Be the Mayor From Today

"Take this!" The soldier handed three index-finger-sized notes to the orc who had washed his hands, and exhorted, "Don't lose it, you can eat wheat porridge."

"Oh oh!"

The orc carefully took the note, and then came to the steel vat eagerly, looking at the thick wheat porridge inside, couldn't help swallowing saliva.

The soldier standing beside the wheat porridge stretched out his hand and said, "Give me a note!"

The orc stared blankly at the soldier, what was the note?

"That's it!" The soldier suppressed a smile and took a small note from the orc's hand.

"Here, go eat there!"

The soldier stuffed a wooden bowl the size of an adult's palm into the orc's hand, pointed to an open space beside him, and said, "After eating, if you are not full, go to the queue again. The note in your hand can be exchanged for a bowl of wheat porridge. ."

With these words, the orc couldn't help but squeeze the note in his hand. Now the orc understands, that is, he can still eat such a big bowl of wheat porridge? And three bowls.

"Come on, don't block the people behind." The soldier urged.

"Okay!" The orc took the wheat porridge to the side, looking at the thick wheat porridge in the bowl.

The orcs felt like they were dreaming. The amount of wheat porridge in such a big bowl was not as much as the amount of the orcs in the previous three days.

"Good, delicious, really delicious..."

Tears flowed down the orcs as they ate, and flowed into the wheat porridge. Even though it was salty, it warmed the hearts of the orcs.

This bowl is 30% full. The orcs looked at the empty wooden bowl in their hands, then turned to look at the steel vat, squeezed the note, and lined up nervously again.

Soon, the orcs in the first round received wheat porridge, and it was the second round. There was one less note in their palms, and they received a bowl of wheat porridge again.

"Wow wow..."

Tears flowed down the orcs, and they choked and howled. They had forgotten how long it had been since they ate the second bowl of wheat porridge, and they still held a note in their palms.

If it was a dream, they hoped never to wake up.

Chapter 0150 meeting is a slap in the face.

Baron Omar didn't sleep all night, and stayed in the study all the time, his eyes fixed on the study door, waiting for the information of the horse thief, there was still some time before dawn.

Even if Baron Omar was a little dozed off, he insisted on not falling asleep. The success of the horse thief was related to whether he could return to his father and compete for the title of Earl and Noble.

Omar didn't want to be a baron in this remote place. He could only stay in the territory all year round, and there was no place to hold a banquet to join in the fun.

His friends are all inland, and it takes seven or eight days to travel to the west, not to mention the farther capital.

The people attending the banquet must of course be all nobles, and nobles with taste, not the aristocrats in the West, who are almost like hillbillies.

"Wait, when I get back to my father, I will definitely make you all regret that I actually encouraged my father to assign me here."

Baron Omar looked at the shaking candle, gritted his teeth and said, "When I inherit the title of Earl, I will distribute all of you here, and each of you will pay 100 gold coins a year."

One hundred gold coins, one year's profit of a baronial domain, he is going to kill several half-brothers.

"Hey hey hey..."

In addition to the excitement, Baron Omar also made a perverted laughter, which made the knights guarding the door shudder. After a while, Master Omar would fall into the perverted fantasy of becoming an earl.

And during this time, he must not disturb the perverted Master Omar, otherwise even his cronies will be punished. He doesn't want to experience those perverted punishments anymore.

"I hope this fantasy will pass soon."

The knight sighed lightly, otherwise the young master Omar, who was in fantasy, was very scary. Maybe he would try to be a few counts, so he pulled a few people out and cut him.

"Everything will be mine, mine! Who dares to disobey my orders? Come, pull out and behead."

Omar's shouts came from the study, which made the knight roll his eyes. He felt that his young master could become a novelist and write a book called 'The Life Quotations of Count Omar', and then move it to the capital. The stage is the trump card that attracts other noble ladies, and it may be favored by Princess Lucy.

Then, he can also be named a noble, right? Even the youngest baron, he is very willing.

Well, the knights outside the door are also caught in their own fantasies, fantasizing about how many wives and concubines they will marry, how many taxes they will collect, etc. after they become nobles.

Fantasy is inevitable. There are no entertainment items in this era. The only thing is to go to bed and 'hehehaha', except for this, there is nothing.

Of course, if you can still watch stage plays in the capital, stage plays are not available everywhere, only those prosperous big cities, such as North Wind City, do not have them.

Then, without entertainment programs, nobles will be bored and dazed, and they will fall into fantasy. Over time, people will become a little neurotic, which is already a kind of mental illness.

In the study, Baron Omar was sitting on a chair panting heavily, with a trace of satisfaction on his face, his eyes a little blurred.

"I'm Count Omar..."

Baron Omar muttered unconsciously, his eyes slowly focused, and he slowly escaped from his fantasy.

After sitting for a few minutes, Baron Omar stood up and came to the window, looking at the sky outside the window, estimating the time of daybreak.

"Come on, they should be not far from Liema City."

Baron Omar said excitedly. He could imagine that when he appeared in front of his father with five hundred gold coins, everyone was surprised. He could get a year's income from a viscount as a baron. Strength, his ability to manage territory.

As long as my father is not stupid, he will definitely pass on the title of earl to him, not his **** brothers who can only flatter.

"Crack!"

A small light sound caught the attention of Baron Omar. He looked down and immediately saw a pair of pearls. He was so frightened that he opened his mouth and shouted, "Someone..."

"brush!"

With a strong arm, Cink rushed into the study from the window, slapped Baron Omar on the mouth, and slapped back what he was about to say.

Then he knocked the terrified Baron Omar unconscious with his palms. He supported the fallen Baron Omar with both hands, and placed it on the floor lightly. His eyes were fixed on the study door, and a saber was already in his hand.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes... There was no response outside the door, which made Xin Ke heave a sigh of relief. He thought he would be exposed, and then he was going to kill him out of the castle.

Zink didn't expect that he was climbing the wall of the castle and was about to sneak into the study, but the target person happened to come to the window.

"It seems that this mistake tonight will also be written in the report." Zink glanced around, watching for clues.

Gently walking to the desk, Xin Ke gently opened the drawer, and soon found a money bag. After he opened it, he was stunned. There were a lot of gold coins and silver coins in it.

"Lord City Lord will be very happy when he sees it, right? Our rewards will not be less, it's really a bumper harvest." Zink stuffed the purse into his pocket, and found a few gemstone rings in other drawers.

Cinke was not greedy either. He took the sackcloth and put the target person in, carried it to the window and tied it with a rope, and slowly put it down out of the window. There were three people from the Wolf Warrior Squad outside.

After feeling the rope shake a few times, Cink turned over and slowly climbed down the wall, came to the ground, and with a few people from the Wolf Warriors team, carried Baron Omar and sneaked out of the castle to the grove outside Liema City. inside.

"It's about to dawn, hurry up and get to Northwind City before noon." Xin Ke said solemnly.