"Yes! Yes! You can do it, Thomas!" Nalant heard this and had no objection. There are indeed fewer servants in the castle now. They not only have to take care of the castle to serve themselves, but also help deliver food to the guards. Three or four people must be dizzy with their work.
Of course, Thomas's caring servants and not allowing them to dress and wash up were entirely the result of Thomas's butler's imagination.
The real reason is that Narant is not used to this kind of atmosphere, especially when a grown man washes his face, brushes his teeth and puts on clothes. What does that mean?
If it is a delicate little maid, do you think Nalant will still refuse?
"By the way Thomas, by the way, notify the people of the territory that they need to recruit five more guards! After the notification, set a time for selection, and you will ask Quick to go with him!"
"Yes, sir!"
these days. Nalant seemed not to care about the second invasion of dark creatures, but he just kept his anxiety in his heart.
More than thirty dark creatures can break through his ruined castle, and one hundred and seventy dark creatures can probably cleanse his castle twice.
It's a pity that there is only one Vivian at present, and there are only ten guards she can lead. Otherwise, Nalant will definitely recruit a large number of temporary guards regardless of the situation, and make everyone a soldier.
Unfortunately, without the magical blessing of the Lady of Luck, recruiting available soldiers can only be done honestly.
Moreover, when he wanted to expand the army and recruit soldiers, he also encountered a problem, that is, there were not enough young soldiers of suitable age.
There are only a thousand people in the Storm Territory, and the Doom Village is originally dominated by girls, so it is very difficult to find suitable strong young people to serve as guards.
Nalant didn't want to make up for it, so he continued to recruit five guards. This was already the limit of the territory's population ratio.
If you want to continue to recruit excess guards, you can only think of another way.
"The territory is large, but the small population is also a problem. I hope that the reputation of the Storm Territory will spread in the future, and some desperate civilians will come to seek refuge."
After thinking for a moment, Narante stopped being bothered after breakfast.
There is actually a way to solve these problems, and that is money.
With money, population is not a problem, money can buy it.
With money, dark creatures are not a problem. You can build elite soldiers. Even if you really can't stand it, you can still spend money to find foreign aid.
After breakfast, Nalant came to the vestibule, where Vivian was already waiting with a team of archers.
"Set off!"
I got two elves last night, so I naturally had to put them to use immediately.
First up is the green elf.
Although this green elf can only increase the yield of crops, and its function is slightly lower-end than the elf of other colors, it has the advantage that it does not need to be random.
Narant can choose where he wants to place it and what crops he wants to cultivate.
So Narant placed this green elf directly on the wasteland less than 500 meters away from the castle.
These wastelands outside the castle used to be the most fertile land in the territory, and they were cultivated land specially provided for the castle with various fruits and vegetables.
These farmland nobles would usually leave it to the families of guards or castle servants for farming, because in addition to providing a certain amount of output for the castle, the farmland did not need to pay heavy taxes.
This is also a means for noble men to win over their subordinates and ensure their loyalty.
"Little guy, go ahead! Work hard. If you can transform into an elf one day, I will give you a nice name!" Nalant took the green elf out of his arms and placed it on the ground. .
"Migu! Migu!" I don't know if the little guy understood the words "name", and immediately circled around Nalant happily twice.
The elves in this world can naturally be given names, but most nobles prefer to name them after they transform.
Because the nobles feel that only in this way, the little guys will work hard to find ways to transform.
Nalant originally had a big question in mind: There is something wrong. Is the transformation of the elf so cheap? Working so hard just for a name?
But after thinking about it, I realized that this is the so-called class treatment everywhere. The nobles are used to classifying everything, so the treatment of elves is no exception.
As for him, naming has always been his weakness, so he just does as the Romans do.
After the green elf took over an acre of the surrounding field, a little green light spot that was visible to the naked eye like a mist appeared on the land.
These light spots are the reason why crops are not afraid of pests, heat and cold, and can increase yields.
After confirming that the green elf had no other problems, Nalant led the team and moved on.
Next, we passed through Maiye Village and walked on the dirt road for more than an hour. We saw the Doom Village in front of us, but the second blue elf in our arms still didn't respond.
"Little guy, don't imitate your big brother and run into the sea! Although your big brother in the sea has brought me unexpected goods, I'm afraid that if there are a few more ups and downs like this, my heart will suffer. No!" Nalant muttered to the little guy in his arms while riding on horseback.
He was really afraid of these little guys. If the sperm whale hadn't appeared last time, the elf worth hundreds of gold coins would have been wasted.
Next, Nalant could only continue to move forward with the blue elf. In the end, the little guy actually had a reaction more than a mile past the Doom Village.
"Isn't this near the place where I picked it up last night?" Nalant didn't expect that he would come back here again after going around.
The roar of the monster last night was still fresh in his memory.
However, since it was the place chosen by the little guy, Narant could not change it.
"Go, little guy!" After the blue elf was placed on the ground, he continued to move forward for several hundred meters, and finally stopped at the edge of a large lake.
"Fortunately, although it is a bit remote, as long as the woods not far away are cut down in a few days, we won't have to worry about ferocious monsters!"
While Nalant was sighing, circles of blue light were already rippling out of the blue elf, and then the large grassy vegetation nearby became visibly greener to the naked eye.
Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!
The next moment when the vegetation was transformed by the blue elves, cries suddenly came from the sky.
"Three-color chicken! Sir, this is a three-color chicken!" The guards and Vivian were dumbfounded as they watched the elf immediately take effect and attract a group of birds from the blazing forest.
When they got closer, everyone immediately recognized the bird. Its appearance was really easy to identify.
Sancai chicken, as its name suggests, is a wild bird with three colors of spotted feathers.
The chickens or eggs usually eaten by nobles are ordinary poultry raised in captivity as in previous lives, and the taste is neither good nor bad.
But this three-color chicken is different. It can be said to be the top delicacy among chickens and poultry.
Not only are the meat of Sancai chickens delicious and tender, but the eggs they lay are also very large, nutritious and delicious.
In the past, if nobles wanted to eat three-color chicken, they had to go hunting in the forest. Often, a three-color chicken could be sold for fifty silver coins.
