Chapter 15 Pardoning the Serfs

A few kilometers away from the Boulder Tribe, there is a small Goblin tribe. The Goblin warrior standing at the wooden gate looks into the distance, waiting for the return of his leader.

Suddenly, there was a ripple in the distance. Two Goblin warriors thought it was the leader returning and hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.

"puff--"

While Orlando was riding, he killed the Goblin warriors that appeared. His speed did not slow down at all, and he continued to move forward on the red phosphorus horse.

The armed serfs following him stepped on the corpses of the Goblin warriors and moved towards the Goblin tribe.

Subsequently, the tribe where more than a hundred goblins lived was razed to the ground, and fire ravaged the surrounding thatched houses.

"My lord, there is no one left alive." A serf came forward to report.

"Can you check carefully?" Orlando asked the serf with a serious expression on his young face.

"It's absolutely true, even the little cub was killed by us."

"Clean the battlefield, gather all the supplies, and we will return to the Stone Tribe overnight."

"Yes, my lord."

Orlando sat on his horse, looking at the busy serfs around him, and began to think about the gains and losses of this action.

When he attacked the first goblin tribe more than three hours ago, he watched from behind the three knights and learned their fighting methods.

But this time, he led fifty serfs to fight alone. With the help of night raids, he broke into the opponent's tribe with lightning speed before the opponent could react.

He knew that he was able to independently lead the troops to attack this small tribe, and the three knights volunteered to hold the formation on the outside in case of unexpected events, because of his status as a guardian knight.

Without the protection of his master, he would be an ordinary slave, and it would be impossible for him to gain the respect of the superior knight.

"One day, I will rely on my own efforts to make the Lord proud of me."

Orlando clenched his fists and made a decision in his mind.

……

The next morning, Verin woke up from the cave, looked at the sunlight coming in, and realized that it was getting late.

Outside the cave, fourteen knights were sitting on the ground. They all knew the Lord's habits, so they did not disturb his sleep, but whispered about last night's battle outside the cave.

Verin put on his clothes and walked out of the cave. At first sight, he saw Orlando chatting happily with several knights, and he couldn't help but smile with relief.

"Good morning, Lord."

When everyone saw Weilin, they all stood up and saluted.

"Sit down, everyone, sit down, it's a rare good day today."

Weilin motioned for everyone to sit down, and he followed suit and said with a smile: "It seems that your actions yesterday went smoothly, so I feel relieved."

Seeing this, Baird took out a piece of paper with names written on it and handed it to him: "My lord, this is the number of goblins killed by serfs. 79 people met the conditions to become free people, and 25 people killed more than three people." There were only eight goblins among them, and one of them killed the most, the most among all the serfs."

"Oh, call me up and take a look."

A knight stood up and turned around to bring the serf over.

"What are the serf casualties?" Verin put the yellowed paper on his knees and asked Baird.

After hearing this, Baird immediately replied: "Returning to the Lord, seven people were killed and eleven were injured."

"It's okay, exceeded expectations. After all, they are just a group of serfs. Although they have trained for more than a month, they can't have too high expectations." After hearing this, Weilin gave a fair evaluation.

At this time, the leaving knight returned outside the cave with a young serf.

"My lord, this is the serf who killed eight goblin warriors." The knight handed over his report and immediately sat down.

"What's your name?" There were many serfs in Weilin. He had thick black hair, dark skin, and a regular appearance. Among the serfs who worked all year round, his appearance was considered to be of the highest quality.

"Master, the slave's name is Kyle."

The serf knelt on the ground and spoke back to Verin in a trembling tone.

"Kyle, as the warrior with the largest number of enemy kills among the serfs, I give you two choices." Verin raised two fingers and said to the serf with a smile.

"Master, please tell me... clearly."

"First, I will order someone to teach you a knight's awakening method. As long as you awaken your fighting spirit within half a month, I will accept you as a knight's attendant."

"Second, in compliance with my previous promise, I pardoned your status as a serf and rewarded you with five silver coins and three more silver coins as an incentive."

After hearing this, Kyle crawled on the ground with a struggling expression on his face.

The surrounding knights all looked at the serf, curious to know what his choice was.

Orlando, who was sitting aside, looked at Kyle and seemed to see his past self. If it weren't for his master, he wouldn't be able to pinpoint where he would be living a life worse than a pig or a dog.

"Master...Master, I...I choose the...first one."

"Wise choice." Verin pointed at Kyle and turned to Orlando, "I'll leave him to you."

"Yes, my lord."

Orlando stood up and accepted the task. Although he was a little confused as to why the Lord chose him instead of the experienced knights around him, since it was a task assigned to him by the Lord, he must accept it unconditionally.

"Okay, gather the remaining serfs."

Weilin stood up, patted the dust on his butt, and gave instructions to the others.

After a while, all one hundred and seventy-three serfs were summoned.

In front of the phalanx, a wooden box was opened, and the silver coins inside shone, attracting the attention of all the serfs present.

"I promise you that I will obtain the heads of three goblins and pardon their status as serfs. On this basis, I will reward you with a silver coin for each additional goblin you kill. Today is the time to fulfill my promise."

"In this battle, 79 people will be pardoned. They are lucky, but they are also heroic."

Immediately afterwards, Verin took out the list and announced loudly. Every serf whose name was mentioned cried bitterly, knelt on the ground, and thanked his master for his forgiveness.

"Twenty-four of them will be rewarded with silver coins."

The serfs present were very envious as they watched their companions step forward to receive the silver coins from their masters.

"The next battle will continue. Whether you can escape the status of serfs depends entirely on you."

After the pardon ceremony, Verin gave a brief speech to the remaining serfs, inspiring them to their hearts.

Immediately, Baird took over the command, dispersed the serfs, searched the surroundings for traces of salt mines, and promised to take the head of a Goblin warrior for anyone who found the salt mines.

As soon as these words came out, the serfs were greatly motivated. They couldn't wait to follow their captain and search around the Boulder Tribe.

On the other side, Weilin took out a map and began to think about building his own village in this area of ​​more than 100 square kilometers and creating his first territory.