Chapter 216 The Unpopular Count
Valkyrie was patrolling his territory on Dom Sheep. He had been walking in his territory for a long time.
Behind Count Valkyrie, followed his current wife Olua and several loyal housekeepers and servants.
Olaua did not betray the Count, but everyone knew that, just now.
The earl wore a bearskin cloak on his shoulders, pigskin armor with iron plates on his body, and exquisite arm armor and wrist guards on his thick and powerful arms.
His clothes were very luxurious and noble, and like most barbarian nobles, he tried his best to arm himself from top to bottom.
The Valkyrie Earl finally stopped near the outskirts of the territory. He looked towards the mountains in the northwest, which was the location of the Kur village and the direction of the Agama Mountains.
Uribe, the last heiress and the last heir of Count Valkyrie, her soul was lost in the mountains.
Olaua and the other men remained silent, not wanting to arouse the Earl's anger by mentioning that name.
Unlike most barbarians, the mighty and strong Count Valkyrie has a wise demeanor, and he has what most people think of as a leader.
Especially the clean, deep face and the long, wise eyebrows.
After the road near the village of Kur was swallowed up by the forest, Count Valkyrie decisively killed the messenger who came back to report the message and burned his body to ashes.
This wise move prevented the spread of the plague, but it also made the Valkyries with different folk customs even more reluctant to do things for the count.
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When Lawrence was working in Pumexiu Town, Friesen came over.
"Prophet, recently I always feel like there are wounds everywhere in my body. My stomach, head, arms and legs will suddenly hurt. I want to know what God wants to say to me?" Lawrence looked at Friesen, this big fat man who was already four years old
. Ten years old and up.
The average lifespan of barbarians is more than thirty years old, usually lowered by men and children killed in battle.
If a normal man is not injured and his nutrition keeps up, he will have no problem living to his fifties or sixties.
Friesen is clearly not one of these normal people.
He drinks and fights, and is overweight. His belly and butt are protruding forward and backward, resembling an S-shaped figure.
When sleeping, due to the special body structure, the waist is always free, leaving a gap between the body and the bed like a bridge. Over time, damage will occur.
The weight of the body will oppress its own organs. In addition to reducing the pressure when walking, sitting or lying down is still a burden on the body.
There are also various unhygienic habits, coupled with internal injuries caused by fighting.
Like Andrew, people of this age in this era have actually reached the time to think about their future affairs.
Andrew was younger and stronger than Friesen, but also less willing to die sadly at home.
"You don't usually pray, and when you pray you are in a daze. How could God talk to you?"
Lawrence was unable to save Friesen. In this era, there were no painkillers or various examination methods.
If you want to live a long life, the most reliable way is to maintain good health and try not to overuse your physical strength and potential.
Friesen showed an expression of remorse and fear. He didn't expect that Lawrence would know about his usual lazy and disrespectful things.
"Prophet, what can I do to get God's forgiveness?" Friesen was very anxious and felt like he was about to die.
While pulling the stone pulley with a rope and hoisting the stone basket below, Lawrence said casually: "Just be braver next time you fight. God will not look at what others think in their heads, but only cares about what they actually did. " "God allows us to have some naive, stupid, greedy or bad ideas, but as long as we don't implement them, commit crimes, or run away, God will still treat us like children." Lawrence didn't quite understand either
. What is my own god? My current thoughts have deviated a bit compared to the beginning.
Especially after the Cloda people joined, the teachings of respecting nature were added in order to integrate the Cloda people, which caused some places to become strange.
Fortunately, the right of interpretation belongs to him, and he is also fortunate that he did not act as a god, but acted as God's interpreter, which is convenient for smooth things over.
Friesen raised his head and looked at Lawrence, "I have been fighting bravely. What should I do next to gain God's love?"
Lawrence felt that Friesen was looking for trouble and was scaring himself.
Of course there are physical issues, that's a fact.
But if you scare yourself and think about this kind of thing all day long, it will only lead to a worse situation.
The blacksmith is much simpler than Friesen. He doesn't like fighting in the first place. Recently, he has met a group of craftsmen who can drink, brag, play cards and gamble together, and work and forge together. Life is much happier.
On the contrary, Friesen was becoming more and more lonely because of the deaths of Doug, Vip and others, as well as the fact that there were fewer and fewer adult men in Pumexiu Town.
To put it simply, it means having nothing to do!
Lawrence said: "I'll give you three cars. You can take two men and five slaves to Telland's Great Hoof City, take the goods I gave you, and exchange them for some furs, wine and wheat." Free
. Sen was puzzled: "I have never been there."
"It doesn't matter, your slave girl and the slave I gave you both know the way, and I will also tell you how to get there."
Lawrence planned to send people to communicate with Pig Trotter City to establish A more stable trade route.
Originally, I planned to discuss this matter in the winter because there was no suitable candidate, but since Friesen had nothing to do and was panicking, let him go out for a walk.
Barbarians have four professions: navigator, pirate, merchant, and colonist.
Either way, it shows that some people are not suitable to stay where they are, and the destination of most barbarians is the outside world.
Lawrence finished his work early and took everyone back to prepare things, while Friesen also went home to drink and eat, eating more for the trip tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.
After thinking about the selection of products for a long time, I finally prepared a variety of useful and useless things.
Playing cards
, fresh oranges (eat on the road)
Oren branch powder,
orange saplings, flower pots,
crow excrement,
refined salt, fish sauce
, soy sauce,
oak rolling pin (for making bread),
pine oil,
holy soil for treating diarrhea (Guanyin soil),
wig ,
potato vermicelli
, Friesen soon After leaving the town of Phumexiu with three carts of goods, Lawrence wrote a letter to him, asking him to find Larn, who had come to do business before. He was the merchant who came here for the first time and was also the subordinate of the nobleman who exchanged the dominoes. .
Friesen soon set off, and everyone felt better after he was gone.
Friesen's family didn't have to worry about being beaten all day long, and the women who worked in Pumixiu Town didn't have to be harassed by this fat man all day long. Even the blacksmiths and other craftsmen didn't have to pay attention to this annoying guy who was looking for trouble.
If Friesen died outside one day, many people would definitely sincerely praise the great God of Stars when praying.
(End of chapter)