I led the Goblin Culture to victory.

Chapter 232 The House is Empty

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Baron Talis recognized the man before him by the voice; he was Zwan, a man even more unkempt than a slave.

This was indeed unexpected for him.

The Tufate Knights are all dead, and the larger force has been wiped out. He never thought Zwan could come back!

Logically speaking, Zwan, the first soldier to disappear, should be completely dead!

He asked the question instinctively.

"Ziwang? Why have you become like this?"

Zivan held up his breastplate and spoke.

"My lord, please allow me to take up some of your time regarding this matter..."

He pretended to recall something and slowly recounted the story he had told Li Mosi and the others.

Baron Talis listened expressionlessly, nodding occasionally.

Gaymur frowned as he listened.

What do you mean he broke through the goblin horde to the north?

What do you mean he encountered a troll?

What do you mean he killed the troll?

And they even encountered a goblin squad that was trying to defile the Baron's armor?

Damn Zwan.

Why am I so lucky!

"My lord, when I saw the crossbow bolts on the troll, I knew it was your glory. So I hurried back with the troll's head and your armor."

"You did a great job."

Baron Talis acknowledged Zwan's contribution and then turned to look at Gaimour.

"Bring the things over here."

Gaimour nodded quickly.

"Yes, sir."

He got up and walked to the study door, where he saw Ziwang's disheveled appearance.

Despite being reduced to this state, he still managed to come back.

Why is this kid always so lucky?!

hateful.

He started to feel envious again.

Why would he still feel envious even though Zwan has ended up in this situation?

Gaimur's face was tense, while Zwan did not look up.

He took the armor and leather bag from Zwan and placed them on Baron Talis's desk.

Baron Talis first scanned the armor with his eyes.

There was some dust on it, but no further signs of dirt.

He then looked at the leather bag and gestured to Gaimour with his chin.

Gaimur untied the leather rope binding the bag, revealing the troll's head.

It was a head that was almost completely dried out.

Although it had decomposed to some extent, and the surface was somewhat distorted and discolored, the head, which was several times the size of an ordinary person, could not be faked.

This is the troll's head!

"You did a very good job, Zwan."

Baron Taliss took out an old roll of parchment from the drawer, wrote some words on it with ink, then took out sealing wax from under the table, heated it over an oil lamp and poured it under the parchment, and finally took out a seal to stamp it.

He casually tossed the parchment in front of Gaimour and looked at Zwan.

"Zwan, do you still remember that manor that was hit by the beast tide?"

Zivan immediately thought of the manor located on the western edge of Talis town.

"I remember, my lord."

How could he not remember?

The number of people in that manor suddenly decreased by more than half, and the remaining people simply couldn't cultivate that much land.

He was the one who selected slaves to replenish the population.

"You have done a great job this time. I hereby appoint you as the head of that manor, and you will manage it for me from now on. Furthermore, your family will no longer be required to pay me any taxes."

Upon hearing Baron Talis's words, Gaimour stared blankly at the parchment in his hand.

He was born a slave and was illiterate.

Only now did he realize what this piece of paper meant.

We don't have to pay taxes anymore!

This guy is having so much fun!

Why is good luck always so strong?!

With a cold expression, Gaimur carefully picked up the parchment, turned around, walked to Zwan, and handed it to him.

Ziwan kept his head down and accepted the gift with both hands.

"Thank you, Lord Talis!"

What does it mean for a manor chief to not have to pay taxes?

This means that his family will be the best off in the entire Baron Talis, except for the Talis family!

Even tax collectors and clerks don't get this treatment!

Although pastors can collect tithes, their expenses are also considerable.

However, the head of the manor is not responsible for these expenses.

"Go and see the estate you'll be managing next."

Without any ceremony, Baron Talis handed over the documents and then let Zwan leave.

"Yes, my lord! I will certainly protect the manor as a soldier!"

Zivan carefully stood up and met Gaimur's gaze.

He saw a complex emotion in Gaimour's eyes.

Of these, he was most familiar with envy.

But why does this guy seem to be looking forward to it?

Ziwang didn't understand.

However, the two are unlikely to have much interaction in the future.

He turned and left.

Talis looked at Gaimour.

"Are you envious?"

Gaimur's body trembled, and he turned and knelt down.

"I dare not deceive my lord, I did indeed envy Zwan."

He quickly organized his thoughts.

"I envy Zwan being born into a family of artisans, while I am just a slave. I also envy that he is more favored by Miss Kora."

"But now that he has left the town, I no longer need to envy him."

Although Ziwang returned with merit, he was a little late.

Gaymul has already organized the new soldiers for him, and they are about to take over Baron Stern's territory.

Moreover, he did not want the person who brought back his armor to stay by his side forever.

"Get ready. Your ceremony with my daughter will be held on the day of the prayer. Before that, you will take over the Stern Baron's territory for me, and I will officially appoint you as the sheriff then."

"Yes, thank you, sir!"

……

The head of the manor.

No taxes are required.

The two sentences kept colliding in Ziwang's mind, making him extremely excited.

Although managing the estate meant he had to leave the town, it also meant he had finally settled down.

He was just the second son of a tinsmith. Continuing to be the baron's personal guard was prestigious, but the income was what it was.

If you're unwilling to collect more taxes, you won't be able to save money.

And they are also very busy and tired.

The sun was about to set, casting long shadows from the buildings, so he hurried toward his home.

As he passed the main gate of the mansion, he casually greeted the guards.

Good evening, Catan.

The gatekeeper was taken aback.

"Zwan, you..."

He seemed surprised that Zwan was in such a good mood.

Just as Katan hesitated whether to speak, Zwan had already led the donkey away.

Zwan's house was not far from Baron Talis's residence; after all, they were a family that made metalware.

But when he reached his doorstep, the sky had turned from red to blue and was about to darken.

"call--"

Seeing his home again, Zwan couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

He patted the dust off his body and head, scratched his hair a few times trying to clear away the debris, and stretched his clothes and pants to try to reduce the wrinkles.

Having mentally prepared himself, he then approached his home.

I have no idea how worried his family is about him.

The older brother and younger sister would probably be very happy, and the father might even hug him, but the mother would definitely give him a good scolding.

He walked to the door with anticipation and raised his hand to try knocking.

Pop, pop, pop.

ga-

The door opened.

The smile that Ziwan had prepared on his face froze instantly.

The house is empty.

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