I led the Goblin Culture to victory.

Chapter 252 Upholding Justice

"Did you see any other slaves on your way here?"

Bank shook his head at Walter's question.

"no."

He then added.

"I didn't see many slaves. But I heard that those who became slaves before the autumn harvest were all taken south."

south……

Walter looked south.

Apart from the forest, he only saw the fellow villagers traveling with him.

"They're not going to ask us to help those new soldiers again..., are they?"

"I never want to see those guys again..."

Some residents, unable to bear the boredom, began to find topics to chat about.

What is there in the South?

he does not know.

Snapped.

Bank patted Walter again.

"Don't worry, even if you become a slave, the lord will still need you to herd sheep. Nothing will happen."

"Um."

Walter nodded, ceasing his useless worries.

However, the words of those around him reminded him of something else.

"Bank".

"Um?"

"How are your injuries? Are they affecting your work?"

Wouter looked at Bank's defensive midfield position.

Bank rubbed his lower back and twisted his body a few times.

"You can move around now. Catching up with the sheep shouldn't be a problem."

"That's good. Tomorrow you and the sheepdog will watch the sheep together."

Walter breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.

Now I can hand over the most boring and laborious work.

For a while afterward, we can eat less food.

If we start counting from now until slaughtering sheep before winter, we can save a lot of food to get through the winter.

After saying that, he couldn't help but complain.

"Those grass-drenched guys, I have no idea where they came from."

Bank thought for a moment, and his expression was no longer as relaxed as before.

"Those soldiers seemed to have been brought here by Gaimour. I heard them mention it after I was defeated..."

They were talking about something that had just happened two days ago.

At the time, Walter thought the beast tide was over, the thieves dressed like slaves were gone, and that there would be no more trouble this autumn.

Just two days later, a group of soldiers arrived from the west!

Those guys said they were rewarded by the Baron and told them to take anything they could use!

Before the people could even react, a whole bunch of things were robbed!

More than a dozen sheep were stolen!

Thieves always grab things quickly and leave, taking very little.

The sheep only lost two or three lambs.

But the soldiers who came later searched house to house and took away quite a lot!

Some of the villagers tried to resist, but they were beaten up just like Bank.

Fortunately, those guys said they couldn't interfere with the people's work, so they didn't kill anyone or rob anyone of their food.

But after the villagers inquired among themselves, they discovered that every household had been robbed!

Walter also heard that someone's family had been kidnapped...

"Whoosh~ Sigh!"

He was about to bring it up when he heard sobbing behind him.

Bank, of course, heard it too.

"Don't think about it anymore, the most important thing now is to get through the winter."

"If one person is missing, we'll have one less bowl of rice to eat..."

Along with the sobs, two words of comfort were uttered.

Walter and Bank exchanged a glance, then looked back together.

Many of their followers looked on with them.

Walter spotted the source of the sobbing.

It was a figure that was at least half a head taller than the others.

He is the blacksmith of East River Manor – Misser.

Beside Misser, the two figures comforting him were his younger brother and sister, who were about to come of age.

Because the blacksmith's family had many weapons and tools, and he himself was strong, no one was killed during the beast tide except for the old blacksmith who was out gathering firewood.

But I haven't seen Miser's newlywed wife these past few days...

Walter's eyes widened suddenly.

No way?

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"At least you're not a slave yet..."

The brother and sister continued to comfort their older brother, but Misser grabbed their hands and told them to shut up.

"Stop talking, you two idiots... *sigh*"

He continued forward, led by his younger brother and sister, and stopped his grief as he took a deep breath.

"Ugh."

Walter couldn't help but sigh.

It seems that things are not much different from what he guessed.

It's likely that Misser's wife really was taken away by those soldiers.

The image of Misena's wife's smile immediately came to mind.

That smile was like sage blooming in midsummer; if she really were sage, then the flowers should be pale red.

Despite being born a slave, Mithril's wife was truly beautiful.

When Misér married her, in addition to the usual paperwork fees and taxes, he also paid a ransom.

That amount of money was a bit much for the blacksmith, but he could manage it if he gritted his teeth.

But now...

Walter spoke to Misser.

"You could try telling the Baron or Reverend Owald about this and see if they'd be willing to help you."

The next Sunday is tomorrow.

These words made Misser's younger siblings' eyes light up.

They looked at Misser.

"Brother, maybe you can give it a try."

"Yes, the new pastor is a good person."

"call--"

Misser looked at Walter and let out a long sigh.

He didn't say anything.

The surrounding residents spoke first.

"You should give it a try; at least there's still a chance to salvage the situation."

Everyone around turned to look at the leader who had spoken.

He was a middle-aged man.

His body was slightly hunched, his face was covered with wrinkles, and his hair was completely white.

Upon seeing the white hair that didn't match his age, Walter recognized the man.

It was old Hans.

Unlike Walter and Misser, old Han was just an ordinary farmer whose wife had died in childbirth.

About three years ago, old Han was picking up wheat grains in the field after the autumn harvest, and his youngest son, who had just learned to walk, came along with him.

But the child was too young, and it was difficult to keep an eye on him once he entered the wheat field full of straw.

Old Han could only tell him not to run out of the wheat field, so that at least he could be called back.

Generally speaking, it's nothing to worry about.

But that time, for some reason, the steward rode his horse straight into the fields and galloped eastward!

Old Han heard only one cry, and when he saw the child again, it was a corpse.

Old Han didn't cry that day.

But when I saw him again the next day, his hair had turned completely white.

They later learned from the soldiers that a slave had run away to Baron Stern's territory, and the soldiers had failed to intercept him on the way; the steward had gone to negotiate.

That's all there is to it.

When a lord or administrator harms his subjects, he or she will usually provide some compensation in order to earn their gratitude.

But the housekeeper not only refused to pay compensation, he also claimed that Old Han's youngest son had hidden in the wheat field to secretly cut straw, and demanded a fine from him!

Old Han did not pay the fine in the end.

He simply couldn't afford it.

However, no one brought it up again after that.

"Stop chatting! Let's hurry up!"

A disheveled soldier walked up to the people and shouted.

Who else could it be but Zwan?

Ziwan didn't want to pay attention to the idle chatter of his subjects.

It was clear that as the people chatted, their pace slowed considerably, which is why they came out to remind them.

He glanced at Misser and old Han, who were being watched.

Misser's eyes were still a little red.

Old Han's expression was as calm as a corpse.

After thinking for a moment, Ziwan decided to say something.

He spoke.

"Our lord has changed; it's no longer Baron Talis. The new lord has summoned you to uphold justice for you. He will deal with the mistakes left behind by Baron Talis."

Just as he had expected, the people froze.