Chapter 107 Small is also very cute
At this time, the expressions of everyone present finally changed.
No one is afraid of the plague except for the more powerful professionals.
Even if the Priest of Light possesses the divine skill of ‘disease-driving’, he cannot stop people’s fear of the plague.
Because Dispel Disease is first of all a relatively high-level spell, proportionally speaking, there are not many priests who master Dispel Disease. One priest in a hundred is good.
Then, once a plague occurs, priests will definitely protect the interests of their own religion first, and then assist outsiders.
As a result, outsiders will have fewer opportunities to be rescued, and even if outsiders are rescued, priority will be given to the noble class.
Except for Hardy, everyone here is called a tycoon. In fact, they are just ordinary people with a little money or a say in their own industry.
“But it’s just some civilians who died.” A man retorted with a frown. He felt that Hardy was being alarmist: “A large number of civilians did not die here.”
"Plague also needs conditions to form." Hardy sneered: "Just because you were lucky this time does not mean you will have such good luck next time."
Some people oppose it, and naturally some people agree with it.
The well-dressed old man said thoughtfully: "No wonder every time it rains heavily, a lot of corpses are always transported outside the city. I thought they were drowned, but it turned out that they were drowned. That's the case. If that's the case, I agree to build the drains. "
Someone also asked: "Lord, what do you mean? You want us to donate money to repair the city's drainage canals?"
"This is Hukaro City. It's not yours, so why do I need your money?" Hardy looked confused.
As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.
In fact, before they invited the 'meeting' here, many people had already expressed their anger in private and speculated on the meaning of Hardy's 'meeting'.
They all understand the tax collection and imposing authority.
But it goes against their intuition and common sense to not require them to hand over ‘money’.
Hadi ignored their shocked expressions and continued: "I'm just giving you guys some air. Building drainage channels is a time-consuming process. During this period, some sections of the road may be temporarily closed. The blockade will affect your business income, but this is an irresistible thing, so you'd better not have any objections."
Of course they won't have any objections, as long as Hadi doesn't let them donate money, they won't have any objections at all. None.
Hardy saw everyone looking happy and knew that the matter was settled.
If he proposed to build canals at the beginning, these people would naturally object when they knew that it might affect their income.
But Hardy first collects tax revenue and then recycles the salt monopoly, giving people the illusion that he is trying to make a lot of money.
They were willing to bring up the drainage channel at this time, as long as Hadi no longer wanted them to suffer any more big 'losses'.
Mr. Zhou Shuren’s teachings are also feasible in other worlds.
"So next, Sheriff Li Shaoer is responsible for protecting and supervising the migrant workers building the canal. Do you understand?"
The Sheriff subconsciously stood up, saluted respectfully, and took over the matter.
No way, he is scared to death of Hardy now.
One hundred and eighty lashes... Although it was not fatal, it was so painful that he could hardly sleep every day for a month. He didn't want to experience that kind of torment again.
In fact, Hardy didn't really want to use this sheriff, but he did have some ability.
The second is... Hardy now has too few people he can trust.
No way, he rose too fast.
The Hardy family has jumped from wealthy businessman, to knight, to baron, and now to viscount, three consecutive class jumps, in just about a year.
It’s really fast.
This makes his fundamentals not very stable.
Especially in terms of manpower, there is a huge shortage.
Even the constable who made a mistake had to be kept to help him with his work.
The 'meeting' ended quickly. Hardy returned to the castle and was making a plan. He needed to summon farmers from villages and towns near the city to form a construction team.
If he had someone under his command, he wouldn't need to do it himself.
“I guess he is the least aristocratic viscount.”
Hardy shook his head helplessly. When he was feeling sorry for himself, the middle-aged maid knocked on the door and came in and said: "Sir Hardy, there is a professional named Bing Xixi outside who wants to meet you. He said that he can be considered a friend with you."
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Together Xixi?
What is he here for?
"Ask him to wait for me in the main hall."
The middle-aged maid took the order and left.
Hardy deliberately waited for a while before going down.
It’s not that he deliberately wanted to show off, but as an NPC noble, this way is more in line with the setting.
He went down to the main hall on the first floor and saw Bing Xixi eating honey bread there.
He should have taken the initiative to ask the maid for it.
When the maid saw that he was indeed Hardy's 'friend', she naturally would not refuse this request.
It fits the player’s ‘style’ very well.
After Hardy went down, he smiled and said: "Long time no see, Your Excellency Xixi, the immortal warrior."
Xixi swallowed a few mouthfuls of honey bread, stood up and said : "It's been about a month, Mr. Hardy."
"Sit down, don't be so formal."
"You are now a viscount, and you are still a powerful person at the lord level. It is better for me to stand." Bing Xixi smiled half-seriously.
“You dare to offend the Lion Family, but my young Viscount dare not do anything to you.” Hardy smiled, waved his hand, and asked: “How is the situation at the Atonement Society?”
< br>Xi Xi sat down as he was told and said: "There is no Atonement Society anymore, they have all become your people."
Everyone in the Atonement Society was assigned a field and received it. Household registration, Hardy fulfilled his promise.
So now Xixi personally approves of Hardy.
He is considered a rare good person among nobles.
“I thought there was something wrong with the Atonement Society.” Hardy asked strangely: “So, what happened to you coming here this time?”
“I am I’m here to ask Mr. Hardy a question.”
Huh?
Hardy looked confused.
"Didn't you tell me last time that Atonement would have the Nightmare Saddle?"
Hardy nodded: "Yes, you got it?"
"You did get it, but It's a little different from what you imagined."
"What a difference!"
"It's hard for me to explain in words, why don't I go out to the courtyard and show it to you personally?"
"Okay."
The two went out to the courtyard, stood on the grass, took a deep breath, and raised their right hands.
Small pieces of dark elements gathered around to form a black cocoon. Then the black cocoon exploded, and a nightmare knight appeared in front of Hardy.
Time seemed to have stopped, and Hardy remained motionless.
After a while, Hardy's cheeks were twitching, and the smile on his face kept spreading.
Finally, I couldn't help laughing.
Because a mini nightmare knight appeared in front of me.
Very mini.
The Nightmare Knight is essentially a 'magic element' body.
The summoner's body is replaced in a random space, and then the consciousness is attached to the elemental body for 'control'.
Therefore... the body shape of the Nightmare Knight can, in a sense, violate biological common sense.
It can be big...and naturally it can also be small.
(End of this chapter)