Warlords of the witcher world

Chapter 35 followed
When the demon hunters started a new round of activities, Harkland Commander and Earl of Sazarburg Herme, as they said, was on his way home, and he would return to Sazarburg soon.

Prior to this, Herme, as he planned, did not stay in Wengerburg for long.

When those ceremonies were nearly over, he bade the king farewell, and left Vengerburg, and set out on his way home.

At the beginning, Herme's team was smaller than when he went there, but he carried a lot more supplies. These supplies were rewards from the king and gifts from various forces in the capital.

The Cossacks and Sazaburg militiamen also carried large bags and small bags, which contained various production tools and daily necessities they bought in Wengerburg.

Buying these things is beneficial and harmless, and it will be very appropriate whether you use them for yourself or sell them back.

So they bought and stuffed like crazy.

The crazy purchases of these oriental visitors made Wengerburg's handicraft workshops very happy, and it would be good if the products could be sold as soon as possible.

And Herme was able to use this to reach more agreements with these factories. As Hackland's largest merchandise exporter, for Herme, there was never too much merchandise.

On the one hand, the reduction in the number of people was due to the reduction in combat personnel, and on the other hand, some Cossacks who thought they did not have enough money decided to stay in the north and continue to work hard.

For the Cossacks, the north was an attractive land, full of wealth and opportunities to prove their glory.

Not to mention, the northern countries are recruiting troops with favorable treatment, and the Cossacks are fully capable of joining the army.

It is not difficult to get a good position by relying on one's professional ability, and it is also good to participate in the northern army to make money.

For those who left the team, Herme let them go, the contract has ended, and it is the freedom of others to go wherever they want.

And their vacant seats were quickly filled by immigrants.

After taking down Scoia'tael's El Dann, his reputation was further enhanced.

In addition, the reputation of Sazarburg has also improved, and it is now regarded as a place of wealth, so many people came to join him and immigrated to Hackland with him.

And now there are still rumors that he is favored by the god Cliff.

Such rumors arose because of the destruction of the plague demon spirit during the siege of the Scotaiata. Although everyone couldn't see what was going on with Herme, they still saw the thunder and lightning.

Combined with the praise and advocacy of those priests and believers because Herme defeated the followers of the evil god Lilit, the form became like this.

This kind of reputation has made people trust Herme a lot, which he did not expect at all.

In short, Herme is satisfied, and he has gained a lot from this trip.

After returning to Hakland, as those Cossacks with pockets full of wealth and northern goods returned to their hometown, his reputation will definitely be improved, and there will definitely be more Cossacks who will come to him by then.

Soon, Herme's team passed through the Blue Mountain Tunnel, and when the blue sky of Hackland appeared in front of them, everyone felt a burst of relief.

Especially Herme, his reaction was even stronger.

Although it is not long since he came to Hakland, after doing so many things here, he obviously has a greater sense of belonging to this land.

But for the hometown of his own world, he is very indifferent.

"My lord, every time I see you looking at the sky of Hackland, I really suspect that you are a Hacklander."

Viator looked at Herme and said, as Herme's attendant, he had noticed the lord's expression many times.

"Really? Maybe, maybe this land is more like home to me."

Viator was right, and Herme was really happy to be back in Hackland from the bottom of her heart.

Along the road paved with wooden planks, Herme's team headed towards Fort Sazar.

Most of the planks on the road are obviously brand new, and after so long, it's time to replace them with a new batch of planks.

Along the way, Herme saw the changes in the road. From time to time, he took a look at the places for travelers to rest, and some local Cossacks began to continue to settle on the road.

Apparently, after seeing what serving a caravan can bring, the good old folks have also switched jobs, and most still yearn for security after all.

Of course, this does not mean that there are no old and good people in Herme's territory.

Vicious people are hard to get rid of, so it is still necessary to have good guards when activities in Hemei's territory, so as not to be robbed by others.

Sazarburg quickly appeared in front of Herme, and now Sazarburg seems to be much more prosperous than when he left.

Seeing this, Herme became uncontrollably happy.

For him, the power and prosperity of this land is basically equivalent to his power and prosperity. Seeing it, Hemei seemed to see his own strength.

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"Dunwa, my old buddy, how is Sazaburg doing recently?"

In the main castle, sitting on a nostalgic bench, Hermelio said excitedly.

Along the way, he has seen Sazaburg's growth compared to when he left, which makes him look forward to the report from the chief butler, Dunwa.

"Commander Herme, during the three months since you left, the number of caravans coming to Fort Sazar has steadily increased. These merchants have brought us a large amount of transaction tax. This wave of taxation is very exciting. And the one you led The same is true for the export of goods, I can only say that the supply exceeds the demand, no matter how much goods come, the Cossacks and Haklans can eat them all."

Although he had seen the scene of goods being dumped in Sazarburg many times, Dunwa still couldn't help being amazed when he read the report.

So every time after watching it, a smile will appear on his face involuntarily.

Hackland is indeed a land full of business opportunities. Commodities from the north are harvested here, and the more you sell, the more you earn.

As for the Cossacks and nomads who were harvested twice, hahaha, the weather is really good.

But people didn't feel bad anyway. In the past, they could only rely on the export of Serikania in the south if they wanted to obtain these products. At that time, the price was higher.

"Then according to your order, we repaired the outposts on the Zaar River. Now each outpost has at least one simple tower, which allows the sentry to see farther."

Herme nodded again and again, "Very good, very good, everything is developing in the direction he expected, and there is no problem in the territory because of his departure."

"What about Clava? How's the situation there, have the merchants messed up the dock?"

What Herme asked was the second colony of the Baron of Sazarburg—oh, the earl—the Clava, which was funded by merchants.

There is only one reason for the construction of this colony, to establish a trade fleet for Fort Sazar, so that goods can be imported to the other side of the Zaar River more quickly.

It's been so long since this incident, and Herme was very curious about how the businessmen were doing during the time she was away.

"Oh, I don't know anything about these things."

Dunwa rubbed his head. The dwarves really don't understand this kind of thing. How do they know what a boat is or isn't.

"Dockyard, ah, yes, this thing has been erected a long time ago, but it's not very big. Then they have built some small boats, and then started to use these small boats to transport goods. As for the town, I look more like a shipbuilding Big construction sites, except for shipbuilders, the vast majority of people will not go there."

This is also a normal situation. Compared with Klava, which has a single industry, it is obvious that Sazarburg has more job opportunities, and it is more prosperous and more suitable for people to live in.

And when the cost of settlement on both sides is similar (no money is required), it is obviously better to stay in Sazarburg, so most of the immigrants stay in Sazarburg.

"By the way, what was Katya doing during this time?"

Mentioning this name, Dunwa's face immediately turned bitter, as if he had eaten bitter melon.

"That young lady, let me tell you, she has caused a lot of troubles all day long. She runs around Sazarburg day and night, and often goes east of the Zaar River. It took several days to go there, hey, you don't know how worried I am."

Seeing Dunwa complaining like an old lady, Hemei couldn't help laughing.

Well, well, it shouldn't be like this, but seeing Dunwa like this, he really wanted to laugh.

Herme still remembered that the dwarf always had a straight face when he first arrived in Fort Sazar, and now he has become like this.

"And now? Where is Katya now?"

"Now? Oh, she went to hunt monsters this morning. It is said that a group of evil spirits migrated to the territory at some point. These guys caused a lot of trouble."

"Evil ghosts? Shouldn't the demon hunters go and deal with them? Why would Katya go?"

Hearing this, Herme felt something was wrong. In his impression, shouldn't the demon hunters rush to deal with it?

"Ah? Those demon hunters? They haven't appeared for three or four months. The merchants from the east said that they are still looking for monsters. It seems that the monsters are quite tricky. They will find them soon." Can't handle it."

Dunwa was also a little annoyed when he mentioned the demon hunters. Really, as soon as they left, the problem of monsters became prominent, which caught him off guard.

Fortunately, the new monsters that appeared were not fatal, they were all small clusters of monsters that moved here on their own after they found that the monsters in the west had disappeared.

These monsters can't be considered powerful in the first place, and the Cossacks can usually deal with them by themselves.

Herme was a little concerned about keeping the demon hunters away for so long, that is to say, they should still be busy with Volod's commission.

He still remembered the monster described by Volod, and Herme felt extremely weird just listening to it. At that time, he thought that even the demon hunters could solve it, but he didn't expect that even the demon hunters couldn't solve it now.

It seems that the monster is a bit outrageous...

Just as Herme was about to continue asking more questions, suddenly there was a loud noise outside the window, which startled both the lord and the dwarves.

"Ah, damn it, it's that Durban guy again."

Dunwa immediately realized what was going on. In Sazaburg, there was only one Dirban who would make such a big commotion.

Herme walked to the balcony, looked in the direction of the gunpowder workshop, and found a puff of black smoke rising into the sky.

Now all the nearby houses of the Gunpowder Workshop have been cleaned up, and those houses are all abandoned.

No one wants to live next to such a place. If one is not careful, he will be sent to heaven.

"I don't know how Dirban's research is going."

Looking at the black smoke, Herme said.

He spent a lot of money on artillery research, so he naturally hoped to see the product as soon as possible.

However, he didn't expect Durban to do anything, and it's only been a few months, and it's still unlikely that he will be able to do anything big during these times.

But when he was about to go to the gunpowder workshop to see how the warlock was doing, Herme heard exclamations and shouts from the street.

This immediately caught his attention, and he knew that it could never be due to the loud noise. The people of Sazarberg had long been accustomed to those sounds, and they would never shout about it.

What he saw was a man galloping on the street, and the people on the street were avoiding him because of the galloping maniac.

And that rider's riding skills are obviously very strong. Many times he avoids bumping into the people on the street by coincidence. Once or twice may be a coincidence, but three times or four times is unlikely. This man His horsemanship has gotten so good.

And at first glance, Herme saw the shield and machete on his back.

Coupled with that dark skin, Herme remembered who this was.

"Eben the Witcher...how could he be like this?"

Herme knew that demon hunters knew how to measure themselves, they never did anything beyond their duty, and they would never do things that would arouse public outrage.

And now that Eben is like this, something urgent must have happened.

Thinking like this, Hemei left the balcony, Dunwa was a little puzzled why he hurried down when he saw a rider rampaging on the street.

"Commander Herme, what are you doing?"

"Ah, go down to meet that witcher. He must have come to see me in such a hurry."

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Soon, in the hall of Fort Sazar, Herme met a demon hunter from the Manticore School.

Because of George, Herme's hall was always open to demon hunters, so Iben was led into the hall only after handing over his weapon.

There, Ibn was able to meet the biggest target of his trip, Hakland's leader Heme.

Next, Herme heard about the current troubles in the east from the demon hunter, and heard everything the demon hunter had said.

"Please also send some support as much as possible."

The demon hunter said that his posture was very low, after all, he was asking for support from others.

"Those monsters... cannot be solved by just a few of us demon hunters. We must rely on the support of the army. These threats must be resolved."

Herme leaned her hands on the armrest, with a look of embarrassment on her face.

This is really true, I just came back, how could something like this happen.

And Ratman, when Hemei heard this thing, Hemei really felt that time and space were disordered. There is such a thing in this world?
But as far as the witcher describes the situation, it is all true.

There is indeed such a monster in this world, and the threat that this monster poses to human beings is quite serious.

Herme felt that it was best to bring someone to deal with it herself.

Herme quickly thought of the benefits that could be brought by resolving this matter. If this matter is handled well, it can gain a lot of political points and expand its influence in Hackland.

However, from the bottom of my heart, Herme didn't want to go. She had just returned from Aden and was about to start work again, which was indeed quite annoying.

"Master Ibn, I will go there in person, but not now."

Although they decided to go, they still had to prepare for a while. It would take time just to regroup the troops.

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"What? Gathering again? What is this for? Didn't we just settle down?"

As the news of Herme's regrouping spread, many people reacted in this way.

Just like now, in the Golden Spoon Tavern, a Sazarburg militiaman said with anger.

He wore a fine northern dress, which he had bought in Vengerberg, the capital of Aedirn.

The person values ​​the garment and only wears it when they are involved in something important.

And dining at the Golden Spoon, which is now the best restaurant in all of Sazarburg, is certainly an important affair.

After fighting for so long, fighting on the front line for so long, and then returning home with the spoils, I planned to take a good rest for a while, but suddenly I was called up to fight again.

I came to the Golden Spoon Tavern to eat because I made a lot of money from this battle to enjoy it, but the enjoyment didn't last long, and I had to go out to fight again.

"Hey, hey, calm down."

This person's companion hurriedly said, in his opinion, this person's reaction is really a bit big,

"I haven't finished my words yet. This rally is aimed at new immigrants and those who did not participate in the previous call. We can still enjoy life in Fort Sazar without being recruited."

Hearing this, the man immediately calmed down a lot. He sat down immediately, then grabbed the mutton on the plate in front of him and took a bite, ignoring himself to grab a hand of oil.

"Ha, you didn't say it earlier, so I thought there was going to be a war again. By the way, what is the reason this time? Another ataman is here?"

Subconsciously, the man began to ask about the reason for the war.

"It seems that there are monsters somewhere in the east. I really don't know what kind of monsters have caused the lord to mobilize the army."

The man's tone was quite emotional, just after one call-up was over, another one, it seemed that the situation over there was really urgent.

When the topic of their exchange became common, the scene inside the Golden Spoon Tavern gradually returned to its former appearance, lively and noisy.

However, some caring people have written down such information one after another.

In a corner of the tavern, a dark-skinned man handed a glass of beer to the man in a purple suit sitting across from him.

"Dandrien, you also saw that I didn't lie to you at all, so, are you sure you still want to go there? I know you and Geralt are good friends, but the situation over there, even a person like Geralt Even a demon hunter can't say whether he can save his life, you and I really don't know..."

Geralt had been hunting demons in such an eastern place for so long, it was naturally impossible for Dandelion to stay there with him all the time.

So he quickly returned to Fort Sazar, performing while waiting for his friends there.

But they never expected that what they were waiting for was such a news, a news about the monster army.

"What are you talking about, as Geralt's good friend and the brave man who rescued him from disasters many times, I will do my part, you don't need to say more, when you set off, I will follow, anyway The Herme commander also said that volunteers can join at will, and I will be a war volunteer this time."

Seeing Dandelion's statement, Eben didn't say anything.

He could see Dandelion's teeth chattering a bit, but the man acted as strong as he could, determined to help his friend Geralt.

This made Eben a little envious of Geralt, such friends are not always available.

And because of this, seeing Dandelion's sincere attitude towards his friends, Eben smiled.

He decided that he must keep the poet safe along the way, so that he could meet that fellow Geralt.

Thinking like this, the poet poured himself another glass of beer, and then asked the boss to get another glass. While he can still drink this good wine, he should drink more. When he embarks on the journey again, he will have nothing to drink up.

(End of this chapter)