Our family is in decline

"What is a favorite? It means that when the emperor likes you, you climb up a ladder. Do you think any small nobleman can reach his level in just ten years?

But once he falls out of favor, everything about him will disappear in an instant, just like taking away the ladder and falling from the sky.

Sometimes you didn't do anything wrong, it just happened that someone else needed a trash can, and you happened to be the most convenient. "

Lance's seemingly casual sentence revealed that political struggles have always been so cruel and ruthless, but at this time, he didn't even put down the telescope, he was always observing the ships on the coast, and his words were also very casual.

"People who play politics have brains but no heart, and I just have a heart but no brains, so I don't like these nonsense." Lance complained, and also used these words to express his thoughts.

He really doesn't want to do these things. He just came here to lie down and enjoy himself. Eating, drinking, having fun, and waiting to die is what he pursues.

At the same time, this sentence is somewhat blocking Grendel's position, telling her that she is not that kind of person.

After all, he was frightened by Amanda's language trap last night. He was really afraid that Greendale would also torture his soul, asking her whether she was a favorite and whether she would abandon her and other bloody topics.

But Greendale did ask, but what she asked was not these, but a very strange sentence.

"Except for the rebels, do you think it is possible for Count Bastia to kidnap the princess?"

"Well..." Lance muttered for a moment, "There is such a possibility. I wouldn't want to get involved in the war so quickly. The risk of betting in this stalemate is too high. The longer it is delayed, the more it will end. More and more independent.

After all, you are already a count and occupy such a large area as the part of Bastia that annexed Hamlet. What can you gain even if you help the emperor defeat him?

You must know that this emperor has always wanted to centralize power. Where can he have a fiefdom? It's great to make you a duke, but that thing is a joke to a powerful lord.

It is very likely that after he invested manpower and material resources in the fight, the emperor would turn around and attack him after he was weakened. On the contrary, the rebels would stay with him. After all, they are all big lords.

Therefore, it is in the best interest to get rid of the princess before she arrives or even pretend not to know about it. It can keep Count Bastia independent and wait until the situation changes before swallowing Hamlet. "

Following this train of thought, Lance briefly reviewed the matter and found out the emperor's ambition, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Don't tell me, this emperor is quite political. He is showing off to other nobles that he is willing to win over others.

The earl was unmoved, but there were countless wandering knights who wanted to seize their own territory, especially now that he had a legitimate claim to it.

At the same time, they also want to stabilize Bastia's rear and try to drag the count into a confrontation. Regardless of whether the count responds or not, as long as this matter exists, the rebels will have to consider this.

It's a pity that if you can't win it from the front, no matter how powerful your political methods are, you can't win it. "

After talking for a long time, there was no response. Lance couldn't help but turn away from the telescope and look back at the thoughtful Grendel.

"Why are you asking this suddenly?"

"I was wondering what this princess should look like..." Greendale came back to her senses and said something inexplicable in the face of Lance's doubts.

Lance was too lazy to care about this and continued to observe the situation at sea.

Those cargo ships rushed out of the port and entered the sea without being attacked by the fishmen. It seemed that Lance's plan was still feasible.

But seeing this scene, Lance also said what the problem was.

"It's a pity that this method can only be used as an emergency. After firing so many shells, not a single fishman was killed. We still have to solve this problem from the root."

"When are you going to set off?" Greendale heard what Lance meant.

"I can wait, but those fishermen can't wait. The sooner this happens, the better."

When the fishmen block the coast, those fishermen will not be able to fish in the sea. They will suddenly have no income. At the same time, Hamlet will also lack cheap protein supplements.

"Two-step strategy. If the sea is blocked, then we will find a solution on land. I am going to build a town at the outpost, develop the wilderness around it, and at the same time create the route [Hamlet - Outpost - Ruins].

This is to prepare for the future development of the ruins, and also gives those fishermen a way to survive. "

Lance has considered things carefully. There are currently too many people gathered in Hamlet Town. Once there are more people, it will be difficult to manage. He needs to divert some people to stabilize order and prepare for the impact of external explorers.

"Funds may be a bit difficult at the moment. What about the affairs in Ovendo City?" Greendale did not forget about Tiffany's matter, so she took the opportunity to speak out.

What limits the development of Hamlet now is the lack of money. The reason for its rapid development, apart from the relatively stable environment, is that money serves as the engine.

After hearing this, Lance couldn't help but frown and fell into thought.

The original plan was to go to Ovendo to make a fortune after finishing the work in the wilderness. Now that the fishmen have invaded and blocked the coast, he has been blocked by two blocks.

"The autumn harvest has not yet been completed, and the people's complaints about the lack of food are the strongest. If after this time, it may be difficult to operate once the new food arrives and the people subside." Greendale added, which directly made Lance hesitate.

Owendo's control is equivalent to strangling the throat of the Hamlet area to the outside world, especially when there is a war outside. Nothing is valuable, only food is valuable. He cannot let Hamlet's food flow out, and can only lock it up.

"One day to go, one day to come back." Lance held out three fingers, "For three days, you can stabilize Hamlet."

"Um."

No matter how you say Ovindo is a city, even if it has been tortured to death but still has a population of tens of thousands, he actually wants to solve Ovendo's affairs in such a short period of time?

How crazy is this?

But Greendale didn't find it strange and nodded directly in agreement.

"Let everyone call it a day and stop wasting any more shells."

After saying that, Lance turned around and went back, but Greendale quickly caught up and said something.

"When I went to look for you this morning, I found that Tiffany had been waiting for you at the Lord's Mansion all night. I guess she won't leave until she waits for you."

Greendale laughed herself as she said that, and actually hid for a whole night.

"That's it~" Lance was not afraid at all when he heard this, but walked towards that direction...

When I got home, I saw Susan outside even before I entered. When the lord came back, he quickly came over to remind her.

"I see, it's Tiffany, isn't it?" Looking at Susan's worried expression, Lance had no choice but to smile helplessly: "Don't worry, it's just a minor problem. You've been tired all night, so go back and rest first."

After comforting Susan, Lance walked directly in. He couldn't understand why everyone seemed to be looking at Xiang Yu being trapped in Gaixia, as if this lord's mansion was destined to be bad for me.

Lance had completely forgotten that he climbed out of the window and ran away before seeing anyone yesterday.

Sure enough, as soon as she entered, she saw Tiffany working at her desk in the living room, and a simple floor bed could be seen on the side. She obviously slept here last night.

Good guy! In order to stop myself from sleeping here, I not only slept here, but also moved here to work. It was too cruel.

As soon as Lance stepped into the hall, Tiffany raised her stern face and said something fierce and sinister.

"Are you finally willing to come back?"

As he spoke, he stood up directly, rushing towards his face with intense anger and resentment that seemed to be condensed into substance.

"Where's the money? My money..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Lance raised his hand and released the box. The moment he opened the lid, the dazzling golden light interrupted Tiffany's mid-sentence complaint.

"I know, I know~" Lance did not show any arrogance, but tried his best to comfort him, "I'm going to get money, right? This money was earned with my hard work."

But in Tiffany's eyes, Lance was as if he didn't exist, and she didn't listen to his nonsense at all. Instead, she squatted down to check the gold coins, and the tense expression on her face immediately relaxed.

There was no way, I was afraid of being poor during this period. Seeing that the money in the account was getting less and less but no money was coming in, the pressure was getting bigger and bigger.

How to relieve worries? Only gold coins!

After all, she had saved millions of gold coins. Tiffany quickly reacted to these, briefly estimated the gold coins, and came up with only one comment.

"generally."

Lance couldn't hold back when he heard what she said. That was the hard money earned from working as a cow and horse for one night.

Alas... the world is really in decline, and human relations are cold and warm...

"What are you pretending to be? You just knocked off 30,000 gold coins for me in these two games. If you don't have hundreds of thousands of plans to build towns and develop wilderness in the future, you can't even think about it. Who are you going to spend this little money on?"

Tiffany felt uncomfortable seeing his dead look and really wanted to kick him.

Lance is the one who made the plan, how could he not know?

Seeing that he was pretending to be pitiful and didn't get along, he could only smile awkwardly and quickly find an excuse to change the subject.

"I'm going to Ovendo for a trip. What do you want to say to Walter?"

"What are you doing again?" Tiffany's eyes suddenly became sharp, as alert as a miser.

"Why are you nervous? I'm not asking you for money." Could Lance still see what she was thinking?

"Are you really not hiding from me?" Tiffany expressed doubts. After all, Lance has been avoiding her for so long, and he has lost all his credit.

"Are you kidding? I'm the lord, why should I hide from you?" Lance didn't explain, but quickly urged. "Hurry up, I'm in a hurry."

Seeing Lance's serious look, Tiffany was also dubious.

"I'll let you go this time."

Lance didn't care and just turned around and left. When I come back, you'll know how good I am.

As soon as Lance walked out, he saw Greendale coming over. His expression was slightly solemn, and he directly told the reason why he came here.

"I originally thought that the two people from the church left with the fleet, but I didn't expect them to stay." He said with a sense of crisis: "If you can stay after being humiliated like this, I don't think you have any ideas. "

"They were sent by the church to kill us. How can we leave before they complete their mission?"

Instead, Lance laughed and joked, "What's more, I took away the guys. It will be even more embarrassing for them to go back. You don't think that mendicant monks are very popular in the church, do you?"

Lance also discussed this issue with Amanda in detail last night. There are some situations that Greendale is not clear about, so I will briefly describe them here.

According to the information Amanda received from Serra, Martyr Martin, the mendicant monk, was supposed to rectify the local church and clergy in Totnes.

But Totnes can be called a country of merchants, and the churches there have long been corrupted by gold coins, and the clergy don't want an old man who practices asceticism to stay here.

However, this old guy's status and strength are ridiculously high. It is estimated that the local bishop of Totnes is sweating and wants to send this great god away as soon as possible.

At this time, the news about Hamlet came out. The church thought that Hamlet was infected with leprosy on a large scale, and anyone who claimed to be able to cure divine punishment must be a heretic, so it sent people to try to figure them out.

This kind of thankless job is left to people like mendicant monks.

"They were kicked out of Totnes, so you get the idea."

"In this case, wouldn't it be better to get rid of them directly? The church's ability to confuse is too strong, and it would be a disaster to stay."

"We are ordinary people, not robbers and bandits. Don't shout and kill all day long, let alone get rid of them. Who will help me fight against the church?"

Lance said something very counterintuitive, but then he explained it again.

"The church will definitely take action when the news of the ruins comes out. They may use various excuses, such as the necromancer or the cult, to invade Hamlet, or to exaggerate, they may launch a so-called holy war.

Then the mendicant monks will be useful at this time. Even if you send a bishop, you can't suppress Martin, the martyr. Just like Totnes, he used the struggle between factions within the church to check and balance them.

As for the ability to bewitch you that you are most worried about, no matter how strong it is, there are prerequisites. I am not dead, and the war has not broken out. These two conditions are not available. A stable and prosperous Hamlet will not have those conditions.

Don't look at that old guy Martin, even though he shouts about Holy Light every day. This person's bottom line is very flexible, and it can even be said that he has no bottom line. He was beaten by me and pulled out the teeth of both of them. "

Lance does not discriminate against beliefs, otherwise Junia would not be able to still stay in Hamlet and make a lot of money and live a better life.

But faith and religion must be separated. What you believe in is your own business. Don’t get together to cause trouble and seek privileges.

How could a bunch of people who didn't produce things have the dignity to ask him for tithes?

Must hit hard!

“In response to the impending onslaught, the mob was publicized and used as a pretext to ban any religious organization from preaching in Hamlet.

This time, I don’t need to look at their fucking faces. I don’t care who they are. If anyone wants to cause trouble, I’ll just take action. Stability is more important than anything else. In Hamlet, my rules are rules. "

Lance no longer had the patience to play with them slowly, so he directly ordered them to promote these in a tough manner.

After the things here were completed, Lance rushed out of Hamlet alone...