"Carly, is there anything special about this statue? I just think it's a little bit prettier than me, but you don't need to stare at it like that!" The fat man was quite perceptive.
"Hmm, you're too modest. I feel you're slightly better." Carly looked the fat man up and down.
The fat man felt quite embarrassed by her gaze and even became a little awkward.
"Carly, really? I wasn't very confident before, but now I think I need to be more low-key in the future."
Carly shivered and walked toward the strange wooden frame in front of her.
The fat man ignored Carly as she left and began to think to himself.
"No wonder that show-off kept smiling at me; it seems he underestimated his own strength."
Upon approaching the wooden shelf, Carly immediately noticed that the paper with writing on it was unusual; it wasn't the usual parchment, but a very white paper that felt very soft to the touch. What was it made of? It felt so nice!
If this paper were to reach their territory, it would surely fetch a good price when sold to those noble gentlemen.
Carly grew increasingly curious about the stranger. What kind of person was he? How could he create such paper? How could he manage his territory like a paradise? She couldn't help but recall the scene of her first meeting with the stranger.
"Whoever can answer my question, this bread will be given to them." The stranger's voice was ordinary and gentle; he seemed afraid of frightening the serfs in front of him.
His face was quite ordinary, but he exuded an indescribable aura, much like this statue. Seeing that the others were too afraid to answer the stranger's question, she inexplicably stepped forward and answered him.
Carly didn't know why she did it. Perhaps it was the stranger's bread that moved her.
A gentle breeze rustled the paper on the wooden board, and Carly snapped back to her senses, continuing to read the words on the paper.
Eric, a member of the guard, will be rewarded with two newly cultivated plots of land for his numerous merits in protecting the territory. Will, another member of the guard, will receive one of the newly cultivated plots… Those who receive land must register with the steward within three days and verify its size and location on-site.
All rewarded land belongs entirely to the individual and cannot be bought or sold until the person who acquired it dies. The land then reverts to the territory. New land is subject to a 10% tax. However, using heavy farm implements from the territory is taxed, while small farm implements can later be obtained by exchanging a small amount of food. These will also belong to the individual after exchange. New land seeds must be saved by the individual; if territory seeds are used, some tax will also apply.
...............Ed of Greyhold
A bright red circle was printed on it.
Good heavens, Carly felt a wave of dizziness. This round, red thing must be the family totem of the nobles in this territory.
However, this totem was also extremely terrifying! This forced Carly to look at the contents again.
What the villagers said was actually true; the land really did only require a 10% tax, and it belonged to an individual. Wasn't that better than her impoverished noble father who had no land?
Carly thought she should talk to her father about moving to a different place; perhaps this place would be a good option.
But right now we need to solve the problem with that muscular guy.
"Carly, why are you staring blankly at the wooden board again?" The fat man finished thinking and saw Carly staring blankly again.
"Oh, it's nothing. Can you read?" Carly asked the fat man.
"I don't know him. Is there anything I can help you with?" The fat man was still very enthusiastic.
"It's good that we don't know each other. I do need your help."