The Lake Fairy certainly felt the dark elf's thoughtful gaze.
To be honest, the Lady of the Lake is very disgusted with having such a dark elf by Ryan's side, because her stance and views are destined to be different.
What's more, she is very likely to recognize herself and know who she is.
Fortunately, Ryan has already known her true identity and has no grudges at all, otherwise she might find a way to make this dark elf disappear from Ryan's side.
"My lady?" Ryan found the Lake Fairy sitting next to him, and quickly wanted to get up, but was held down by the Lake Fairy. The goddess shook her head, with a faint smile on her beautiful face: "Sit down
Come on, my champion, there is no need for false etiquette between you and me."
"Okay, my lady." Ryan then sat upright.
Of course he knows that he is the divinely chosen champion of the Lady of the Lake and has a different status, but in many cases rules are just rules. Whether the Lady of the Lake cares about certain things is one thing, and whether he does it or not is another matter.
It is always right to do enough etiquette.
And the fairy in the lake...the goddess is a woman after all.
"Ryan, my champion, you seem to be thinking about something rude." The fairy in the lake suddenly felt something. Ryan quickly denied: "No, my lady, I am just curious, why don't you like the skull pattern?"
"The skull and blood are symbols of Khorne, not mine." The Lake Fairy shook her head. She stretched out her slender jade finger and tapped it gently. The illusion of flowers appeared on her fingertips, and the coat of arms on the parchment appeared.
The skull was erased: "I don't like that on my Champion family coat of arms, so take it off."
"Okay." Ryan had no objection to this. He didn't care whether there was a skull pattern or not. It's okay if it is there or not: "Would the lady be willing to give some advice to her champion?"
"Ha~ Of course." The fairy in the lake pointed with her jade hand, and a chair flew over. She sat down next to Ryan, and then pointed to the top of the coat of arms: "My champion, you are the Holy Grail Knight, so you can use the Holy Grail.
The design is placed on your coat of arms."
As a result, a golden Holy Grail pattern appeared on the book in the middle of the coat of arms.
Ryan is also very satisfied. This pattern can immediately express his identity as a Holy Grail Knight.
"Then, you will get two ribbons to prove that you are my champion...and your figure fighting for me." Then, the green-white jade finger of the fairy in the lake crossed the pattern of the Holy Grail, and the two ribbons were placed on the edge of the book.
The patterns intersect and draw wonderful arcs.
So the new family crest of Baron Jean was prepared.
The fairy in the lake was quite satisfied with her design.
Finally, Lane wrote his family motto below the coat of arms: Death is the servant of the righteous.
"It's done~ I like this coat of arms, hang it outside your castle!" The golden hair of the Lake Fairy exuded a moving fragrance. She picked up the parchment and flew past Ryan, under the goddess's
Under the condensation of divine power, a complete and careful family crest appeared on the parchment.
"As you command, my lady." Ryan was also satisfied with this coat of arms.
The family coat of arms of the new baron was thus decided.
"This is your castle? Please show me around." The Lake Fairy held up the Holy Grail and said to Ryan.
"OK."
So Ryan took the Lake Fairy to visit his castle. His castle was actually not very big. The main thing was that the four-story main castle was fully equipped, and more land was just surrounded by walls.
Large areas of open space can be built.
"Ryan, what are your plans for your castle?" The Lady of the Lake stood on the balcony with Ryan, and she asked her champion.
"The existing castle is defective and damaged in many places. I plan to comprehensively strengthen and repair the castle. I plan to build a stable in the open space in front of it. Pinecone has been with me for many years. It's time for it to have a comfortable home.
." Ryan pointed to the open space below and said: "Then I plan to build a martial arts training ground at that location. My soldiers need enough training in their spare time."
After listening to Ryan talking about his plan for his castle in detail for a while, the Lake Fairy nodded with satisfaction: "Lian, my champion, I can see that you have already made a detailed plan for your castle, but before that I
I may need to interrupt you... I have a small request for your castle."
"Please, my lady, I will try my best to make it happen." Ryan thought to himself, I know.
"I need to carve out a small territory in your castle as my palace." The fairy in the lake held the Holy Grail in her hand. She took out a roll of white paper with a moving fragrance from her arms and placed it on the
Ryan's hands.
When Ryan took over the design, he found that the Fairy of the Lake wanted him to build a spire in his castle.
This will make it easier for her to arrive in real time. As long as Ryan can continue to provide energy for her through subspace spiritual energy, then this spire will be the earthly kingdom of the Lake Fairy.
Of course, this needs to be kept secret from the outside world. Neither Ryan nor the Lady of the Lake wants others to know about their relationship.
After thinking about it for a while, Ryan knew that closer cooperation with the Lake Fairy was both what he wanted and what the Lake Fairy hoped for. Although there would be some drawbacks, in general, building a lake in his castle would be a good idea.
The fairy's spire "palace" is a good thing that has more advantages than disadvantages, so after a brief thought, Ryan nodded and smiled: "Of course, my lady, I will build the most beautiful spire as a symbol of my devotion to you."
When the fairy in the lake saw this, the smile on her face did not change, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She knew that her request was actually a bit too much.
There has always been a popular saying in the main material world: "Return to gods what belongs to gods, and return to mortals what belongs to mortals." Her request has gone beyond the scope of what gods ask of believers. This is not building a temple, but building a palace.
She was certain that any such request she made to any duke would be politely rejected, even the Duke of Bastogne, Arthur's direct descendant, and the most pious Duke of Connet.
Sometimes the relationship between gods and mortals is not as simple as faith. Knights are willing to die for their ladies, but are not willing to dedicate all their property. This is the reason.
After the Lake Fairy left, Ryan officially started the construction of the territory.
Widening and building territorial roads, building more workshops along rivers, building stronger walls for towns, and comprehensively renovating castles require a lot of manpower and material resources, but also contain wealth and opportunities.
Many merchants in Brittany were moved by the news and brought their own men to the territory of the new baron.
Their sources indicated that Ryan was wealthy, and that the newly minted nobleman from Marienburg was wealthy.
This is an opportunity to make money.
In early April, the weather has gradually become warmer.
Lane is taking his own people to inspect his vineyard.
The person responsible for the management of this vineyard is named Durand. He is a down-and-out nobleman. He has the title of noble, but he can no longer afford a set of knight armor and war horses, so he is reduced to managing the vineyard.
But Durand never gave up hope of returning to the ranks of knights, especially after the new lord was appointed, and he devoted all his efforts to running the vineyard.
The Jean Vineyard is located on a hill not far from the town of Jean. It occupies a small area of about thirty hectares, but it is well-equipped. All processes from grape planting to winemaking can be carried out here.
Twenty hectares of vineyards are used for planting, and the remaining part is a processing workshop. In addition, there is a beautiful small wine castle built on the hill. It is said that the Marquis of Ascot took his wife in winter.
This is a villa where girls come here for vacation, so the interior decoration of this wine castle is even more luxurious than that of Lane's castle.
But when Ryan came here to visit, the inside of the wine castle had become bare, as if it had been ravaged by bandits, with nothing left except the walls and floors.
"My Baron?" Durand is a gentleman wearing serious aristocratic clothes and a round hat. He looks to be in his thirties. He is following Ryan. His face is full of respect. When he sees Ryan looking at him with an unkind expression,
The wine castle looked bare, so he quickly explained: "There were originally a lot of things here, but the Marquis of Ascot took everything away when he evacuated here, as well as all the wine stored underground."
Ryan's face was not very good, but he had nothing to say about it, because in a sense, it should indeed be the property of the Marquis of Ascot, and there was nothing wrong with what he did: "Then those workers responsible for planting and winemaking
Where are they?"
"The Marquis of Ascot did not move any of them. He left all the workers behind. He hoped that Lord Lane would treat them well," Durand added.
From this point of view, the Marquis of Ascot did not do too much, at least he left a complete team for himself.
Coming out of the wine castle, the vineyard workers were working hard. Durand said in Ryan's ear: "Baron, we have encountered some difficulties. Now is the season when grapes need a lot of water, but we need to get water from the Chinon River.
We lack enough manpower to transport water, and the sunshine this year is relatively weak, so I am worried that the grapes grown may not be sweet enough."
"I will send someone over to help you transport water. As for the problem of sunlight, I will find a way to solve it." The baron said that he understood, but his words sounded perfunctory.
Upon seeing this, Durand added: "Baron, the grapevines in Jean Vineyard are all at least thirty years old. As long as they are nurtured properly, the quality of the grapes they produce will not be inferior to the top quality grapes from Winford."
"I understand what you said, but some things have to be done slowly. Let's solve the water source problem first. I will gather people to build a canal leading here." Ryan signaled Durand to be calm and the problems must be solved one by one.
.
Since coming to this world, he has discovered that many people have this problem. They always want to solve problems at once when doing anything. Little does he know that patience is a virtue and problems must be solved one by one.
"Okay, my baron." Durand knew how powerful the man in front of him was, and he was also the lady's chosen champion.
After briefly inspecting his vineyard, Ryan immediately met with the elders of his five villages without stopping.
In Britannia, the lords and nobles have the duty to judge fairly for the serfs. If they hear about a criminal case among the serfs, many knights will volunteer to conduct the trial, and because the target is the serfs, they never need to
They were worried about the outcome of the verdict, because as lords they had the right to do whatever they wanted with the serfs in their territory.
Therefore, after a just verdict is issued, the criminal will definitely be hanged, the victim may also be hanged for various reasons, and the family's food reserves will also be taken away by the nobles in the name of justice.
The serfs preferred to avoid such "justice".
So the title of "township elder" came into being.
These village elders are generally respected elders in the village. These village elders who are respected by the villagers listen carefully to the details of the case and then decide the punishment. Usually it involves compensation paid to the victim and unpaid labor to avoid abuse by the knights.
penalty.
So after a long time, the village elder became the actual talker of the village and the spokesperson of the serfs, responsible for communicating with the nobles. Whether the village elder's fair judgment depends entirely on his character, because his decision does not have any
According to the law, the village elders will also make unfair judgments for various reasons, but in any case, this is much better than attracting noble lords.
Most of the visitors were gray-haired old men. They sat respectfully in the largest and best house in the village, enjoying the low-quality sweet wine and bread given by the lord, and accepting the lord's inquiries.
"My Lord Baron, spring plowing requires enough manpower, and we cannot provide as many workers as you need." A village elder put down the wooden cup in his hand and said cautiously: "If it affects spring plowing, we will not be able to provide you with as many workers as you need."
Enough food has been delivered to you on time."
"Also, my Baron, spring is here, the beastmen in the forest are ready to move, and the creatures in the dark threaten the safety of the village." Another village elder also said.
"I will lead people to eliminate the beastmen in the forest. I would like to ask, if it does not affect the spring plowing, how many people can the village send?" Ryan asked.
"Uh, this..." There is no doubt about the strength of the Holy Grail Knights, but they still seem to be in trouble. This is the lean season, the serfs are still sowing seeds, the family is short of food, and the work is strenuous.
"I will provide food." Ryan noticed the villagers' embarrassment, so he continued.
So the villagers each reported a number, which added up to about three hundred people.
More than three hundred people, right? Ryan was quite satisfied with this number, so he didn't say anything more.
Territory construction must be done as quickly as possible.
Businessmen have gathered in the Jean Territory. Everyone knows that there is a big deal here. Like sharks smelling blood, these people are coming to the door one after another. After determining how much labor is available, a fierce bidding ceremony is about to begin.
Expands in the baron's castle.
But when Ryan returned to the gate of the castle, a beautiful female knight with long golden curly hair and sea-blue eyes was standing at the gate waiting for him on a pure-blood elf war horse.