"God, Lord Karl, you are simply a genius. I have never tried this forging method!"

In the blacksmith shop prepared for Allen, Carl was discussing something with Allen.

The blazing furnace illuminated the blacksmith shop red, and there was even a little sweat on Carl's forehead. Allen was better, and his years of life as a blacksmith made him completely adapted to this environment.

But even so, the two of them had no impact at all. They had a heated discussion. In fact, most of the time, Karl was talking and Alan was listening.

Of course, this does not mean that Karl has made great achievements in the blacksmithing profession. There are specialties in the craft, and Karl does not understand these, but he is talking about a forging method that he heard in his previous life.

What he said was also very vague, because he didn't know much about it. He only had a rough idea, but he could barely build a framework as he talked about it.

Allen is professional in this kind of thing. He can automatically identify the errors in Karl's words and adjust them, which makes this method feasible.

"Master Carl, I really didn't expect you to actually understand this kind of thing. You are really knowledgeable. I didn't know anything about this cold forging method before." Allen said in admiration.

"Haha, I just heard about the practices of some Eastern swords." Karl said with a sneer.

"Eastern? Is it the Kairol area? Although the blacksmiths in the Kairol area are very clever and have their own secrets for making long swords, they don't seem to have any mention of cold forging..." Allen was a little confused.

"No, no, no, it may be an area further east than that. Well, the issues we are discussing are not here, these are not important." Karl changed the subject. He did not know whether there was an ancient civilization in the east of the world. Even if

It's really not something he can get. With the current means of transportation and means, if he really has to go to the East, he might not be able to die from exhaustion halfway.

"You're right, maybe I should focus more on these swords." Allen nodded.

"Alan, are you sure you can follow the method I told you to create a long sword that is harder but not brittle and has sufficient toughness?" Karl asked.

In his opinion, the current swords were very crude. Knights under the protection of chain armor were almost immune to the attacks of these swords, and could even break the swords.

"It should be possible, my lord, but I'm not sure. All this needs to be tried. If I can make such a sword, I will definitely dedicate it to you." Allen's eyes were shining. For a blacksmith, there is no such thing as

What is more attractive than creating a brand new sword that does not exist in the world.

"I believe you can do it. If you lack funds or materials during the process, you can contact me at any time. I promise that you will not be short of funds or materials." Karl said solemnly.

He has placed great hopes on these swords. If they are really built and mass-produced, then maybe he can give his army a major overhaul.

If he hadn't been unable and unable to make a gun, he would have gone crazy trying to make even the simplest crude gun.

"Thank you for trusting me, my lord. I will definitely not let you down!" Allen's face was filled with emotion. In his opinion, this was undoubtedly a sign of trust in him. Among so many nobles, which one can offer such a high price to you?

Support a blacksmith to keep trying.

Karl nodded and left the blacksmith shop with a smile.

"Lord Lord! It's Lord Lord!"

"Long live the lord!"

When Karl passed through the territory, almost all the farmers who saw him saluted with respect on their faces. In their opinion, this was a nobleman who valued the territory and them.

They didn't understand the territory planning at the beginning, and they had some complaints. Carl was definitely looking for trouble, but they didn't feel the benefits until it was actually completed, which made it a lot more convenient for them.

Moreover, Carl also implemented the waterwheel designed by Juliana, which suddenly made the farmers much more relaxed, making irrigation and water diversion easier, and more and more wasteland was reclaimed.

What was a bit novel for them was the toilet built by Carl. At first, they thought it was very troublesome. After all, Carl forced them to urinate there, otherwise they would be fined.

But as time went by, they got used to it, and the environment did become much better. The previous smelly feeling was no longer there, and it made people feel much more comfortable.

All these changes that can be truly felt have made Karl's prestige rise a lot, at least he no longer has the hatred for the nobles.

It is absolutely unbelievable that this scene happened in other noble territories. When other nobles passed by their territories, the peasants would also salute to show respect, but that was when there were guards. If there were no guards around, those brave people would probably

Guys don't mind kidnapping each other for ransom.

"Nov, why are you looking so happy? Did something good happen?" Carl couldn't help but ask when he saw the farmer's smile that he couldn't hide.

"Lord, we have a bumper wheat harvest!" Novus smiled stupidly. For a farmer, there is nothing more joyful than a bumper harvest. If there is, it will be a bumper harvest every year.

"Oh? Really? That's really great!" Karl was also pleasantly surprised. His territory had a bumper harvest, which meant that his income would be more, and he could also spend less money to rescue the serfs who had no food to eat. After all, they had

There is enough surplus food.

"What about other things? Like my vineyard or something?" Karl asked again.

Nov was a little embarrassed, shook his head, and said: "Lord, I don't know this very well, but I seem to see that the farmers in the vineyard are also very happy. They must have had a good harvest."

Karl nodded, if it was true, it would be a blessing.

"Master Carl, I finally found you." At this moment, Berg ran over in a hurry, with a very anxious look on his face.

"What's wrong Berg?"

"Slave...slave..." Berg was panting and couldn't speak smoothly for a while.

"Slow down, my financial controller, don't worry." Karl shook his head.

"Lord Karl, the slave traders from Havel Town have arrived, and they have brought a large number of slaves." Berg said excitedly.

"A large batch? How many can there be?" Karl asked, and Berg should be quite excited.

"A total of one hundred and fifty people! And they only charge us two hundred silver natas!"

"What? So many people? And what do you mean by the two hundred silver Natas?" Karl Game was shocked. The Silder Manor plus the village only had eight or nine hundred people. This time there were one hundred and fifty more people.

Then the population can exceed a thousand, which is really rare.

"Didn't you say that a slave costs two or three silver natas? Why did the price drop so much all of a sudden? This is much closer."

"Because the count near us recently had a war with the Flor people, many Flor people were captured, and the slave traders had a large number of slaves in their hands. Those lowly Flor people are worthless, and we buy

We have a lot of slaves, and we conveyed the intention of long-term cooperation to the other party, so the other party sold them to us at a cheaper price," Berg explained.

"Well done Berg, that's great, but maybe we have to wait a little longer after this time. After all, we don't have any spare money." Karl smiled happily, but he had to face the facts.

The silver natas obtained through compensation have basically been spent, and some are left as reserves.

It will take some time for all this investment to pay off.

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"Are you Sir Carl Dias?" The slave merchant couldn't help but smile when he saw Carl and his entourage rushing in with their guards, but his eyes were always wary.

If they were ordinary fief knights, he wouldn't look down on them. After all, those knights only had more than ten or twenty soldiers, and the better ones only had thirty or forty soldiers. Moreover, their territories were visibly dilapidated, and as he was

The slave merchants in the slave guild can have a hundred and eighty bodyguards, and their wealth is not comparable to those of the knights.

But the knight in front of him was horrified by the wealth and stability of his territory. The most terrifying thing was that he found that the people in this territory had an upward mood and were not as lifeless as other territories.

All of this made him dare not underestimate this young knight, not to mention that this time the other party was his big patron.

"Witt...it's Mr. Werther, right? I'm glad you can bring these slaves to me." Karl smiled.

"This is a trade, my noble Sir." Witte shrugged, looking very easy-going.

But Karl was not deceived by his easy-going appearance and mistakenly thought that the other party was a good person. In fact, good people could not work as slave traders.

How did the slave merchants get their slaves? Some were purchased from nearby nobles, but some did plunder some small villages themselves.

When they find a village without noble protection, they will turn into plunderers, and they can make a lot of money whether it is the wealth or slaves they plunder.

Paying the money with one hand and delivering the goods with the other was a no-brainer. After Karl paid the silver Natas to the other party, all the slaves behind Werther officially became Karl's slaves.

Werther didn't seem to have any intention of staying here. After the transaction was completed, he took the money and left here under the protection of the guards. Two hundred silver natas was not a small amount, and Werther did not dare to stay for a long time.

"Berg, you go to Juliana and ask her to arrange these slaves. We just need enough manpower to reclaim wasteland." Karl ordered.

"Okay, my lord, it's just that with so many people coming in all at once, I'm afraid we won't have enough food." Berg was a little worried.

"Don't worry, I've seen it. The grain we have in stock is enough to get us through this winter, and our newly reclaimed wasteland will grow enough wheat the next year." Karl was not worried at all.

"Okay." Berg nodded. Since Karl was so sure, he didn't say anything.


Chapter completed!