. After Atiman drank the blood of the Holy Spirit, he felt that he could live for another twenty years.

At this time, he felt that teaching Yamila would be like teaching the apprentice to starve the master to death.

This idea can't be said to be wrong, because if he really taught Yamila completely, Yamila would definitely take away some of his power and resources.

For a while, the relationship between the former master and apprentice was quite tense, until Rhode personally went to the Qingyu Forest to find the elf elder Lady Isriel, and took her to the Lonely Mountain Castle to teach Yamila elf magic, and then the matter was resolved.

For Rhode, Atiman's bad habit of cherishing her skills was actually a good thing. Yamila was a famous general with great potential. No matter which direction she was trained, Yamila would have achieved remarkable results.

Cultivating her in the direction of an engineering master was actually a waste of talent, because it would be difficult for her to surpass Atiman in this field without Rhode's assistance.

Compared to becoming a master of engineering, training Yamila into a more precious and powerful archmage is more in line with the needs of the territory, and her basic knowledge of engineering will not be wasted in the field of magic. Studying magic itself requires strong logic and model conception ability.