I led the Goblin Culture to victory.

Chapter 251 Gathering and Advancing

"Assemble as the lord commands!"

"quick!"

"Huh?"

Walter didn't see anyone.

But he recognized the soldier's and Zwan's voices.

He looked down at the sheepdog peeking westward at his feet, and casually shooed it back into the yard.

"Kahn. Watch the house, I need to speak with you."

"Waaah~"

The sheepdog lay down somewhat dejectedly, looking up at him.

"Be good, I'll be back soon."

Walter closed the courtyard gate, gave a casual instruction, and headed west.

The people quickly gathered at the crossroads on the west side of the manor.

"Is this another tax coming?"

"who's that person?"

"That's Ziwang!"

"The day for begging for mercy hasn't arrived yet..."

"How did he become like this?"

"What happened?"

The people gathered along the way, chattering excitedly.

They were more curious about Zwan's situation than about the lord's orders.

Given how things have already come to this, no matter how much the lord orders them, he can't just kill them directly.

But neither the original inhabitants of the East River Estate nor the slaves who were later relocated could forget Ziwan, who oversaw their relocation and was responsible for allocating houses and land.

Although Ziwang returned yesterday morning, he hasn't seen most of the people yet.

Because he is injured now.

With other people present, Ziwang didn't even have time to show himself before calling the soldiers away.

In the memories of the people, Ziwan should be a respectable and neat young man.

But now he looks disheveled, unkempt, and smelly.

Even if it's slightly better than being a slave, it's still not much better.

How did he become like this?

"Quiet!"

"Shut up!"

The four soldiers and Zwan took advantage of the time while the people were gathering to catch their breath.

Seeing that the people had almost all gathered, several soldiers took the initiative to maintain order.

Although the new lord did not harm them, it was not good to keep the lord waiting for too long.

We need to hurry these people up.

Upon hearing the order, the people instinctively fell silent, and those who were on the road quickly joined the procession.

The soldiers glanced around and figured everyone was there.

Ziwan naturally understood the situation clearly as well.

He had selectively explained the situation on his way here.

The soldiers still didn't know exactly what had happened.

But they knew they wouldn't be punished.

That's enough to put people at ease.

Seeing that everyone had quieted down, Ziwang shouted loudly.

"By order of the lord, all citizens of the manor must proceed to Taris Town! You all follow me! Let's assemble in Taris Town!"

Go to Talis Town?

All the people?

Not just their manor?

Upon hearing the order, the people were filled with doubt and instinctively gave their answers.

"Yes."

"OK."

Walter looked up at the sky.

Should we gather at this time? Or should everyone gather?

What on earth happened?

He didn't understand.

He only knew that if he set off now, it would be noon by the time he reached the town.

You'll see the sunset when you come back.

Even if it doesn't take up the whole day, there's not much you can do with the little time left.

This meant that he and the pig farmers couldn't fatten their livestock, and the villagers couldn't repair their houses, gather food, or collect firewood...

The less preparation you do, the greater the chance of not surviving the winter.

There is never a "refuse" option among the available people.

"Talis, you're as stupid as a donkey."

Walter was dissatisfied, but he had no choice but to obey.

Zivan turned and led them westward, with his soldiers spreading out around the people.

Several craftsmen couldn't help but ask.

"Did the Baron tell us what he wanted us to do?"

"Has something happened in town?"

"How is the Baron's mood?"

They asked the soldiers questions from different angles, trying to find the answers according to their own understanding so they could prepare in advance.

The soldiers, in the lord's name, ordered everyone to assemble in town!

This is the first time!

In the past, whatever we did, we tried our best to let the people finish it within the manor.

No one was allowed to leave the manor at will, and Baron Taliss had never asked everyone to gather in town.

Normally, only craftsmen can go to town to worship.

As for the other residents, they can simply interact with the neighboring manor in the woodlands and wastelands.

Thinking about going out is just a pipe dream.

Only on the Day of Prayer for Grace will the church send monks to gather all the people to the church to receive blessings to help them get through the winter.

Now, let alone the day of prayer, we haven't even had the first snowfall before it gets cold.

But when these questions were raised, all that was met with an unanimous silence from the soldiers.

Once they realized what was happening, they distanced themselves from the people.

"Stop asking, stop asking..."

"Don't ask me..."

"Anyway, it doesn't really concern us..."

The soldier didn't know how to answer!

This wasn't Baron Talis's order...

The only thing they were sure of was that they wouldn't be punished; they knew nothing else.

Zwan clearly knew something, but he was only thinking about getting his people to gather in Taris Town as soon as possible, and had no time to explain to anyone.

Seeing this, the craftsmen asked no further questions.

After all, the soldiers who originally belonged to Donghe Manor had already died in the beast tide, and these soldiers were transferred from somewhere else.

We interact quite often on a regular basis.

We interact quite often on a regular basis.

However, compared to the soldiers who originally came from the manor, they weren't that familiar with each other.

The group quickly entered the woodland.

The originally organized procession of leaders was squeezed into a long strip on the narrow road.

Like most of his people, Walter moved forward in silence.

He was still thinking about what the soldiers had just said.

If this matter has nothing to do with the people and soldiers, then why summon them?

It's not just their manor, it's all the owners of all the manors.

Snapped.

"Walter, what are you thinking about?"

Walter felt a hand on his shoulder.

He turned his head to look.

A thin young man with dry brown hair and eyes walked up to his right at some point and was now putting his left hand on his shoulder.

The gaunt young man wore a smelly, stiff woolen garment, making him no different from the other slaves.

He was indeed a slave.

However, the two remain friends.

"Bank".

Walter grabbed his hand that was on his right shoulder and threw it off.

"I couldn't figure it out."

After that beast tide, he had very few friends left in the manor.

Bank was a slave transferred from elsewhere to work as his assistant during the off-season.

The two became friends.

According to Bank, his mother was originally the third child of a shepherd family in the westernmost part of Baron Taliss’s estate, Westhill Manor, but they went bankrupt recently.

He was thus enslaved.

Fortunately, he had worked for shepherds during the off-season and his mother had taught him some skills, so he got the opportunity to become a shepherd's assistant.

Families like his, who went bankrupt and became slaves, were common in the Baron Tarris domain.

Even today, in the Baron Talis, the vast majority of families are related to artisans...

Those who were not related to the emperor were basically enslaved and taken away because of the high taxes.

I don't know where they went.

Walter felt a surge of curiosity, but quickly suppressed it.

If he doesn't find a way to restore the sheep population, he'll probably become a slave next year too.

He had no interest in knowing where the slaves had gone.

"Relax."

Bank opened his mouth with a smirk.

"The Baron is still counting on us to farm for him, so nothing bad will happen for the time being."

He's already in this state, how much worse can it get?

Walter could no longer contain his curiosity.