I Was Reincarnated as a Baron in Another World

21 – Preparing for the Leap (1)

When they came, they came with Helmut, Balt, Ella, four guards, and a few carts full of sugar, but on the way back the procession grew much larger.

Eight 500-kilometer wagons with quilted armor and weapons to dress the serfs, one wagon with quality tools, six wagons with slaves riding, one wagon with food for the return trip, one wagon with hay 2 wagons.

When ordering from merchants under the apprentice, I just vaguely thought that there would be a lot of them, but in reality, it was overwhelming.

Wouldn’t it be about 30 meters if the carts were lined up side by side? Because I thought

Due to the lengthy procession, it took two weeks to return to Windheim.

And on my return, I immediately mobilized all the slaves and put them to work making sugar.

Despite being provided with good food and working conditions compared to other slaves, the slaves did not intend to work hard at all at first.

Balt, who watched that, got angry and said, ‘Shouldn’t those ungrateful slaves be beaten or punished severely?’ I didn’t work enough to ask.

So, as an incentive, I promised them ‘the right to cultivate the land like serfs after working for 10 years,’ and they suddenly became eager to work.

If you continue to work in this state, you will be able to make 300 carts instead of 200 carts of sugar.

Since you said you’d buy everything as you make it, wouldn’t the money be copied?

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Money is earned with sugar, and food is now overflowing, so the territory reform will go well.

Today, I have to sleep until the sun rises in mid-heaven for the first time in a while..

**

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My lord, Master Ciel von Kreuttel, was not originally competent enough to perform such a special role.

However, this person’s ability was not inferior to that of other aristocratic youngsters.

On the contrary, he belonged to the superior side compared to other noble families.

He has enough martial arts skills to enter the knight academy, which is difficult even for noble families to enter.

According to the other butlers and officials, I heard that if you go to a place like the Magistrate Academy, you will be able to adapt well.

In particular, as he resembles his father, His Excellency Kreutel, he respects knights older than himself, and does not treat the butlers and maids carelessly.

Furthermore, he was a gentleman who cared for even the humblest serfs.

So all the retainers, including me, sincerely respected and followed this person.

However, a few years ago, something changed when I refused to go to the academy even after passing the academy.

As I was lost in my thoughts, I felt someone tap my back behind me.

“Bald, where did Helmut and the other mercenaries go?”

I turned around, looked at the young master, and replied.

“I went to eat now.”

“Okay, so when do you think you’ll be back?”

“Perhaps he will be back soon. About an hour ago, I started cooking.”

Bocchan nodded and replied.

“Yeah, I get it. You said you had training today, but you wouldn’t come after drinking alcohol, would you?”

“Yes, Bocchan. No matter how much these guys like to drink, they won’t drink before training.”

He kept a little distance from me compared to before, and even in front of His Excellency Kreutel, he no longer showed a slightly stunned expression like before.

It’s a little regretful that he’s trying to keep his distance from me, who has been serving the young master for years, but it’s cool that he’s showing a dignified figure since he got hurt.

“Then let’s go now, Balt. Hurry. After they eat, they will go straight to the village parade ground.”

“Yes, Bocchan.”

**

The village we looked around on the way to the parade ground had changed incomparably to when we first came to this territory.

At the time of Baileef Mars, the eyes of the villagers were all sunken, and they were poor enough to even mend their clothes with holes.

Even if there was a hole in the wall of the house, they lived without filling it up, and there was not even food to last until winter in the barn or house of the villagers.

But now, hope for tomorrow can be seen in the eyes of the serfs in the village, and although they are a bit old, no one is seen wearing clothes with holes like before.

Of course, no one lives in a house with a hole in it, there are cows or horses in the barn, and the house is stocked with enough food to last for at least next year.

On the way, when a serf with a basket full of bread saw the young master, he greeted him with a warm smile and a deep bow.

“Bocchan, how are you?”

Normally, the young master just waved his hand at the serf who greeted him and passed by, but he paused for a moment and then answered the serf.

“Yeah, how are you? Let me know if you feel uncomfortable.”

“no. young master. Thanks to the young master, I am eating such good bread every day.”

Upon hearing that, the young master pointed to the bread and asked with a smile.

“Then can I try one?”

“Yes, Bocchan.”

The young master broke the bread in half and held it out to me to eat.

I asked for the bread I received. In the mouth, the savory taste of rye and wheat and a slight sweetness spread subtly.

After eating the bread, the young boy smiled and said,

“Delicious, good bread. I’ll be on my way.”

“Thank you for the delicious meal. young master.”

And the young master hurried his steps back to the parade ground.

After some distance, the young master asked me.

“Bald, do you understand why I bothered to accept the serf’s greetings and eat the bread?”

“no. I do not know.”

Then the young master sighed and said.

“That serf is the next chief of Hans Village. Therefore, even though I am the lord of those guys, I thought it would be better to show a good side rather than treat them like other serfs.”

For a moment, I was surprised that the lord, Bocchan, remembered the face of the next village chief, not even the village chief.

Even though the population here is only about 3,000 people, there is no need for the lord, the young master, to memorize the faces of such lowly people.

Nevertheless, the Bocchan-nim memorizes the faces of those things…

“Then, I’m sure you can go back now and say, ‘Bocchan remembered me.’ I will boast that Of course, that guy’s father, who heard the story, will be more loyal, saying that he cares for us so much.”

“… okay.”

“If you are a lord who rules such a small territory, you should do this. Let’s hurry.”

Bocchan said only ‘this much’, but…

Numerous other lords I knew didn’t even make that much effort in the position of the young master.

If you memorize the face of the bailiff who governs the village, they say you’re interested in the territory.

Therefore, since he showed this side, wouldn’t the serfs in the village follow him even if he sometimes ‘goes too far ahead’?

The meticulous interest of the lord who accumulated numerous achievements for his serfs, these things must have created a miracle.

If you look at it that way, you must have matured…

**

When I arrived at the parade ground, there were mercenaries with nervous expressions on their faces.

In the foreground, Helmut was wearing half-plate armor, and next to him was a cart full of weapons and armor I had brought.

A short distance away stood young serfs.

After a while, Helmut saw the young master from a distance and came over first to greet him.

“Are you here? young master.”

“you’ve worked hard. Okay, is there any problem?”

“Yes, I explained it well to the other mercenaries as well.”

“Begin.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the mercenaries in front of Helmut took out their quilted armor, helmets and weapons from their carts.

All wore helmets and quilted armour, some mercenaries carried spears over 4 meters long, others shields and swords, and others large shields and crossbows.

“fist!”

Helmut’s loud voice echoed through the parade grounds, and all the gazes of the serfs turned towards it.

Confirming that, Helmut laughed for a moment, then continued the story.

“From now on, stand in front of the mercenary holding the weapon you want! Then you will learn how to handle that weapon. Once you choose, there is no going back, so make your decision carefully!”

As soon as that was said, the serfs all began to move towards the weapon they wanted.

The serfs went and stood near the mercenaries, almost all of whom were carrying shields and swords, as if they wanted to be armed with cool-looking weapons if they were to undergo military training.

A few smart looking ones stood in front of the guys with the crossbows.

Fools, shields and swords look cool, but the ones with the swords die the most.

The guys with spears are hitting the wall in front, so it looks dangerous, but when the foot soldiers form a front line, they break it down and die.

After a while, Helmut sighed and said, probably thinking that there would be a big trouble going away from the organization like this.

“Swords and shields are good, but spears are not bad either. No, it’s actually safer than a knife, so why don’t you think about it again?”

At those words, the serfs began to stir.

“…But isn’t a sword cooler than a spear?”

“Yes, yes. And why do you sometimes see people who are dragged into war and die? Soldiers who use swords die less than those who use spears.”

“There are even more bounties that come out from time to time…”

“But, Sir Helmut did too. Those with spears are safer…”

“Ha, I’m worried.”

After a while, everyone moved to using spears, except for those who looked a little more reliable.

I used to pick them that way when I had my arsenal… Now I can use them all.

While I was watching the guys undergoing training while being immersed in memories like that, the young master approached me.

“young master?”

“You go and help. Helmut wouldn’t be hard to do alone.”

“I want to go in the middle after seeing how those guys train. Because the way they train and what I learned is different.”

The young master listened to me and put on a puzzled expression.

In terms of training to wield a sword and spear, the basics would be the same, but I don’t think you understand why there is a difference in what you learn.

“Brother, over there, Helmut worked as a mercenary in the Republic of Genovia and came over here, and I came from France as a mercenary. Also, the mercenary guild they belonged to was different, so it wouldn’t be helpful if I blindly helped them.”

Only then did the young master nod as if he understood.

“I see. Ah, now the training finally begins.”

“Yes, let’s watch.”