Chapter 182 New Base

Fari followed behind Lisabel and her group from a distance.

He didn't want to intervene too much now. The big hand behind the scenes still hadn't revealed its intentions. Fari could only continue to observe and see if he could determine its purpose through some clues.

But now it seems that apart from seeing that Lisabel has good leadership skills and her actions are stirring up the situation in the entire principality, there seems to be nothing special.

This is just a principality. Even if you count the territories that were divided out under the leadership of Morarichi, this is just an ordinary kingdom that is not well developed and cannot be ranked among the dozens of human kingdoms on the continent.

If one wants to turn this kingdom upside down, there is no need for these roundabout means. All one needs to do is throw an old white dragon into the territory of this principality, which will plunge the principality into a state of chaos for decades.

Judging from the means by which the mastermind threw Lysabel into the Farui lair, throwing a brainless white dragon into a corner of this principality is not a difficult task.

For Dragon Island, white dragons, which are more like beasts than giant dragons, are not taken seriously. As long as there is no dragon-slaying drama in public, the elders on Dragon Island don't have much interest in having anything to do with a white dragon.

"Since the purpose is not to disrupt this kingdom, its focus should be somewhere else."

Fary observed Lisabel's team from afar. In their eyes, the dragon Fary had already left. Although it was a little disgusting that their leader was a servant of a dragon, this was how the world was. Those creatures that were strong enough naturally had all kinds of privileges.

There are many city-states and principalities controlled by powerful creatures like dragons. In some weak kingdoms, there are also rumors that the royal family members are transformed from other powerful races.

Compared with those other brutal dragons, at least the strange dragon whose scales seemed to be inlaid with gold edges had a good temper. It did not make any excessive demands, but instead provided them with suggestions.

"Military, please be kind. We are running low on food for the winter."

In this world, the strong do have privileges. The resistance fighters of Lisabel stood at the entrance of a village. An old man stood at the entrance, and next to him were several carts loaded with flour and bacon.

On the low wall behind the old man, several militiamen wearing only thin leather armor looked nervously at the entrance of the village. The strongest creatures they had dealt with in their daily lives were just wild wolves wandering outside the village. If these soldiers of unknown origin really attacked with magical weapons, they would not be able to stop them at all.

They had heard of villages that had been looted by exiled soldiers and bandits, and they did not want their families and children to suffer the same fate.

They could only hope that the village chief could satisfy the soldiers' appetites.

"This is really all we can give to you."

The village chief at the entrance of the village tried hard to keep his voice from trembling. This was also the first time he had to deal with such a situation.

The situation of this territory was pretty good in previous years. Although the oppression from the noble lords was no less severe than in other places, thanks to the blessing of the God of Nature, an elf once passed by and prayed for this land, making the annual harvest of this land better than in other places.

This allowed the people of this territory to barely support themselves even when facing exploitation by the noble lords.

Since they can fill their stomachs, not many people will turn to bandits, and this land has been relatively peaceful over the years.

"If there are any more, the village won't be able to survive the winter."

The village chief finished speaking and waited for the other side's reply. If the other side asked for more, they would have no choice but to fight back. Their food reserves were already very tight to survive the winter, and if they gave more food, many people in the village would starve to death this year. There was no difference between being killed for resisting and being starved to death.

The village chief watched an officer who was obviously better equipped talking to their leader. They were a little far away, and they deliberately lowered their voices. The village chief could not hear what they were saying.

The fact that the leader of these thousands of soldiers was a woman under 20 years old was somewhat beyond the village chief's expectations.

Soon, under Lisabel's order, a resistance fighter left the line and walked towards the village entrance.

"Fellow countryman, we don't want your food."

The words of the resistance fighters made the village chief even more nervous. In his opinion, if the bandits did not want food and money, then they wanted the people in the village. And this request was more difficult for the village chief to accept than asking for more food.

"Impossible, we won't let you take anyone away."

Even without using his brain at all, the village chief could tell what would happen to those who were taken away from the village.

"No, no, no, you misunderstood, we just hope to buy some clothes."

"clothing?"

The village chief frowned and looked at the resistance fighters in front of him. After a closer look, he found that although their clothes were relatively uniform, they did not have a set of beautiful uniforms like those of the nobles' soldiers. There were many subtle signs of wear and tear on their armor.

The worn armor was simply stained with some conspicuous markings, which could help distinguish friend from foe in battle.

"Just wear your normal clothes, we'll pay for them."

The resister took out a money bag and was about to walk towards the village chief in front of him, but after seeing the village chief subconsciously took two steps back, he had no choice but to stop.

People in these places don't trust them yet.

The soldier put the money bag on the ground and then retreated back to the resistance formation step by step. Then, the old village chief mustered up his courage and walked over to pick up the money bag. After confirming that the resistance fighters not far away did not have weapons in their hands and that he would not be shot in the head by arrows from nowhere, he opened the money bag in his hand.

There were dozens of gold coins inside.

The clothes in the village were just sewn by the peasant women themselves with linen during their slack season. The better ones were just stuffed with wool. These clothes were completely worthless. Even if you took them to the market in the nearest town, it would take dozens of pieces to be worth one gold coin.

"We'll be back in a week to pick up the clothes."

The village chief heard the voice of the officer in the distance, and before he could react, the resistance fighters in the distance had already left.

He looked at the purse in his hand and had a feeling of unreality. The soldiers under the nobles would also take some things away from the village when they patrolled the territory, but they never gave money.

(End of this chapter)