Start as Inherited Baroness

"What should we do? Father, will they kill us?"

There was not only the middle-aged man in leather armor on the watchtower in the camp, but also a young man and two half-grown boys.

The young man asked with a face full of fear.

"They are carrying banners with coats of arms, so they should be local nobles.

Go open the door, otherwise if we let them in, it will be all over!

We are here to be subjects and provide taxes, so there is no need for the masters to kill us."

The middle-aged man frowned and said nervously.

The other young men had no knowledge, so they nodded in agreement.

"Masters, we will open the door now!" The middle-aged man shouted and then climbed down the watchtower.

"Uncle Fike, is he really a local noble?"

There were seven or eight men standing in front of the door, one of whom had a burgundy beard and asked.

"It should be. Unlike bandits, they are all wearing armor, and there are many adults riding war horses, carrying emblems and flags.

If the door is not opened, they will definitely attack, and this camp cannot be resisted.

There are at least 200 of them!" Fike described to these people.

"Uncle, do you really want to open the door?"

Another young man asked, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a look of anxiety and innocence in his eyes.

"Open the door, otherwise they will break in, and they will definitely kill people." Fike hesitated and said so.

"Okay..."

The others immediately had no objections, prepared for a while, and went to remove the logs blocking the door...

"Baron, they opened the door." Seeing this, Airey said respectfully.

"Well, let them all walk out of the camp." Simon nodded slightly and said softly.

"Everyone walk out of the camp! Walk out of the camp!"

Aile immediately started shouting, and even took the cavalry to walk around.

"Uncle Fike, they asked us to go out, what should we do?" asked the wine-red beard man.

Fike was silent when asked, his eyes were blank, as if he recalled something.

But not long after, he nodded with difficulty and said: "There is no better choice at the moment, we can only obey."

Not long after, some people walked out of the camp and stood outside the camp gate.

Simon waved his hand, and all the soldiers slowly pressed over.

"Ah woo woo..."

Suddenly a child cried, but soon the mother covered her mouth tightly.

Soon, they were only twenty steps away from these people.

Simon rode on the horse and took a careful look, nodded slightly, and looked like free people who came here to make a living, not bandits.

Their personnel composition is very mixed, there are old men with gray hair in their sixties and seventies, and children of five or six years old.

There is no shortage of ignorant young men, freckled teenagers, skinny strong men, and sturdy women. There are more than fifty people in total, and they are dressed very ordinary, and many clothes are patched.

Among them, seven or eight strong men are wearing leather armor, carrying iron swords or spears, and they are not without any force.

Simon asked, "Who is the leader among you?"

They were silent for a while and looked at each other, then a brown-haired middle-aged man wearing leather armor stood up.

"Sir, it's me, my name is Fike." The man was of medium build, bowed respectfully, and smiled.

"Where are you from?" Simon looked at him and said casually.

"It hasn't rained for two years in the Fruit Tree Castle in West God Land. The crops grown in the fields have greatly reduced, so we can only make a living elsewhere.

Baron, we are all free people, not runaway slaves, and we have proof.

You see, there are no slave marks on our faces, and there are no slave marks on the women's backs..."

Fike scratched his own face, then the face of the person next to him, and showed it.

"Shelt, take people to search the camp to see if there are any people.

No looting." Simon nodded, and then ordered again, he had to confirm again,

"Yes!" Shelt answered loudly, and then waved his hand, and thirty armored men rushed into the camp.

Simon carefully observed the expressions of Fike and others, and found that these people were generally slightly panicked for a while, but soon they forced themselves to calm down.

He immediately became suspicious, and his hand unconsciously pressed on the hilt of the sword.

Not long after, Shelt and others returned, accompanied by the crying of women.

"Sir, there is a cellar in the camp, and seven women are hidden." He reported.

At the same time, several mercenaries dragged them to the open space in front of Simon, and they all buried their faces in the ground and sobbed and trembled.

Fike's face was full of despair, and he opened his mouth to explain something, but he didn't know how to start. He just stared at the baron in a daze, his face pale.

Simon first glanced at the mercenaries, and seeing that they didn't carry any valuables, he cast his eyes on the women on the ground.

Looking at their slender waists and elastic skin, he knew that they were all young girls.

"What's the matter? Are they slaves?" Simon asked with a chuckle.

"No! No! My lord, they are our relatives, not slaves. Look, there are no tattoos on their backs..."

Fick rushed to the side of the women, pulled open his shoulders, and showed them.

"Okay, I know, no one will take them away."

Simon already understood in his heart that these people hid the good-looking women, fearing that they would have evil thoughts after seeing them and forcibly take them away.

"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!" Fick heard what he said and said ecstatically.

Simon didn't care, but reached into the bag on his waist with his right hand and took out a piece of parchment and a quill pen from the storage pen.

He put it on the horse's back and wrote something, and it was finished in a short while.

The handwriting was crooked and not very beautiful, but the meaning was recognizable.

He reached into the bag again, took out the baron's seal and ink, and stamped a bright red mark on the parchment.

"Yongyi Territory welcomes you. This will be your village from now on, called Anning Village.

Fick, right? Appoint you as the village chief. We will only collect 40% of your taxes in the next 20 years, and there will be no tax in the first year.

If you have any difficulties, you can go to Yongyi Town for help, which is just to your north.

Go along the river in the east, cross a small river flowing east-west, and walk for a while to get there."

Simon handed the appointment letter to Mailan beside him, who handed it to Fick.

"Sir, you are a kind lord! We must fulfill our obligations as the people of the territory!"

Fick held the appointment letter in his hand, tears in his eyes, and said emotionally.

"Uh... Tell me about the West God Land. Is there a famine there?"

Simon suddenly felt a little embarrassed. This was actually kindness. He suspected that this guy was mocking him...

"Sir, there has been no rain in West God Land for two years, and the grain production has dropped severely.

But those...uh...we can't pay the taxes to the lord, so we have to leave our hometown.

We used to be from Daoxiang Village. When we left, we smashed a copper pot. Because the pot broke into three pieces, we each took one piece and divided into three groups.

When we go to different places to take root, our descendants can recognize each other by the broken pot...

We heard that West God Land was the newly acquired territory of the kingdom and was recruiting a large number of subjects, so we came here.

Many people didn't make it on the road..." Fick narrated softly with tears in his eyes.