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Chapter 21 Departure (Part 1)

The azure sky stretched as far as the eye could see, while the dark, silent mines lay shrouded in darkness.

The mine supervisors gathered at the foot of the mine, surrounded by miners.

Some shocking remains were still laid out on the open ground in front of the mine.

The events of last night have already spread. The town is small, and the slightest disturbance can spread throughout the entire town. Many residents know that there are monsters in the mine and that many people have died, causing panic in the town. Some people with some savings are preparing to flee to the next town or a city a little further away.

Those without money naturally couldn't escape either. After all, moving isn't just a simple matter; there's also the cost of a new place to live, buying furniture, finding a new job, and even hiring a carriage for the relocation – all of which are substantial expenses. Rather than living a life worse than death without money, it's better to eke out a living here, especially since the Baron's family still lives in town.

A carriage slowly approached. The carriage was quite exquisite, with bronze rose ornaments on the railings along its sides.

Upon seeing the familiar carriage, the overseer recognized it as the carriage belonging to Baron Flo in town.

The foreman, his face grave, stopped and quickly walked away.

"Sir," the overseer stopped and said respectfully.

This iron mine belongs to the property of Baron Flo, and these overseers are all servants of the baron, having paid a price for their positions.

The blue curtain in front of the carriage was lifted, and a man with a white beard, dressed in a suit and impeccably groomed, stepped down from the carriage.

"Butler Doentt." The overseer stopped by the carriage, his back slightly bent.

Butler Dorington was an old member of the Baron's family, having served two Barons, and held a high position within the family.

"Yes, the Baron already knows about what happened here. He's not feeling well today, so he asked me to handle things here," Dornet said.

"The iron mine is the town's economic backbone, and it must resume operation as soon as possible," Dornet said. "This is the Baron's intention."

"Steward, there's panic everywhere in the town right now. The miners don't want to go down into the mines to work. They all say there are monsters in the mines and they're too scared to go down," the foreman said with a wry smile.

"Yes, the Baron has taken that into consideration and has already gone to the nearest city, Munster, to invite a priest and a witcher to drive away the monsters in the mine," said Butler Dornet.

"But don't stop work for the next few days. The iron ore that Earl Hobbs in the north bought from the Baron must be delivered by the end of the month. Their convoy will arrive before the end of the month. No matter what method you use, the required iron ore production must be achieved."

"Yes."

"Some people want to leave the town, which displeases the Baron. You should keep an eye on things and make sure no miners leave secretly. This town is the Baron's territory, and everyone in the town is his subject. No one can leave the town without the Baron's permission," Butler Dorington said slowly and deliberately.

"Understood." The foreman nodded.

On the other side of the town, beside the main road leading south.

There were five or six sheriffs present.

A wooden stake blocked the way in the middle of the road, and a sheriff with a sword at his waist and a flintlock pistol in his hand was checking passersby.

"Isn't this old Yorick from the tailor's family in town? Where are you going with all this stuff?"

The sheriff stopped the old man, then used his longsword, which was sheathed, to nudge the carriage behind old Yorick.

The carriage behind old Jorik contained some luggage.

"I'm going to town to buy some cloth," said old Yorick.

"No, the Baron has spoken today, and no one is allowed to leave the town."

"That's what the sheriff said in a cold voice."

Old Yorick was stunned. He rubbed his hands together. "Sir Sheriff, I really just went to town to get some cloth. My tailor shop is almost out of cloth."

"That won't do, go back!"

The pedestrians ahead were being checked. These sheriffs were very thorough in their checks, even leaving a tuft of hair on the passing dogs.

Even merchants who wanted to travel south would be questioned repeatedly.

In the distance, a horse-drawn carriage slowly approached.

Old Kim, who was driving the carriage, couldn't help but feel worried when she saw the security gate blocking her way.

He was all too familiar with this scene.

These local nobles were local tyrants. Although the kingdom had enacted the Citizens' Decree decades ago, which stipulated that citizens with legal jobs and who paid taxes to the kingdom should enjoy normal treatment and be protected by law, they were still protected.

This decree expanded the scope of citizens and earned the then-king a lot of support from the citizens.

Before this, the concept of citizen was limited to a small group of people. Apart from the nobles, only a small group of people with power and influence were considered "citizens".

However, although these laws were promulgated, they only slightly improved the status of commoners in the kingdom.

In reality, in some remote areas, or in territories ruled by powerful nobles for many years, this law was practically worthless.

Some stubborn and old-fashioned nobles still arrogantly believe that the people in their territory are their private property.

The town's residents are basically all acquainted with these sheriffs.

The town is so small, you know almost everyone you can get along with.

Even strangers, passersby and caravans, had to pay the sheriff a sum of money to get through safely.

"Stop." The sheriff looked old Kim up and down.

They looked unfamiliar and didn't seem to be from the town.

The nobleman's orders were not to allow anyone in the town to leave, but since this incident had occurred, he naturally wanted to take this opportunity to extort money from the others.

In this dangerous situation, it's hard to guarantee that someone won't take advantage of the chaos.

"Take a look at the people inside too," the sheriff said coldly.

"Sir, these are all my guests inside," old Kim said.

"I'll see if he's your guest first," the sheriff said impatiently.

Standing next to him was a slightly overweight man with a ruddy complexion and short, bushy eyebrows. He raised his flintlock pistol and aimed it at old Kim's head. He said viciously, "You reckless old man, do what our captain tells you to do. One more word and you'll be eating bullets."

Inside the carriage, Lynn, who was sitting by the window flipping through her notes, closed them.

Lynn glanced at the teacher beside him. Anglie had his eyes closed; he was clearly too lazy to deal with such a trivial matter.

Lynn knew she had to handle these things herself; otherwise, if these people offended the teacher, she would also be scolded.

"Alright, Sheriff, we are travelers from the north to the south, not from your town." The carriage curtain was lifted, and Lynn poked his head out of the carriage.

Looking at the handsome Lynn, the sheriff speculated with ill intent that he might be a rich man's child prostitute.

"Lift the curtain," the sheriff ordered.

"My teacher is inside. He's quite old and not in good health," Lynn said, handing over a few silver coins.

The sheriff took the silver coins, glanced at them, and weighed them in his hand. Based on his feel and experience, he estimated there were at least seven or eight coins, indicating that the officer was a fat sheep.

If they were truly nobles, they wouldn't consist of only this many people. He naturally couldn't afford to offend nobles, but everyone else was easy to deal with.

"I feel like you look a bit like someone from the town. Let me think," the sheriff said, extending his hand and opening his palm.

Her face perfectly captured Lynn's unbridled arrogance.

They're like stray dogs on the street; the tougher you are, the more afraid they become; the weaker you are, the more they think you're easy to bully.

Lynn's lips curled up slightly, a gentle smile appearing on her face. "Okay, just a moment."

Seeing the boy's fear, the sheriff sneered inwardly. No matter who you are, as long as you're not a nobleman, you'll have to obey me.

Back in the carriage, Lynn took out his staff and held it up through the gap in the curtains.

His gaze fell on the sheriff outside the carriage.

Silently recite "mental impact" in your heart.

The light at the tip of the staff grew even stronger.

The uniformed sheriff outside the carriage sneezed, rubbed his nose, and looked around.

(End of this chapter)