The Wizard’s Fairy Tale

When the sun came out, William came out of the adobe and stood on a stone platform in front of the adobe.

Old John and his son, as well as his blacksmith and carpenter stood aside.

And in front of William, there are dark masses of villagers, disorganized, completely enclosing the space in front of him!

Some of the villagers stared at William with wide-open eyes, and some were whispering.

Hundreds of people were whispering, and the whole place was extremely noisy.

The breath, the smell of sweat, and the sour smell of clothes and other smells, mixed together, turned into a horrible poisonous gas, which made William feel nauseous.

Unable to control himself, he vomited out the white bread he had just eaten.

In front of more than 300 villagers, William vomited again!

"My Lord Baron..."

"grown ups……"

William's entourage rushed over and supported William.

The villagers below, seeing this scene, widened their eyes with an unimaginable look. Immediately, surprise turned into words and burst out.

They chatted cheerfully about William's vomiting.

"Did you see that, Jack? The baron vomited!"

"I saw it, and this is the second time I've seen it! But, Big Mouth Ella, don't point your mouth at me when you talk, or I'll throw up too!"

"Is it the second time to vomit? The baron has another time to vomit? What was the first time?"

"Ella, how many times have I said that? Don't turn your mouth on me!"

"Okay! Then tell me how the baron vomited last time? Tell me!"

"Last time...then let's start from the day I went out..."

"..."

The villagers talked louder and louder, and the topic became more and more biased.

In the crowd, Old Gretel also slowly lowered his head, "Sure enough...is he just a nobleman who grew up in a honeypot? Lord Viscount Grian is right - he is just a child after all!"

Old Gretel couldn't help feeling contempt for William.

The son next to him, Great Gretel, sneered and said to him, "Father, look! I told you not to be afraid of him! You are always too worried."

Old Gretel shook his head, "There is nothing wrong with being careful."

On the stone platform, Old John frowned deeply again, "Master Baron, why don't you go back to rest first? Let my son read your order for you!"

"No! I'll do it myself!" After vomiting the only thing in his stomach, William barely resisted the attack of the stench.

He asked his followers to return to the original place, and stood on the stone platform with a straight face, looking at the villagers below without saying a word.

His stern look unnerved some people.

After all, William was a nobleman, their lord.

There are always people who are going to be scared.

Some people didn't dare to speak at once and closed their mouths.

Action is contagious.

Slowly, fewer and fewer people spoke, and finally quieted down.

Everyone looked at William on the stone platform with complicated eyes, to see what he had to say!

There was a flash of appreciation in the eyes of Old John next to him. He could use this method to calm down the villagers. It seemed that his Master William was a born lord.

Of course, it would be even better if you can get rid of the habit of vomiting!

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William was very calm in his heart, many people were killed, how could he take the noise of some villagers to heart!

Seeing that the villagers fell silent, William began to speak.

"Villagers of Nisai Village, I am yours..."

The words are not finished yet,

In the upper left corner of the villagers, there was a dispute, which suddenly covered William's voice.

"Jacques, step back! This is my place!"

"Albert, thank you for helping me occupy this position! Now, please stand aside."

"It's you who should stand aside...Damn it, Jacques, I, Albert, are not easy to mess with...Ah!"

The villagers were attracted to it one after another, and cast their eyes over it, and the whole place started to be noisy again.

William's face suddenly became gloomy, and he looked coldly at the source of the matter, a burly man with a beard and a burly figure of 1.8 meters.

He was roughly pushing a lean man about 1.7 meters to the ground, took his original position, and was proudly showing off his force to other villagers.

But this behavior is slapping William, the lord, in the face.

Old John blushed with anger, and cursed sharply, "You damn untouchable, how dare you interrupt the baron's speech!"

Only then did the burly man turn his head. He glanced at the silent William, then lazily at Old John, and said with a smile, "On the contrary, I stood at the front to better listen to the lord. Speech! I am the one who shows respect to the lord!"

"Then you shouldn't take other people's positions!" Old John said angrily.

"No way, Mr. John! Who can't beat me? The loser gives up everything, doesn't he?" The burly man clenched his fists as big as casserole and laughed.

"You..." Old John was impatient. Although he has a high status and great power, the problem is that the foundation of power is the system and people.

He has no one under his command, so how can he get such a rascal?

At this time, William finally spoke, his tone was flat, and he couldn't hear any emotion.

He looked at the bearded man and asked, "What's your name?"

The lord William asked questions in person, and the bearded man didn't dare to be so casual.

He replied, "My lord, my name is Jacques, Jacques Potter, and everyone here calls me Jacques Hercules!"

As he said that, the bearded man compared Erhong's muscles, which were rounder than his own.

"Good! Jacques, good, you are fine!"

"Thank you, my lord, for your compliment!" Jacques Potter smiled sweetly when he heard William's "compliment".

Old Gretel in the crowd watched silently!

Obviously, when the matter developed to this point, if William let it go lightly, it would be a major blow to his prestige. From then on, it would be difficult for William to order the earthen house, let alone collect taxes!

Instead, Jacques Porter's prestige in the village would climb to new heights.

what will you do Old Gretel looked at William's face and thought with interest.

Not only him, but all the villagers in the knight are watching William's handling.

On William's side, there were also new moves.

He suddenly turned his head to look at Old John, and said, "Old John."

"Here, Lord Baron!" Old John wondered why William suddenly called him?

"Take out the parchment and write down the first law of Dikasland!" William slowly scanned the other villagers.

These villagers were all confused by William's behavior. How did it get involved in the territorial laws? What are the regulations?

"Uh... yes!" Old John was taken aback, but still took out the parchment from his pocket.

This parchment is exactly the parchment that recorded the situation of Nisai Village's first thorough investigation.

His son John Jr. handed over a quill pen stained with black ink.

Everything was ready, and William's eyes fell on the instigator, Jacques Potter, staring at him like a hawk.

"Anyone who disturbs the order in Dikas will be whipped ten times and shown to the public for one day!"

"Since yesterday!" William added.

Old John quickly wrote down the statute that William said on the parchment.

"Master Baron, remember it!"

"Hmm!" William said, looking at Jacques Potter, wondering if he could do it, "Jacques, Jacques the Hercules, will you kneel down and be punished yourself, or should I do it?"

Jacques Potter was stunned when he heard William's words, and immediately flew into a rage. He said angrily, "Is our honorable lord going to punish Jacques? Is it up to them?"

Jacques Porter glared at the villagers, who dared not look him in the eye.

Jacques Potter looked at William's attendants again, "Is it still them?"

Old John and the others rushed out angrily, standing in front of Jacques Potter and confronting him.

Jacques Potter glanced at Old John with disdain, passed them, looked at Lord William on the stone platform, and said mockingly, "Your Lord, you should do it yourself..."

The word "hand" was not uttered, and with a "chi", William on the stone platform disappeared.

Jacques Potter, who had been paying attention to William's movements, opened his mouth in surprise, and then he felt a huge force hitting his right cheek.

Intense pain spread throughout the body in an instant, the brain was in a blank state, several teeth in the mouth were knocked out, and the whole body was also thrown into the air, falling on several villagers watching the excitement nearby.

Several villagers scattered loudly, and Jacques Potter fell to the ground.

"Jacques!" A distressed voice came from among the villagers.

William followed the prestige, and the villagers he saw were suddenly silent, not daring to make a sound.

Old Gretel was among them, but unlike the other ignorant villagers, he knew something.

It is the strength of the knight. Old Gretel cried out in his heart.

Next to him was his son, Big Gretel, who lost all his courage and almost lowered his head to his chest, afraid that William would notice him, or that William would know what he said today.

At this moment, he felt very regretful, why did he say those words?

William couldn't see the complex psychological activities of the villagers. He couldn't find anyone to speak, so he turned his head around and looked at Jacques Potter who had fainted on the ground.

William walked slowly up to him.

The surrounding villagers suddenly dispersed, leaving a relatively open area.

William sneered, the ancients said it well, people are afraid of power but not virtuous, afraid of power but not grateful!

"Old John, hang him up, whip him ten times, and show him to the public for a day, and don't let him down until evening!" William ordered.

"Yes! Lord Baron!" Old John happily replied.

He walked over and pointed at a few villagers with stronger bodies, "You, you, you, and you, come here, lift this idiot, and hang it to the entrance of the village!"

With William in front of him, the villagers didn't dare to resist at all. They obediently obeyed Old John's orders and worked together to carry Jacques Porter to the entrance of the village.

The villagers consciously gave way to a road for them to pass.

This made the commander, Old John, very happy--this group of untouchables, I must let the baron charge you 50% of the tax, no, not only 50%, but 60%!