The morning light is soft but not dazzling, shining on the deep forest castle on the hills. Loren, standing at the top of the castle tower, overlooks the farm near the castle from a distance.

    Now we have entered the cold winter. Even if the sun has risen, the cold wind still hurts. The black haired wizard with a hood had a frozen face, but he gently raised a smile.

    In the fields near the castle, the Knights riding horses are re dividing the land with the guards of the castle. The farmers holding wheat seeds behind them are also smiling in the cold wind.

    Sir Aaron''s work was far more efficient than he thought. He had measured the fields near the castle in only one day, and shenlinbao also provided a small amount of wheat seeds to the farmers who had just obtained their own land.

    In the coming spring, they will be able to plant wheat, barley and potatoes in their fields. They will no longer have to work for the Lord for a year for free. Finally, they will only barely enough food for the family.

    Perhaps in a week, perhaps in a few days, the news of these farmers getting the land will spread all over the count, and then all the tenants who have been robbed of the land will flock to ask Reuven Friede to guarantee their land.

    As long as they can live, they can bear the torture of poverty and humiliation; But just give them a little hope, a seemingly reliable life-saving straw.

    They will do whatever it takes, even if they have to fight for it.

    This is Loren''s plan - it is too difficult and expensive for ruwen Fred, who is alone in shenlinbao, to win the loyalty and support of the aristocrats. So it''s better to change your mind and get the loyalty of the vast majority of ordinary people in a more rough and direct way.

    Of course, the rule without the support of the nobility is bound to be unstable. After establishing his prestige, the count still needs a group of nobles loyal to him.

    But first of all, we must completely suppress the Sena family and their cronies. Then they supported the little nobles who had been excluded to the edge and united closely with the count of shenlinbao.

    These are the means to suppress the old nobility and promote the new nobility. It''s only a matter of time before the Seine family is cut.

    Loren''s mouth gave a pleasant radian - of course, no one could see him at the top of this empty tower.

    "How do you feel?" a "not human" teenager appeared on his side, sat on the wall pier and shook his slender legs, but couldn''t hear any emotion with a smile: "the taste of rule must be enjoyed?"

    "You seem to remember wrong." Loren glanced at him reluctantly: "the count of shenlinbao is Reuven Fred. I''m just a little wizard consultant, not even a noble."

    "Oh, really?" Asriel''s voice was full of curiosity, soft as if it could hook away the soul: "but why do I think you are ruling Shenlin castle?"

    "Get rid of the former military chief, mediate the contradictions between Butch and Rand family, and reform the territory... All of them are written by you. Lord Reuven Fred, what does he have? It''s just a title that sounds good. Isn''t it all obedient to your orders?"

    "That''s just a suggestion. He can listen to it or not." Lauren retorted, "if I stand up and say I want to be the count of shenlinbao, what do you think is my best end?"

    "Jump off the tower?" Asriel joked, but his tone didn''t seem to be joking.

    Lauren rolled his eyes and didn''t bother to talk to him.

    "My dear Loren, just admit it." the young man''s tone was full of temptation: "you are not the kind of person who is willing to bend your knees to others. You also desire power, a hundred responses and follow by all."

    "Relying on this man named Lu Wen can really bring you a stable life? You won''t be naive enough. He can give you back naturally. You''re just a dispensable wizard consultant around him. When you''re useless, he''ll throw you away like a rotten orange!"

    "If you are a man who accepts your destiny, when the robber persecutes you, you will not resist, nor will you choose to become a wizard, nor will you stand here - Dear Loren Turin, you actually know what you look like."

    Loren remained silent and continued to look at the distant fields, but his eyebrows had wrinkled.

    "In that case, why resist so much? Or... Just don''t want to be led by my nose?"

    Asriel smiled, and his bloody pupils glowed strangely. Ice cools the soft sound, like a poisonous snake swimming in my heart.

    "... if you think two words can deceive me, you''ll look down on me." looking back slowly, Loren looked at the slender boy: "change a new routine next time."

    Then he turned and tried to leave. The boy who sighed gently had no expression of regret on his face. He tilted his legs and leaned his head on his shoulder. His eyes never left the figure of the black haired wizard.

    "If you jump from this tower, even vampires must be broken to pieces?"

    The voice behind him made Loren turn around. I don''t know when Asriel had stood on the edge of the wall stack and looked down curiously, as if he really had the impulse to jump down.

    "If you have faith, you won''t." shrugging his shoulders, Loren left the tower - anyway, even if he really jumped down, this guy can''t be killed. He doesn''t have to worry about it himself.

    "Who were you talking to?"

    Just down the stairs, sir Aaron, who had been waiting for him for a long time, glanced at him with a little confusion. It seemed that he had been standing here for some time.

    "Nothing, just talking to himself." with a smile, Loren quickly jumped over the topic: "Why are you here, Lord count?"

    "It''s still inside." Sir Aaron, who looked serious, didn''t want to ask any more. He pointed to the closed door opposite: "discuss with the nobles to see if we can solve the problem of land."

    Although he said so, his expression was not relaxed at all. It was obvious that he had no confidence in the nobles at all.

    Lauren agrees. If these people could hand over their land obediently, they would not persist until now.

    "The count told me that this reform is your attention." Sir Aaron turned his eyes to Lauren: "although I can guess that this almost reckless idea can never come out of his mind."

    "But I have to admit that your method has really deterred these nobles - otherwise they would not be afraid of this now, nor would they choose to negotiate with the count."

    "You really flatter me."

    "I''m not praising you." his voice was very heavy: "have you considered how dangerous it is to do so - what if these nobles choose to fight the count? They were originally vassals of the Seine family. Once a rebellion is launched, the count can only have the guards and guard Knights of this castle!"

    Looking at each other''s nervous look, Loren can only nod: "you''re right. This method is indeed very risky, and it will really make the count stand against the nobles of Shenlin castle."

    "But you can seem to forget that from the beginning, these nobles of Shenlin castle could not really be loyal to the count. Now any act of kindness will be regarded by them as a sign of the count''s weakness, not kindness."

    "So why don''t we just point out everything, let those who are willing to serve the count kneel down, and then destroy those die hards?"

    Looking at the still closed door, sir Aaron, who wanted to speak several times, finally remained silent.

    To be fair, what Lauren said is not unreasonable, and it can establish authority as soon as possible, eliminate those families who sincerely resist, and make the count''s rule more stable.

    He just had a faint hunch in his heart that Lord ruven Fred seemed to be increasingly dependent on this "Wizard consultant".