The Wizard’s Fairy Tale

"Bang, bang, bang, bang..."

William's eyes were serious, and his fingers tapped on the table unconsciously.

He hesitated for a while, finally made up his mind, and said to the magic mirror, "Magic mirror, I want to know the situation of the lizardmen in the shadow swamp deep in the dark forest! Are there really lizardmen?"

The magic mirror's emotionless voice reappeared.

"Master, detecting the situation in the Shadow Swamp requires a lot of energy. If there is no new energy replenishment, I will enter a deep sleep in advance. Do you want to detect?"

"Yes!" William said with a firm gaze, not even knowing the opponent's situation is the scariest thing.

The Scarlet Hand is too far away. Maybe William will just let the magic mirror explore, and the energy of the magic mirror will be exhausted. Although the Shadow Swamp is not close, it is still within an acceptable range.

Under William's order, the magic mirror began to flicker.

After a few moments, the mirror surface of the magic mirror became stable again, rippled like the surface of water, and a scene appeared on the mirror surface.

In a deep and dark jungle, the ground is full of mud, a group of lizardmen covered in dark brown scales and with a thick tail are moving around.

Some of them hold rough wooden sticks and some hold wooden spears, showing that they already possess a certain intelligence and social organization.

A black shadow suddenly flitted across the mirror.

It turned out that a wooden spear was stabbed by a tall lizard man.

The wooden spear whizzed past, passed through the body of a black fox, and nailed it to the tree.

The scene of the magic mirror is frozen in this scene.

"Master, master, there are more than 100,000 lizardmen in the Shadow Swamp, and they are distributed in tribes. The closer to the center, the richer the swamp resources, the larger the lizardmen tribe, and the smaller the lizardmen tribe is closer to the edge of the swamp." Jing Jingling's voice also sounded.

The truth is always so cruel.

William laughed at himself, with bitterness in his smile, "It turns out that what they said is true! The things in the plan must be accelerated! Frost's Moon, Frost's Moon, there are still more than 4 months to go!"

William was making plans for future farming in his heart. Suddenly, the voice of the magic mirror mirror sounded again.

"Master, master, my current energy can last for 15 days, and then I will enter dormancy!"

William's eyes froze, isn't there still about thirty days left? It shrank by half in no time, isn't your magic mirror too durable? Don't be as virtuous as the Android battery, okay?

William can't do without the magic mirror now. In addition to daily exercise, the magic mirror also acts as a danger warning and helps him monitor the entire village.

Can't shut down!

Well, one more addition to the plan - recharging the magic mirror! William said helplessly.

Are you going to kill and set fire again?

who to kill?

Why didn't the Scarlet Hand leave a contact information, and he planned to make an appointment for two more killers to come to him!

Why!

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The next morning, just after the sun came out, the second plenary meeting of Nisai Village was held again in front of the earthen hut.

Thanks to the previous lessons, and when the villagers handed in the golden grass in the past few days, William asked them to line up in an orderly manner, otherwise, they would not purchase the golden grass from that villager.

With the big stick of money, the villagers naturally dared not say anything else and lined up obediently.

The more times you line up in the queue, the more it becomes a habit.

Under this habit, the villagers who came over spontaneously lined up, stood in line with the position of the first meeting, and lined up in six long lines.

When William came out of the earthen house, he saw these six neat and quiet teams.

This made William show a smug smile on his face, thinking that the efforts of the past few days have not been in vain.

At least let the villagers learn to line up and keep quiet.

The lord's smile represents his joy.

When the mood is good, the lord is generally more tolerant.

So seeing William's smile, the villagers who lined up felt a little more at ease, and there were more or less smiles on their faces.

In this atmosphere, William stepped onto the stone platform again and spoke to all the villagers.

On his left and right sides are the fruits of labor in the only handicraft workshop in the village these days.

Facing the newly rising sun, William said to the villagers, "Villagers of Nisai Village, my leader, everyone, good morning!"

The villagers did not dare to speak, they all looked at William quietly, including Jacques Potter.

After the previous experience, he was as quiet as an ostrich, not daring to say a word, but his big eyes were shining, staring at William motionlessly.

With so many villagers, William didn't notice Jacques Potter's strange behavior.

He didn't care if the villagers didn't answer. After he looked around all the villagers, he continued, "Everyone's time is precious, and wasting time is killing other people's lives."

"In view of this, I will say it directly."

"First of all, I want to say that Golden Silk Grass will not be purchased for the time being!"

Many villagers showed disappointment when they heard this. Although Old John had informed them last night, the meaning of saying it from the lord's mouth was still different.

"However, the weaving of golden silk grass will continue, and the reward will remain the same." William added, and then saw some village heads exhale.

If William guessed correctly, these villagers were the workers in his handicraft workshop.

The daily income of three Puer coins is quite attractive to some villagers.

William continued without pausing, "Next, I want to announce something else to everyone!"

"Have you seen these things next to me? I know many of you have seen them, and many of you are even their creators." Among the villagers, more than a dozen villagers proudly puffed out their chests , looking proudly at the villagers on the left and right. Mark and Yi Na were also among those looking at the other villagers proudly.

After all, what they got was not just three pools a day, but a technology.

Even if William stopped hiring them one day, they could still make a living by relying on this technology.

There is always a place for those sturdy gadgets.

And the cost can even be said to be non-existent. Golden silk grass is everywhere, but now it has only been harvested, and next year, it will grow all over the mountains and plains.

The only doubt in their hearts is whether the lord who taught them this skill is willing to let them freely display this skill.

Even if they have to hand over part of the profits, they are willing.

If jealousy was fire, then these twenty villagers would have been burned by the fire of jealousy in the eyes of other villagers.

But jealousy can only ignite oneself, but it cannot ignite others.

The twenty villagers still looked safe and sound.

William's voice still echoed throughout the venue.

"These things, needless to say brooms and baskets, you all know, as for this thing," William pointed to the dustpan, "I named it the dustpan. The broom can be used for cleaning, and the garbage you sweep out can be swept in. in this dustpan, then take it and throw it away!"

Among the villagers Adams raised his hand.

This is also the rule set by William. During the meeting, you must raise your hand when speaking.

William saw it, nodded, and agreed with what he said.

With William's permission, a flash of excitement flashed in Adams' eyes. He looked around anxiously, and found that all eyes were on William or the batch of handicrafts, and few people focused on him.

He couldn't help cursing secretly in his heart, "Stupid pig!"

Then he cleared his throat and put a humble smile on his face, "Dear Baron, on this sunny day, please allow me to express my heartfelt gratitude to you for your presence..."

"Is your name Adams?" William frowned.

"Yes, Lord Baron." Seeing William remembering himself, Adams was so excited that he nodded hastily.

"Adams, to make a long story short, I don't have time to listen to your nonsense!" William said impatiently. Ever since he saw the lizardman in the Shadow Swamp, he felt that time was very urgent and there were so many things he wanted to do, but the time he could do But very short.

So he has to race against time!

"Hee hee..." Some villagers in the village who had long been dissatisfied with Adams couldn't help but sniggered at Adams' deflation.

Adams was annoyed in his heart, but he didn't dare to express it at all. Instead, he showed a flattering smile, and then said, "Master Baron, our village doesn't need to be cleaned. Instead, we put them in Patras. Some people might like them."

"Adams, you don't need to talk about the past!" William announced to the whole village instead of looking at Adams.

The whole village looked at him suspiciously, not knowing what the lord was going to do again!

Old Gretel rolled his eyes, and said in words that only he could understand, "Is our new lord showing his fangs too?"

He probably guessed what William was going to do, which was to buy and sell by force, buy at a low price, sell at a high price, and eat up the difference in price!

I just don't know how greedy he is! Old Gretel sighed inwardly.

Sure enough, William's next words confirmed old Gretel's guess.

"The third regulation in the territory of Dikas, it is not allowed to litter anywhere, and it is not allowed to defecate anywhere. All garbage and defecation must be placed in the designated place. Violators will be fined one franc silver coin, and the circumstances are special. If it is serious, you will be fined a gold pis and do hard labor for seven days!" William said with a sullen face, scanning the faces of every villager, "Old John, write down this law!"

"Yes, Lord Baron!" Old John replied loudly, took out the parchment and quill pen, and jotted it down.

And the expressions of those villagers changed from initial astonishment to astonishment.

Many lords will collect all kinds of taxes, but there has never been a lord who even pays fines for pooping! And the punishment is so heavy! The new lord is deliberately planning to take away their land, and drive them into serfs, right?

The inner dissatisfaction of the villagers is getting higher and higher, but they dare not burst out.