The Lord is Addicted in Infrastructure

Mike Andrew was a slave in a small manor in Fort Comoy. He was fourteen years old. He was already strong and physically stronger than his peers. He usually helped his parents to work for the manor.

Two days ago.

The knights of the Wissas Territory came to Fort Comoy to preach and recruit people, causing countless heated discussions.

Some people are moved, but some can't believe it.

Mike Andrew listened to the whole process when he was out shopping for items. After returning, his heart never calmed down, and he was tossing and turning when lying in bed at night.

His heart moved.

He wanted to go to Visas to see if it was true or false.

Mike Andrew talked about his idea to his father, but he was rejected by his father.

"Mike, my child, don't be silly, how can a slave be a soldier."

"We are not free people, we are subject to the control of the manor, and we cannot leave the manor without permission... Yes, I know that you can go out to Wessas if you pay a poll tax..."

"But that notice must be false. You will be fooled. You have to understand that the poll tax is not cheap."

Old Andrew wanted to dispel Mike Andrew's unrealistic ideas.

He didn't believe that Visas could have such great benefits at all.

It's like the creation **** suddenly kindly dropped a lot of gold coins on the world, it can't be true at all.

He looked at his son's lost expression, and said dryly and comfortingly: "Maybe the commoners will try it in the territory of Wess, then they will know that they have been deceived... come here for nothing..."

The biggest difference between slaves and civilians is that their bodies belong to their masters.

Slaves are not allowed to leave without permission, let alone escape. If they want to go out to do their own affairs, they must pay a poll tax to their masters, otherwise, there is no freedom to speak of.

If they absconded, after being caught back, the master has the right to dispose of the slave at will, including cutting off his hands and feet, and granting death.

In addition, the marriage of slaves is not free, and marriage tax must be paid to the master, and the children born after marriage are also slaves.

When the slave dies, all the property that no one inherits will belong to the master.

Slaves have no right to redeem themselves, they can only sell from one master to another through mutual buying and selling.

Compared with civilians being hired to work for the manor, slaves are supposed to work for the manor. They are often oppressed and humiliated. They work long hours and have the lowest pay.

The personal freedom of civilians is not restricted, and of course they can go to Visas at any time.

But it was not easy for Mike Andrew to go there.

The content of the Wissas notice is very clear.

The rule of the lord—Any slave in the Visas who intends to stand for election, the master must not restrict their freedom and must be released.

If the slave passes the preliminary examination, he can become a reserve soldier, and the lord will give the slave's owner silver coins as compensation.

But the slaves outside of Wissas had to go on their own.

If you pass the preliminary examination and determine that you can become a reserve soldier, the lord will send knights to purchase qualified slaves and family members from the master.

In Xia Zuoyi's view, this is a disguised buying population.

Although he was still a slave, he was a slave to a prepared soldier, and after accumulating a certain amount of merit, he could become a free citizen and escape from the status of a slave.

Not to mention the significant reduction in taxes by Visas, which is a great thing for both civilians and slaves.

Because of this good, most people can't believe it or try it easily.

Old Andrew's persuasion and comfort did not dispel Mike Andrew's idea.

He thought that life is likely to have this opportunity, and if it is missed, it will be gone.

The knights of Wess came to Fort Comoy to preach the recruitment, which should not be false news.

In the end, Mike Andrew made up his mind.

the next day.

While his parents were out to work, he secretly took some of the money that Old Andrew had saved, and quickly paid the head tax to the manor steward, and then set off to leave Fort Komoy.

He apologized to his parents in his heart.

If the news proves to be true or false, he must work harder to return the money to his father when he comes back.

Mike Andrew brought only a little water and dry food.

He was walking on the mountain road of Parr Mountain, with the sun on his head and sweat on his forehead, and his heart became more and more bottomless.

But they have already come here and can only bite the bullet and move on.

After about an hourglass, Mike Andrew finally entered the city of Wesas.

He looked around, a little at a loss, not knowing where to sign up for service.

At this moment, a knight guarding the city gate suddenly shouted: "The civilians or slaves participating in the conscription go to the registration point in the direction of the arrow to sign up, and undergo preliminary review."

Mike Andrew immediately looked at the wooden signs standing on both sides of the street.

More than ten meters away, a wooden sign was inserted on the ground, with an arrow pointing in a direction.

Suddenly someone next to him said: "Brother, are you here to participate in the conscription?"

Mike Andrew turned around: "Yes, yes, you too..."

The man nodded and said, "Yes, my name is Rad, I am a slave, and I live in Wess."

Mike Andrew felt relieved immediately.

He said: "I am also a slave, living in Fort Comoy, why don't we go together."

"Okay, no problem." Rader agreed.

Before leaving, Mike Andrew heard the knight guarding the city gate yell again.

The two arrived at the registration point and took a closer look, and found that there were already two long lines, one for civilians and one for slaves.

They voluntarily lined up behind the slave ranks.

Finally it was Mike Andrew's turn.

He came to the table and the person who listened to the record asked skillfully: "What is your name? How old is it? How tall is it? Weight... where does it come from?"

Someone nearby made him move his arms and legs casually.

Then he said to the person who recorded: "Physical health, no disability, no mental problems, either."

The person in charge of the record nodded.

Mike Andrew answered all the questions just now.

When talking about him from Fort Comoy, the recorder raised his head and smiled very kindly at him: "Mike is not? Fourteen years old, not bad, very strong."

"You don't have many slaves who come here to sign up for Fort Comoy. Go back and help with publicity. We, Wesas, are a real conscript. After being selected, we can not only... but..."

He talked to Mike Andrew and the people behind him again about the benefits of conscription conditions.

Mike Andrew couldn't help but excitedly said: "You, rest assured, I will."

The recorder smiled and said, "Very good, very good. Your age meets the standard, and your physical fitness is very good. If you are qualified, go over there and wait."

After speaking, write an excellent on the parchment paper.

Mike Andrew was a little unsure, but he still walked in the direction pointed by the recorder.

More than a dozen people gathered there, and there were knights standing beside them.

Mike Andrew was about to ask someone to ask when he heard a young man yelling to him in a voice that was obviously excited and delighted.

"You must also be a slave of Fort Comoy, and so am I, oh my god, I can't imagine that all this is real!"

"We are here until today's registration is over, Lord Knight will lead us back to Fort Comoy. As stated in the conscription conditions, Lord Lord of Wess will buy us back together with our family..."

Obviously, the young man couldn't restrain his exuberant emotions, and was always talking in a whisper.

Mike Andrew couldn't calm down either.

But he is relatively dull and does not know how to express.

The teenager said: "My parents are also slaves, and my mother doesn't believe that there will be such a good thing. She refused to let me come. It was my father who secretly paid the poll tax for me to get out."

"How about you, how did you come?"

Mike Andrew: "...Like you, Wess, who pays the poll tax."

However, his parents disagree.

Not for a while.

He saw Rad stepping into the crowd belonging to Visas slaves and beckoned to him.

The registration ends before the sun goes down.

The people in the two teams did not disperse.

Seeing that they were not leaving, the recorder had to shout: "The registration deadline is fifteen days later. Those who have not reported will be the same when the sun rises tomorrow, and they should all go back!"

The people in the team slowly dispersed.

Mike Andrew breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately he came early.

...

A total of four knights led them back to Fort Komoy.

Before entering the city, he heard the knight say: "There is not much time left for you. Go back and pack your things quickly and tell me how many of your family members need to pay for it... Finally we have to rush back to Visas overnight. ,do you understand?"

Mike Andrew and some slaves were taken away by a knight.

The knights paid for the purchase from house to house, but were unwilling to let them go, threatening Gali in the name of the Desinian lord.

After arriving at the manor where Mike Andrew was, he said as usual: "The family is you and your parents? Three people...well, not too much, go back and pack things quickly, don't dawdle, or wait for you..."

Mike Andrew dared not hesitate and ran away quickly.

As soon as he entered the house, Old Andrew wanted to take a stick and beat him.

Mike quickly explained everything clearly.

"Master Cavaliers are paying for us. Father and mother quickly pack things up. We can leave and go to Wessas. From now on, I will be a reserve soldier. I will work hard to accumulate merits and get out of slavery..."

Seeing that Old Andrew was still standing still.

Mike Andrew yelled again anxiously: "Father..."

Old Andrew regained his senses: "Quick! Quickly clean up! Hurry up, don't let Lord Knight wait in a hurry."

There is not much private property that slaves can own.

Because no matter the house or farm tools belong to the owner of the manor, they only need to carry a little sporadic things and leave.

Before leaving, Mike Andrew remembered the recorder's words, and advertised a few words to the other slaves who were watching-it is true. Those who meet the conditions can sign up and go as soon as possible!

The four knights finally assembled outside the city gate. After counting the number of people, they led them to return.

When the moon was high and the stars adorned the night, they were taken to a temporary shelter in the city of Wess. Hearing from the knights, they would live here temporarily and wait for the registration to be completed.

During this period, Lord Lord will provide them with a silver coin for free.

Knight: "If you are not used to living, you can build a house by yourself."

"Except for the slaves who are about to become prepared soldiers, they can't leave at will. The rest are going to work in the salt drying area by the sea. There will be a special person coming tomorrow and taking a rest tonight."

After the knight left, the slaves did not move temporarily.

They have a huge amount of work every day and their physical strength is very good. They don't look tired until now, but everyone's expressions are a little tranced, standing still and don't know what to do.

quite a while.

Someone murmured: "It's like a dream..."

As if opening the chatterbox, one person started and continued.

"We've lived in Wesas ever since?"

"This thing turned out to be true?! Thank you God of Creation! Thank you Lord Lord!"

"My son is proud! He is promising..."

Mike Andrew pinched himself, not dreaming.

He wanted to find a place to rest. Old Andrew walked over and patted his back at this time, looking very pleased.

"Your kid... did a good job this time!"

...

The same thing is happening every day.

The civilians and slaves from Fort Komoy began to increase slowly, and their families were sent to work in the salt drying plant or were organized to build temporary shelters.

Thank God of Creation, thank Lord Lord.

Xia Zuoy can see the prestige value in the upper right corner of the system interface is rising steadily every day.

Extremely happy.

The author has something to say:

[One watch, two watch at night~]

Little Earl: The action must be fast! Before the big fool of Fort Comoy didn't react, he pried all the people away, prying away!

[Tips: The owner of the manor is a title, and the identity of the owner of the manor can vary greatly, including but not limited to kings, nobles, bishops, knights...]