Wearing black silk for a foreign woman

There is no solution to the evil god's entanglement for the time being, and one can only respond passively and be prepared for the evil god's desires and temptations at any time.

With this experience, Lind was on guard. Next time the evil god came to tempt him, his resistance would be much stronger, but he still had to find a way to solve this problem completely.

Split the faith in the evil god, create a god who is the same origin as the evil god, and then let the god who is the same origin as the evil god protect yourself?

It sounds outrageous, but what if it succeeds?

The Mother Goddess of Earth finally reminded him to call her at any time if anything happened, and then she went offline. Linde turned his attention back to the construction of the camp.

After the division of labor, Linde became idle. He sat bored on the edge of the carriage, watching the busy work in the camp.

Both knights went to supervise, and everyone was assigned work, even Lady Ilufa, who went to count the supplies.

While Linde was communicating with the Mother Goddess of Earth, the first tent had already been set up. It was located in the center of the camp. This was Lady Ilufa's temporary residence and also the largest tent in the plan.

"Huh~" Ilufa walked into the tent and looked around with satisfaction. "Not bad, at least it's much more comfortable than being tied to a wooden pole."

Linde walked in together and looked at Ilufa and Alisa beside her with an uncomfortable expression.

In the last scene of the evil god's illusion, Ilfa and Elisa were wearing wedding dresses together. Mother and daughter wearing wedding dresses together, this is so exciting.

"Linde, what's wrong? Are you not satisfied with something?" Ilufa noticed the change in Linde's expression and asked with a smile.

In order to cover up his guilty conscience, Linde pretended to check the details of the tent, then frowned.

"It's not tied tightly here." Linde frowned.

The tents here are actually made of wood and canvas. The wood is basically cut on the spot, and the canvas is stored in the carriage. The work is not complicated, but it is done very shoddily.

Soon, Lind found a lot of problems: the ropes were not tied, a piece of wood was missing, the canvas was not aligned, etc. This tent was completely unqualified.

Thinking of this, Linde walked out directly to check the situation of other tents.

Other tents were also being built one after another. After observing for a while, Lind's brows furrowed more and more. All kinds of lazy behaviors were seen everywhere, with perfunctory work and cutting corners everywhere. It would be a miracle if the tents built under such working conditions could be qualified.

A surge of anger surged from Lind's heart. Don't they know that what they are building is the key to their survival?

"What's wrong with Lind?" The others followed closely, looking at Lind in confusion.

Linde didn't say anything. He turned and walked towards the largest tent and pulled out a piece of wood.

The entire tent collapsed in an instant.

"I'm very sorry! It's my fault for not supervising enough!" Ram apologized immediately upon seeing this, then drew his sword and ferociously drove back the few people who had just set up the tent.

Looking at their fearful and numb expressions under the sharp sword, Lind's anger was completely extinguished.

This is not a problem of supervision, but a problem of work enthusiasm. The same problem also appeared in the world before the crossing. If you don't pay enough, don't expect employees to work wholeheartedly, so Lin De often slacked off and typed during work.

For these prisoners, no different from serfs, no matter how much work they did, they still had to eat cold black bread. No matter how well the tents were built, they were just the property of the lord. Even if they could live in them, they would soon be driven away and repeat their previous work.

"No, this won't work." Looking at the refugees being driven by the sword, working extremely inefficiently, Lind said. "We have to change our method."

"What method?" Ilfa asked.

Lind smiled.

It's time to give this feudal world a little capitalist shock.

Chapter 57: Become a Noble from Today

Although all the people were divided into small teams according to their strengths, making the camp construction more organized, the work enthusiasm of these civilians was very low, and the built tents were completely unusable, with defective ones being the only ones to be praised.

Not only the tents, but everything else was also built in a mess. The drainage ditches were not connected, the temporary wooden fences were arranged crookedly, and at a glance, there were not even two fences of the same height.

This is absolutely not acceptable. You want to build a camp with this level of work?!

In order to solve this problem, Lind called all decision makers to discuss countermeasures.

"Mr. Ryan, I don't think the problem is that complicated." Ram put the sword back into the scabbard, looking helplessly at the people who started to slack off again as soon as he left. "They are just stupid."

"The civilians are very stupid. They have no knowledge and no skills. Apart from farming and simple logging, which have been passed down from generation to generation, they simply cannot master other complex skills. Take setting up tents, for example. For many of them, this is the first time they have touched a tent, so it is understandable that they cannot do it well."

"Although Sir Ram's words are impolite, they are indeed true." Alyssa looked at the numb civilians with sympathy. "They are stupid and ignorant, unable to master other skills, and can't even recognize words."

Others did not speak, but the expressions on their faces proved that they had similar ideas. Civilians are stupid and ignorant people who cannot master complex skills. They are lazy and have very low work enthusiasm. They need whips and swords to drive them to have some motivation to work.

Linde was furious for a moment, feeling instinctively angry at their arrogance, but soon calmed down.

The limitations of the times.

Fortunately, Linde was an illegitimate child with a special status. He was neither a noble nor a commoner. His special status allowed Linde to come into contact with many commoners and even serfs in this world and know what they were like.

I have also come into contact with many nobles and know what they are like.

Many nobles simply treated commoners as another species. Compared with those nobles, the few people in front of him were already good. At least when they spoke, their tone was not contempt, but sympathy and helplessness.

"Everyone, I want to correct you." Linde took a deep breath. "The common people are indeed ignorant, but they are not stupid."

"Is there any difference?" Elisa was stunned.

"Ignorance is the lack of education, and stupidity is an IQ problem caused by congenital or acquired reasons. These are different," Lind said seriously.

Linde had no interest or time to explain in detail how to judge IQ. What he needed to do now was to quickly mobilize the enthusiasm of these civilians to work, otherwise there would be no safe place to stay tonight. He had had enough of the days of sleeping in the open.

"Mrs. Gaines." After making up his mind, Lind looked at Ilufa seriously. "I have a few ways to mobilize their enthusiasm, but I need your consent."

"Please go ahead." Ilfa nodded.

Soon, Linde told Ilufa his plan, and the more he spoke, the tighter Ilufa's brows became.

"Nonsense! This is complete nonsense!" After Lind finished speaking, Winter, who was born in a knight family, directly objected on the spot. "They are all criminals! This is too easy for them!"

"Special measures for special times." Lind looked at Winter seriously. "You don't want your lord to live in an unsafe tent, do you?"

After listening to Linde's proposal, Ilfa frowned. To a traditional aristocrat like her, these plans were too unorthodox.

Especially the second one.

If other children said this to him, Ilfa would just smile, touch their head and tell them "you will understand when you grow up".

But this was not the case with Linde. Within a short period of knowing each other, Linde had already opened Ilufa's eyes many times. In his heart, he no longer regarded Linde as a twelve-year-old boy, but a very capable and competent official.

"Okay, I agree." After thinking for a moment, Ilfa nodded and agreed to Linde's suggestions.

"Madam!?" Winter asked in surprise.

"It doesn't matter, there are only fifty prisoners. Even if something goes wrong, we have enough power to suppress them." Ilfa signaled Winter not to say anything more.

"...your will." Since the lady has spoken, Winter has nothing to say.

"Sir Linde..."

"Sir?" Lind was stunned.

"Yes, from today on, you are my lord." Ilufa chuckled. "The conditions are limited. I will give it to you after the ceremony back to the Holy Empire. I hope you don't think the title is too small."

Linde opened his mouth but said nothing for a long time.

The nobility titles in the Holy Empire are complicated and the levels are not clear, but if you insist on dividing them, they can still be divided into eight levels, among which the lowest status is the Lord. There is no fiefdom, and it cannot be inherited. It will be automatically cancelled upon death. It is usually temporarily granted when appointing capable non-noble officials.

Now that he has suddenly been canonized as a lord, does that mean...

"Sir Linde, please go and announce your new policy." Ilfa said with a smile.

After a while, Ilufa didn't say anything. Linde knew that he was overthinking. She didn't want to give him an official position or something.

And if you calm down and think about it, this title of lord is also very watery. If you insist, Ilufa is only the countess, not the earl. Whether she can be canonized as a lord in the end depends on the earl's intention.

Shaking his head in self-mockery, Lind walked towards the large rock that served as a makeshift podium, ready to announce his new policy.

"Mom." After Linde left, Elisa asked Ilufa in confusion. "Why did you want to confer Linde the title of Lord? Isn't this a father's right?"

"What? He has gone to the Holy Empire now. As his wife, is there any problem with me exercising his power?" Ilfa narrowed her eyes, anger hidden in her gentle voice.

Alisa was frightened by her mother's anger. She took a step back timidly and said nothing.

The two knights felt that it was inappropriate for the lady to say this about the lord they were loyal to, but when they thought that this was their boss's family affair, they did not express any opinions.

And there was a reason why Ilufa was so angry when she talked about her husband.

"Hey! Aren't you going to ask for help? Do you need so many ships? " Before the fall of Dundalk, Ilfa asked her husband Gast.

"Of course we need it! What if we encounter pirates on the road!" Gast explained in a panic.

"Then why is the ship full of gold, silver and treasures!" Ilufa asked.

"This, this is the money we need in case we need to hire an army!" Gast argued.

Although he didn't point it out, Ilfa knew it very well.

This coward is trying to escape!

Chapter 58 New Act

The marriage between Ilfa and Gast was not based on love, but a political marriage. The two even met for the first time three months before the wedding.

Marriage has nothing to do with love. This is a popular saying among the human nobles in the Holy Empire and even the entire Old World. For the nobles, marriage is not the union of two people, but the political alliance of two families. Therefore, compared with the interests of the entire family, the relationship between husband and wife is the least important side issue that needs to be considered.

There were some noble marriages that were based on love, but unfortunately, Ilufa was not one of them. The reason why she married Gast was entirely arranged by her family.

In order to form an alliance with the Gaines family, one of the seven great princes of the Holy Empire, the family completely ignored Ilfa's will and even dismissed her identity as the Holy Maiden of Magic.

After getting married, Ilufa found that what was waiting for her was not a happy married life, but torment.

Every minute and every second of getting along with this strange husband is torture. The difference between their personalities is too great: bravery versus cowardice, calmness versus rage, diligence versus laziness, magnanimity versus vindictiveness, and so on. The couple's favorability toward each other has always been -100.

What's worse is that Ilfa soon discovered that Gast was a 0...

The extremely bad relationship between the couple made their interactions purely business-like, and Alisa was the only one with the child. Over the years, the couple could count the number of times they slept in the same bed on their hands, and Ilufa had completely forgotten what her husband looked like.

Although her marriage was an extremely failed one, Ilufa still abided by the code of conduct for women. She did not, like other noble ladies, randomly find lovers with the belief that "marriage is marriage, love is love" and then give birth to illegitimate children whose fathers she knew or did not know.

Also learning from the lessons of a failed marriage, Ilufa is also very worried about Alisa's future. He doesn't want her to follow the same path as himself, so he plans to find a good candidate for her in advance so that the two of them can develop feelings earlier.

As it happens, there is a suitable one here.

The fall of Dundalk also gave Ilufa an opportunity. The group landed on Ivozhen Island, far away from the Holy Empire, and the family could not control them now. She wanted to adopt Lind as her adopted son, just to make Lind and Alisa have a relationship of admirers.

At this time, Lind didn't know that someone had been targeting his ancestral DNA. After getting the consent of Mrs. Ilufa, he stood on the big rock in the center of the camp.

"Ahem!" He coughed twice to attract everyone's attention. "Everyone! Look at me! Look at me! I have something to announce!"

At Lind's call, those who were not very motivated at work stopped their work and looked at Lind.

After attracting everyone's attention, Lind loudly announced several of his new measures.

"In order to better build the camp and our new home, I announce several new bills! Your lord, the beautiful and noble Lady Illufa Gaines, has agreed to all the bills!" Lind shouted. "Article 1! From today on! All of you will be revoked of your prisoner status! Change to serfs!"

When the order was issued, the refugees did not have any special reaction. To them, there was no difference between the status of prisoners and serfs. The former had to perform labor service, while the latter worked for the lord for free.

"Second! Serfdom reform!" Lind continued to announce. "From today on! All the work you do will be recorded as points! Whether it is felling trees, setting up tents, digging drainage ditches! As long as the lord assigns you a task, you will get points! As long as the points reach a certain level! You will be free! No longer a serf but a freeman!"

This time, there was finally some reaction, but it was limited. Compared to serfs, the lives of freemen were not much better, and they could become serfs again at any time due to failure to pay taxes. The tax system of the Holy Empire was not fixed, and each vassal state had its own tax standards, but basically they collected land tax and head tax together.

Compared to the limited reaction of the farmers and herdsmen, Ilufa was very moved. In the Holy Empire, almost no nobles were willing to let their serfs become freemen, because for the nobles, turning cheap serfs into freemen would not bring any visible benefits, and would also result in the loss of cheap labor.

While announcing the new decree, Lind was also observing their reactions. He did not change these prisoners into freemen directly because he considered that they were still needed to work, and they had to take steps one by one. If they took too big a step, they would easily get into trouble.

Judging from their reactions, most people were not at all touched by this.

"Third!" Before announcing the last move, Lind's mouth curled up. "I have divided you into groups! Assigned your respective tasks! I declare! The group that finishes the work first and does it well! Can eat meat tonight!"

As soon as the words came out, the crowd exploded as if a firecracker was thrown into the water.

Being able to eat meat was more attractive to them than the first two options combined. As an illegitimate child, Lind was well aware of the needs of the common people.

Having enough food and being able to eat meat is the most simple and beautiful wish of the common people in this era.

"Excuse me, sir, what does it mean to complete a task well?" Soon, a man bravely raised his hand and asked, and there was finally some emotion other than numbness in his eyes.

"For example, when you pitch a tent, it needs to be sturdy and functional, without leaks." Lind explained. "So what are you waiting for?"

After a brief moment of daze, those who had just been transformed from prisoners into serfs, rushed to the tents they were responsible for, reinforcing those that needed to be reinforced, and rebuilding those that needed to be rebuilt.

Those in charge of putting up the fence didn't need to be told the requirements in detail. They just hammered the stakes deep into the soil and carefully watched to see if the fence was flush and aligned.