The next day, Derek began construction.

Soldiers are temporarily transferred to construction workers, but the good news is that soldiers in this world also need to do some chores, but no one objects.

Everything starts from scratch, only to find that all the preparation is not enough.

Lack of everything, nothing.

But Lloyd, with help, was barely able to hold on.

Build a few strong wooden houses, and then surround the outside with wooden stakes to ward off possible wild animals.

Lloyd even led men to set some simple traps.

And then there's the Blacksmith shop, Derek's core resource.

The river bend is large enough to level out a school yard later.

The only pity is that war horses are hard to run here.

Even with horseshoes, horses sprain their feet here.

But where there is a perfect place, let alone a panel in, how much can improve a little.

The initial foothold, followed by a steady stream of input resources.

In the Watchcity, and beyond, there are fixed rules, and ceilings are hard to break.

But here, in the wilderness, is where the rules are weakest.

There's a ceiling, but it's high enough for Derek.

When the blacksmith's stove burns, it means that his ambition is also burning.

After a farewell drink, Lloyd also took the weapons on credit from Derek and set off on a new journey.

This time of work is not for nothing, free time to accept Derek's training, temporary to join the panel of mountain thieves, professional levels have a level or two.

Not to mention Derek's expert military tactical support.

The men, the weapons, the fighting spirit, it's all there.

The next step is to expand the team, make it bigger and stronger.

...

A caravan of the Night Lords, who were not a chamber of commerce supported by the local aristocracy, walked along the mountain path, avoiding the checkpoints.

I don't pay that tax unless I can't avoid it.

In this way, the profit is still OK.

Fine armor and weapons from the middle of the kingdom, bringing back horses and leather armour, even refined iron ore.

Hundreds of people trudged through the mountains, most of them old fellas with some fighting power.

This road they have walked for many years, familiar can not be familiar again, and other thieves met, will also walk around.

At night, they set up camp.

Lloyd approached with his arms, and a well-armed bandit followed.

Even Lloyd was surprised by how quick he was.

"Those nobles still have something. It took a month of training. Everyone has improved a lot."

A month ago, how could these guys be so smart?

Lloyd therefore dare not look down on the nobles outside the mountains, the nobles who have mastered the ability to train soldiers, and how strong the cards in their hands are simply unimaginable.

So Derek had some ideas that he accepted very easily.

But today... We still have to raise the flag first.

There was a flash of fire in the distance, and that was Wood, who felt ahead, signaling that there was no secret whistle.

That's very careless.

How much do these people look down on the thieves? Not even a hint of vigilance.

Yeah, nothing's ever happened, so who cares about a bunch of bummer bandits.

"Keep your voice down, go in, kill one and leave."

Soon, the fire burst into the sky, and dozens of mountain bandits burst into the camp, slashing and killing.

By the time the caravan reacted, a load of goods had been burned, several men hacked to death, and many wounded.

After a night of terror, the thieves returned one of the caravans they had captured.

"Where did the thieves come from, they told you to carry a message?"

The caravan steward suppressed the anger. The thieves were too much.

"The other party claimed to be a mountain Wolf, and said that later from this area, he sent someone to buy a mountain Wolf flag, and the nearby mountain thieves would not attack, otherwise..."

Don't finish. That's what happened last night.

Spending money to buy peace is not a problem, anyway, not done before.

Otherwise, unless this trade route is abandoned, there is too much to lose from an attack every now and then.

The caravan steward gnawed his teeth, and if the secret way was in his own territory, he must let the mountain thieves know that it was powerful.

Too bad there's no if.

"How much is it?"

"Look at the scale, two silver coins per car."

The price is not high, at least it is much lower than the tax collected by the checkpoint.

Otherwise the caravan will turn around and walk through the checkpoint, and you won't get a penny.

The caravan steward laughed angrily, he did not know the origin of these mountain Wolf thieves, but it seemed that someone gave guidance.

"Ok, I'll take it."

There are special points selling flags back and forth, and Lloyd's not strong enough to monitor all the trails, but if you're willing to risk it, you don't have to buy one.

And he's attacking caravans, making rules.

One side of the force to gather nearby mountain bandits small gangs, establish their own rules.

If someone went to buy a flag, he would also sell some merchandise.

Do you want furs?

Weapons, horses, weapons?

It's cheap. Somebody's gonna buy it.

He was even able to replenish some of his supplies and grow.

Of course, it all takes time, a little bit of order.

And it looks mighty, but that's where the ceiling is.

What is the number of caravans?

But for Lloyd and even Derek, that's enough for now.

With supplies running out, Derek takes Simon back to the Watch City.

The forge was still making him a steady stream of profits, but there was only one blacksmith left to run it, and although the profits were lower, they were less conspicuous.

And it also refines iron ore part-time, eliminating the cost of shipping it back and forth.

After buying another batch of supplies, Derek rushed back.

Vincent just got word that Derek was gone before anyone saw him.

However, there is no more mountain goods on the market, so he has some miscalculations.

A few trips back and forth, through the caravans, some of the weapons were also sold, and it went unnoticed.

These foreign caravans have local forces to cooperate, and the shipment will not be attractive.

And it's cheaper to buy weapons on the spot than to ship them over long distances.

Of course, Derek gave away some of the profits.

That's not the most important thing to him, being able to monetize is the most important thing.

That way, we don't have enough hands.

Even if we bought a dozen captives from the bandits, they could only be used as basic labor.

Untamed slaves like this need time to prove their loyalty.

Faced with difficulties, Derek simply picked up his pen.

Don't forget, he's not without a background.

No big help, some contacts are still there.

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"Dear Uncle, my nephew has been doing well in his career recently and needs help urgently.

Hearing that Adrian's brother had completed his knight training, he hoped to invite his brother to help.

..."

Derek is very long-winded about a lot of, in short, the same meaning, more money, fast.

Moreover, the knight training that Adrian completed was only organized by the Ferreira family itself, and the gold content was insufficient, and the quality was relatively poor.

Within the family, he was not the first choice of baron.

It's better to go out with yourself than to stay in the family with no prospects.

Throughout, Derek didn't say a word.

But Uncle Andrew was a clever man, and he would have seen the meaning behind the paper.

Important person!

Derek sent his knight's squire Simon back with a few soldiers, and not empty-handed.

A soldier's salary, a gift for uncle Andrew, and a home allowance.

What's the use of the settler money?

For hiring, of course.

As the actual manager of Wheatpile village, Andrew made a small move in private, which is no one can stop.

He must be willing to take some risks for the sake of his son's future.

Even if he was found out by his big brother, at most two words.

His own brother to help his own son secretly dig their own walls, can really ruthless heart to punish?

The way the world works. Derek's got it figured out.

...

Simon was so excited that he followed Lord Derek and changed his fate completely.

In almost a year, he had made the peasant boy into a strong knight's squire.

And what he saw and heard, he also made a great change in his vision.

And, of course, Lord Derek. It's amazing.

He had met members of the Ferreira family, too, but none like the grown-ups.

In his opinion, Baron Ferreira was right to pass the title on to his lordship.

With a few soldiers, Simon returned to Wheatpile Village.

He first sent back the letters and salaries of the soldiers, which was enough for the family to live a comfortable life, and even to add one or two people.

Going out as a soldier saves a ration and has an income, which is of great significance to peasant families.

In fact, a large number of babies are abandoned and drowned every year, which also affects the population growth.

Andrew was naturally alarmed by Simon's arrival.

As sheriff, all outsiders are subject to his questioning, let alone a few armed soldiers.

But when he arrived, he found that everything was a misunderstanding.

"Simon? Are you the boy who went with my nephew?"

Andrew had a good memory, and Wheatpile was a small village, so he recognized Simon at once.

But then I saw Simon, inlaid with a lot of iron leather armor, a long black sword hanging from his waist, a big body, and the fierce breath that came from his face.

If he didn't know him, he'd think he was a wandering knight from somewhere.

And there was a very strong war horse beside it, a real war horse, not one of those who make up the numbers.

He remembered that his nephew had left on a common draft horse.

This outfit, why also want ten or twenty gold coins, your nephew really mixed up?

That's pretty fast.

Andrew couldn't believe it, but Simon was no longer the farm boy he could drink and scold at will.

Fortunately, Simon knew that Andrew had a very good relationship with his knight Lord, and when he saw Andrew, he took the initiative to come over and salute.

"Sheriff Andrew, I have here a letter from your Lordship home for you, a letter for Baron Ferreira and others, and some presents."

Not only did Derek write to Andrew, but he certainly couldn't forget to enlist the others.

But it's just polite greetings and a few small gifts.

It was then that Andrew believed his nephew had really come out on top.

For an aristocratic second son, it is really not easy to have a way out, just like myself.

He saw many people around him, so he pulled Simon back to his house.

Asked about what Derek was doing, and Simon was vague about doing some business, but not specific.

But not everyone can do business these days, at least on a small scale.

"Is it the support of important people from Count Perez?"

Andrew wondered if, thinking of his nephew's excellent achievements and leaving the order for no reason, he had made some great man's white gloves.

Back home, there are fewer inhibitions.

Andrew opened the letter straight away, and being a human being, he could read Derek's words at a glance.

So... Shall I accept this invitation from my nephew?

Of course.

Andrew made his decision quickly.

Adrian's in the Ferreira family, mixed up as a flag captain at best, and he probably won't.

The eldest brother's son, the heir of other brothers, is very competitive.

The next generation, they might end up farming.

Without nobility and fiefdoms, it is impossible to maintain the honor of the family.

And that glory is not something that can be enjoyed for long.

Better go out there with Derek than a generation down the road.

Simon duly delivered the gift.

A standard wooden box with a long sword inside.

Ten long swords, almost as valuable as the iron sword he had given away.

Derek was very generous, if you take out the labor, the cost of his own production is only one gold coin.

These gifts, whether Andrew used them for himself or sold them for money, were very easy to sell.

These, more let Andrew firmly in the mind of the idea.

"Simon, you will come with me now to Ferrera Castle and deliver the gifts and letters to the Baron."

The two men gallop along, and Simon is summoned by Baron Ferreira.

However, he was very tight-lipped and gave no further information.

Baron Ferreira did not press, around his son, can toss a little career, is a good thing.

At the same time he was aware of Andrew's little mind, but... Never mind.

This whole Ferreira business, he's supposed to maintain a certain level of fairness.

But secretly, it's normal to be biased.

Derek is, after all, the best son ever, and he's inevitably more popular.

Only he didn't realize that Andrew's hoe was swinging harder than he thought.

Adrian is now only a member of the Ferreira family cavalry, without an official position or title.

The so-called knight training is just some basic education.

Andrew, with the consent of Baron Ferreira, took him directly.

Adrian is actually a little unhappy, after all, the family's equipment, horses and weapons are left behind, although they can go out, but always difficult to accept for a time.

Andrew cursed him out for it, and brought reality home to him.

"Go to your cousin; can he mistreat you?

Serve him as well as I serve my brother, and Derek will be your king.

Don't be driven back, I will give your brother the inheritance of the family, you come back to work the land honestly."

Andrew, on the other hand, is tough enough, or he's been holding his breath all his life.

Now I can't spell it, but my son still has a chance.

As he plotted to recruit men for his nephew, he taught Adrian some lessons in dealing with things.

Then, before Baron Ferreira could react, he urged Simon to take the men and run.

Fifty strong boys, and Wheatpile village was almost emptied.

Even next year's farming would be slightly affected, but Andrew fought it out.