>>5703909You are a very pious man, you should have been made a bishop. We will visit the new church while doing our duties I think.
>>5703942>>5703980>>5704004>>5704172Wise words, very wise words, private wars are the best wars. We could see the decline of our right and proper feudal society when landowners of noble blood were forbidden from waging wars to defend their honor.
>>5704195You had lordly duties to attend to, first of all. You were a serious lord and decided to focus on governance before taking a good time. What would your poor peasants do without your justice and your guidance ? Probably nothing great. So you decided to make this your priority. You had learned yesterday evening that there was no immediate menace on your lands, good.
You decided to begin by visiting your lands tommorow, or, at least your projects, you wanted to see the orchard and the irrigation system that had to be finished and then to see the riverboat that your men were building. For now you had to rest.
After all of his you will have enough time to hunt and plot your revenge against your enemies as you wish. Duty first after all.
Your dreams that night were about the strange magical stones, you remembered how you turned those that you touched to mud, how it glowed brightly in the hand of the Guelph's merchant's daughter, glowed faintly, well, not even faintly but was simply translucent when Oldfossil or another man took it while it was dark and looked like a rock when the soulless lady kept it in her hand. Strange treasures were in these lands, but then you heard somewhere that India was known for it's precious stones.
The next morning you ordered to saddle the horses after breaking your fast and you began to ride towards the south. The day was abnormally sunny and Oldfossil came with you. First you stopped at the village of Local where your good people saluted you and glorified your name. You waved to them, it was an honour for them to see their lord. You decided to come to the warehouse of the carpenter who built your riverboat.
You knew that since your workers were not experts in the construction of boats they needed the guidance of the sailor, Popeye, who had recently came in your lands to find shelter from debt collectors and who accepted to be one of your serfs with his family. Riding with your knights and councillors you demanded to see him.
He was at the warehouse where some carpenters were at work, a short blond beardless man and a taller one with a mustache were cutting planks and unfortunately you could see that the boat was not even half finished.
-Why is that ?
You asked with your stern voice while the shorter carpenter explained.
-I... My lord, we lacked the men, all of them are working in the canal, we are beyond schedule, yes, but even if we finished in time, we would have finished in winter and the river would be frozen.
