Chapter 5 – Ira Gets Fucked at the End (4)

“Lord Lucius! How have you been?”

The peasant bowed his head and was greeting me. Before that, is that a tenant farmer? Isn’t the lord of the neighboring estate saying hi to me right now? I had to squint my eyes because I couldn’t guess the other person’s identity.

It was hard to walk because of her fat belly her, so she came in riding a donkey. In addition, it was a state that dragged three slaves on the subject of tenant farming. Judging from his appearance his, even if I hadn’t played the original game, I would have been convinced that he was stealing grain.

In this game, tenant farmers were in the position of lessors who borrowed land and harvested it by proxy. In reality, the peasants and the lord had a slightly more complex relationship, but in this game, it seemed that there was no historical evidence.

Thanks to this, I was able to face this deformed relationship between the peasant and the lord.

“Yes. How have you been, too? Uh…”

Since I couldn’t remember that bastard’s name, in my mind I wanted to see that peasant’s status window.

Name: Guilder Blasting
Occupation: Peasant farmer belonging to the Peta family
Level: 10

Stat

Strength: 8
Agility: 2
Intelligence: 15
Luck: 20

Characteristic

Farmer
Crops can be grown efficiently on farmland.

Obesity
Dexterity is penalized.

Illegal accumulation
They are skillfully evading taxes.
In the direction of maximizing individual interests
Proceed with the work.

“Guilder blasting. Did this farming go well?”

The peasant took off the cover of the wagon he had brought. He had bales filling about half of the cart. He said this while wiping away tears.

“I’m sorry.

Why is his occupation his a peasant? Isn’t this a scammer? I went out the gate and looked over the cart. The bales were only half full of the cart, but each one was full, as if he had put a lot of effort into it.

It’s quite a lot just to look at, but it’s this much because the tenant farmers stole it. In other words, even if these guys were properly handled, the estate’s accounting could be kept very transparent and tidy.

“It’s strange that there is another bad year. I prayed hard and confirmed that my intellect was full.”

“Ah, that… I mean… My, my farming skills are low, so I can’t seem to get the most out of the land.”

“Does that mean I’m at a loss if I hire you? God doesn’t solve everything. Blasting. Human effort is what’s best for the best results.”

“Oh, no, it’s not like that. Lord. Next year, I’ll show you better results more clearly.”

The peasant was perplexed. Of course. It’s a bad year so far! If you say that, the lord is like that! We must pray more! I said that because I only received the harvest. If this kind of guy covers the top, he thinks of hammock like me.

But now things have changed. I know that these bastards are felons who have nothing to say even if I kill them all right away. And I need money What I felt while working as a lord was that the tax revenue of the lord was absurdly low compared to the money that went into it every year.

If it weren’t for the maintenance of the Southern Priest’s Dignity and the donations to the Church of the Territory, this Territory would have gone bankrupt long ago. So I needed to catch and kill all these worms that suck my blood.

“Robin. Get your horse ready.”

I quickly called Robin. The peasant was looking at me with a bewildered face. I asked.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Blast. Quickly get on your donkey too.”

“Um, what are you doing…”

“We must go to the land we lent you. Please guide us. We are leaving right now.”

Robin brought two horses. These horses, which were the most luxuriously managed in the estate, were fat as if they were shaped with pork kebabs.

“…Why are the horses in this state?”

“Because neither the lord nor I have to go anywhere on horseback…”

“…Let them exercise regularly from now on.”

Crazy chicks. I didn’t even let the horses go for a walk. It seemed to me that the knights’ servants should be given mental training for the knights. No matter how peaceful the territory is, shouldn’t it be protected?

As we mounted the horse, the peasant trembled even more and mounted the donkey. The donkey let out a dying scream as the pig-like peasant rode on. Maybe the peasants were screaming, but I decided not to care about that.

“Guide. Blasting. Right now.”

It seemed that she hadn’t sold her harvest yet, as this bastard contorted her to the level of an epileptic seizure. There would be less evidence left if I sold it first and brought what was left over, but since there was no interference for so long, I must have lost my mind completely.

“Blast. Let’s go. Are you going to lead us?”

“Go, I’ll go.”

The peasant turned slowly, with a face worse than that of a cow being led to the slaughterhouse. Slowing down, wondering if I was hoping Robin and I would die of old age on the way to the farmland, so I pushed the peasants even further.

“Blast. Move fast. Why are you babbling so much?”

“Yes, yes! I see.”

When I stopped, Blast pushed his horse harder and rode forward. The mule was screaming and writing. The horse that Robin and I rode was breathing heavily and sticking out their tongues as if they were already struggling.

I stroked the heads of the horses and asked Robin.

“Robin. Do you have something to say as the knight commander?”

“… I have no face.”

I thought I would have to solve a few things, but it was safe to say that the entire territory was rotten. How messed up is the territory if the lords manage it like shit? Where should I get my hands on it? I felt my head hurt.

As a result of riding a horse like that, it took 3 hours to cover a distance that would have been sufficient in 1 hour. As soon as they reached the farmland and stood up, the horses sat down and snorted wildly. Robin stood motionless beside me, his head his bowed.

Well, it wasn’t Robin’s fault in any of this. He couldn’t even bring it up without my permission, and I don’t think Lucius, the original owner, cared about training for the Knights. When the lord neglected the horses, the men who managed the horses were bound to become lazy.

“Follow me, Robin. First, let’s see the state of this farmland.”

I dragged the apologetic Robin around the farmland of the peasants. In the middle of the farmland, there was a luxurious building that looked like a nobleman’s villa. I knew what this building was.

[Heroine Legend] It was the first building you came across when entering Peta’s territory. When the player searched the basement of this building, he could infer from the piles of grain that the owner, the tenant farmer, was secretly stealing grain.

“Ah, uh… That… As you can see… Nothing.”

The tenant farmer pointed to the empty field of farmland as if he still had room to live and said, It was clear that this bastard was also quite an idiot when he came this far and thought that I would go back after inspecting the farmland.

“Open the door of the house.”

“Yes?”

“Open the door. Blast.”

“Ah, that…! Lord… I’m at home right now… That… I called the servants, so the family looks like…”

A surprisingly plausible nickname was thrown in, but I shook my head and went to the door. He took out the mace he had stored next to his horse and hit the door with a strong blow.

Bang!

The wooden door made of high-quality wood was blown away in an instant. Suddenly, the pet cat, covered with a piece of wood, ran into the attic.

The wife and daughters who remained at home screamed and collapsed on the spot. I stroked my mace and scanned the scene in the living room.

Well, the house was right. Robin was sensibly catching the tenant farmer. A few servants and slaves came forward, wondering what was going on, but no human dared to attack Robin and me.

“Lord!

Even up to this point, the peasants were lying. I passed my wife and daughters, who were terrified at the sight of me, and trampled the door leading to the cellar.

Kwajik!

The huge door was smashed, revealing a huge basement that could be used as a shelter for local residents. The cellar, which relied on the weak outside light for everything, was packed full of grain. It was an amount that could not be compared to the amount of tax brought to me.

“Blast. What’s in the basement here?”

“Ah… That… I! I! Only the chaff…”

Even this little boy was getting tired of listening to it. I grabbed the hair of the woman next to me and threw it on the floor. The middle-aged wife said she must have been eating well, and she was as fat as a peasant. I threw her wife to the ground, and her daughters followed and tangled like ducklings following their mother.

I asked while pointing at her with my mace.

“I’m going to open one of the bales now. What if wheat comes out? I have two daughters. I have one wife. I only need to check three bales.”

Even a guy like this would take care of his family terribly. The peasant gave up trying to take it off and banged his head into the ground, shouting.

“Sorry! Stop being greedy!”

“‘I?’ Are you saying other peasants aren’t like that?”

“No! They are all one!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! Yes! That’s right! I’m so sorry, sir! I think I made a mistake out of greed! If only you would forgive me once…”

People are not rewriting. The one who cheated once will cheat again later. People believe that if you forgive them once, they will forgive you a second time. If you punish poorly, you will have hatred and leave behind regrets. Then what should I do?

I grabbed her hair again and lifted it up. She looked at me and was shaking. My daughters were holding me by the legs and begging me to save them. She looked useless as a wife, but her daughters her were pretty smooth-faced.

I threw her wife towards her peasant and kicked her her two daughters, who were still holding on to my legs her, and cornered her.

Then he chose one of the servants still standing in front of the mansion and said,

“You run right now and call the guards. Five fully armed. Bring the things to escort the criminal.”

It’s an exciting cooking time.