Start as Inherited Baroness

After arranging everything for Yaman, Simon led Winness, Sarit and other 180 troops to the south of Fearless Territory.

Because they all had horses, the team arrived at the ruined camp of Baron Hela before noon.

It was empty inside, and as soon as you entered, you could feel a gloomy atmosphere everywhere.

"Winness, this is it." Simon said softly.

"Yeah." She responded, then raised her staff, and the next moment a bright halo rippled.

In this way, Simon led a group of guards to protect her and walked around the camp. Nothing happened.

However, he found that sometimes when he walked to a corner, under the cover of the halo, a puff of green smoke would rise out of thin air, accompanied by a faint scream.

This might be the newly generated undead. This phenomenon only happened three times, not too many.

After that, Winness rested for a while, and then used the protective halo to walk around the camp in a carpet-like manner, which made her face sweat.

Simon felt a little distressed.

However, the Poke family almost couldn't speak at all, so it was worth the effort.

"That's enough, let's go back." Simon carried Winness to the white mare and smiled.

"Yeah." She responded, with a look of doubt in her eyes, but she didn't ask.

Simon also got on the horse and led the soldiers back home. Let's leave it here for a while.

When Shelt, who went to give gifts to Marquis Val, comes back, let him stay here.

As for the inheritance of the Fearless Territory, it won't be too late to deal with it in a year or two.

This place is an enclave for the King Territory, and someone should be sent to garrison and manage it, so that there is no need to go all the way to Eagle City to argue.

At dusk, they returned to their own camp.

But today is a bit more lively. A caravan passed by and camped not far from the camp.

"What is the caravan selling over there, and why are there so many people?" Simon asked Aire.

"Sir, they are selling slaves, as well as salt, iron farm tools and oxen."

Aile answered without hesitation, it seems that he has taken people to investigate.

"Slaves? Where are they from? No wonder there are so many people.

Do you know how much they are and how they are sold?" Simon asked softly.

"From Slave Bay, they said they were imported from Lord Zhao Heshan. One high-class serf costs two golden eagles, one middle-class serf costs one golden eagle, and ten low-class serfs cost ten silver deer.

In addition, there are some builders and stonemasons, and the prices are..." At this time, Mad, who was not far away, ran over to take over.

"The price is several times higher than that at the port, but it's not bad. After all, it's not easy to do this business after traveling thousands of miles."

Simon nodded slightly.

He hesitated for a moment and said, "Let's go and take a look."

"Yes!" Ailei, Sarit and more than 200 other soldiers surrounded him and rode to the caravan camp.

This caravan has a lot of guards. Seeing Simon coming with so many people, they all stood up and lined up to be alert.

There were more than a hundred warriors wearing iron armor.

In addition, there were more than a hundred archers wearing leather armor, with good military strength.

Simon stopped his horse and took a closer look. This caravan had about five hundred slaves, hundreds of carts of goods, and dozens of carts of food and supplies.

The scale was not small, and it was also carrying the flag of the nobles, with a yellow deer emblem on a white background, which he did not recognize.

"This is my lord! Baron Simon of Yongyi Territory!" Aire shouted.

"Meet Baron Simon, we are the caravan of Viscount Dyson of Huangshi Castle."

A man wearing half-body plate chain mail and looking like a leader saluted respectfully and shouted.

"Oh." Simon nodded slightly. He still had some impression of Huangshi Castle. He should be the lord of the Western Territory.

"Sir, my name is Mike. I wonder if you want to?" The leader of the caravan hesitated with a serious face.

Now that the West Setian has just opened, it is not uncommon for some lords to play the role of robbers.

"Buy some of your goods, cheap." Simon smiled and said in a low voice.

"Oh, sir, please look, I have top-class serfs, middle-class serfs..."

The caravan leader breathed a sigh of relief, but still did not dare to relax completely, and introduced with a smile on his face.

Simon fell silent after hearing the price, hesitated for a while, and decided to buy some, after all, the West Seti was deserted at this time, and manpower was precious.

Money is just a cold dead thing, and when the territory is developed, it will always be earned back, and it will come back even if it is spent.

"Check his slaves to see if there is anything wrong." Simon said.

"Yes!" Sarit and Mad immediately took some soldiers to check them one by one.

In the end, Simon bought 200 slaves, 150 of which were serfs, and the rest were stonemasons and builders.

In addition, they also bought all the oxen they brought.

"Dear Baron, I wonder what goods in your territory can we buy?" The caravan leader said respectfully.

"No, come back next year." Simon shook his head. Now the territory only produces wood and prey.

Ordinary wood cannot be sold for money. Only oak, teak, rosewood, ash and the like can be sold, and they have to be processed into blocks.

The quality of the forest land in Yongyi Territory is very high. There are many oaks, rosewood, and ash trees are not rare. It is a considerable source of income.

"Okay, Baron, what else do you want?

Don't you want salt? There are three kinds of salt, golden salt and yellow salt, in addition to sea salt..."

"Then give me some salt." Simon's heart moved and he almost forgot.

Salt is the most important thing. If you don’t eat salt, you will feel weak and it will also cause many complications.

There is no salt production place found in the Valorous Territory, so it must be purchased from outside.

Just like that, he bought half of the caravan's salt. All these things cost Golden Eagle a lot, and his wallet was depleted.

However, the gold dinar coins in the storage column have not been moved at all, so Simon is not panicked.

After completing the deal, the caravan leader Mike became less wary of Simon and others, and the caravan guards all put away their weapons.

Simon did not turn around and leave, but started chatting with Mike.

At present, inquiring about things from caravans is the main source of intelligence. Without these waves of caravans, they will become isolated savages.

"Sir, Baron Kenleer from the Green Forest Territory in the south and Baron Deacon from the Wind Territory both bought slaves from me.

But their two families combined are not half as wealthy as you..."

"Across the river to the east is the Rockstone Territory. I heard it is the territory of Baron Verrill. Our next stop is to go there and have a look..."

“Oh, sir, there is indeed some news about the kingdom’s situation in West Side.

I heard that the king is going to send His Royal Highness Feidi here to take charge of the Cisse Army, to help Marquis Val resist the orcs, and to control the land and nobles directly under the royal territory..."

"His Royal Highness Feidi? Who is he?" Simon became interested when he heard the news and asked.

"Uh...don't you know...

His Royal Highness Feidi is the king’s third son, born to Princess Isa Grit..."

Mike was a little confused and said that he had doubts about the identity of Baron Simon. How could there be a noble who didn't know this?

Simon was naturally aware of his gaze, but he did not explain and asked a few more interesting questions.

Mike answered hesitantly. After all, this man had considerable financial resources, wore a lord's crown on his head, and the soldiers around him were heavily armored. He should be a noble.