Medieval: Kingdom Come: Deliverance

Chapter 171 Brunswick

Chapter 172 Brunswick

As Peter traveled, new village chiefs were appointed in each village, and Peter even issued them appointment certificates.

The new militia system was also rapidly implemented in these new villages. Each village formed a militia of thirty men, equipped with spears, flails, and shields, and trained by ten Lion Guards. A month later, Troski would have three hundred new combatants ready for battle.

Two days later, Peter traveled south along the Izera River and entered Rowan.

This small town is nestled in a karst valley, with the clear Izera River flowing through it. Originally, the area was lush and should have been suitable for agriculture. However, the complexity of the karst topography makes it difficult to find large areas of flat land, forcing agriculture to be scattered in small patches, greatly increasing the difficulty of land reclamation.

When Peter's party appeared at the town entrance, the townspeople came out of their homes to look at the legendary young lord with curiosity: he was not burly and broad-shouldered, but rather tall and well-proportioned; he did not have a gaping maw, but rather was handsome and dashing; he did not have two children in his mouth, but rather was gentle and polite.

"So this is what Lord Peter looks like. He's really handsome."

"I knew it, that Raven Lord was lying."

"I heard that the adults are going to build a logging camp on the mountain and then plant fruit trees. They've also allowed us to cultivate the scattered plots of land along the river."

"I also heard that the lord is going to build a dock and a shipbuilding workshop by the river, so we can make money without farming."

"I want to join the army. I once fought as a conscript in the attack on Nebakov, but was mercifully released by Lord Peter. I want to fight for Lord Peter in the future and gain merit and glory."

The women talked about the young lord's handsome appearance and kind heart; the men, on the other hand, were more concerned with the specific details of the militia's formation and the allocation of land.

In the town square, Peter met Andrei, the red-bearded man who guarded the town. He arranged for Andrei to lead fifty members of the Lion Guard to disperse to the five villages to build militias. He appointed Serouch as the deputy mayor of Rowan Five Villages, in charge of its development and construction.

"Here, everyone will enjoy the same rights and obligations as in other Trossky territories. Every family will work together, and every village will establish a militia to protect its own security."

After finalizing the personnel arrangements for the five villages and issuing appointment letters, Peter made a promise to everyone.

"Sir, are we really going to build docks and shipyards in the future?"

"They've been terrified of poverty," a village chief asked nervously. "The land is scarce and barren; they simply can't make a living."

day.

Peter laughed, “Anything is possible on my land. We will establish collective farms where everyone works together and shares the harvest. Fruit trees can be planted on the hillsides, and the fruit can be juiced or used to make wine. Rivers will be developed, shipyards will be built, and the Izera River will help us sell our specialties to big cities. Anything is possible.”

The crowd erupted in cheers.

Over the next two days, Peter visited every one of the five new villages. In each village, he carefully observed the local conditions, spoke warmly with the villagers, and learned about their difficulties and needs.

In one of the villages, a young widow with three children, whose husband had died in a previous war, was forced to leave the village with her children, as was customary, and would lose her land.

But the new collectivization reform changed everything. She could support herself through her own labor, and her children were also given preferential treatment by the Ministry of Civil Affairs.

When Peter arrived, the widow and her children knelt by the roadside, tears streaming down their faces, thanking the new lord for his kindness.

"My lord," she said, her voice choked with emotion, "you are the most merciful lord I have ever met. May God bless you forever!"

The Lion Guard soldiers accompanying them felt a surge of warmth in their hearts upon witnessing this scene, and whispered to their comrades, "Do you see that? This is why we are willing to die for Lord Peter."

When Peter left, the villagers of his new territory had fully accepted his rule. They spoke of his kindness, praised his bravery, and regarded him as a true protector.

7 month 8 day.

Peter's tour ended, but he quickly left the castle.

Troski Castle is now the administrative center, with the town government, headed by old Martin, efficiently and quickly running the entire territory. But Peter doesn't like living in that cramped space for long; he prefers the leisurely and spacious Griffin Village.

As night fell, Peter stood in his study in Griffin Village, candlelight flickering, before a huge map, carefully marking the villages he had visited over the past few days.

Pavlina walked in quietly with a plate of dinner in her hand. Seeing Peter's focused expression, her heart couldn't help but beat faster.

"Sir, it's time for your meal."

Peter looked up at her and gave her a gentle smile. "Thank you, Pavlyna. Today's tour has further convinced me that we have chosen the right path."

Power should not rely entirely on lineage, but should instead inspire the strength and wisdom of a larger number of ordinary people. Only by gaining their long-term support can more outstanding talents be selected from among them.

Can you believe it? A village where the villagers can't even read or write has many ingenious ideas for managing the village.

"Only you, sir, only you would give them such an opportunity to display their talents. This land will surely become a paradise where everyone can live and work in peace and contentment."

Pavlina understood this deeply. The founders of Lion Village were all commoners, yet Lord Peter had entrusted them with important responsibilities, leading to a vibrant and motivated community. Everyone realized that this was a place where hard work would be rewarded!

It is the place of salvation that Peter created for them.

"Thank you, Pavlena."

Peter smiled. He had been feeling lonely since he entered this medieval era. The distorted honor of the nobles and the ignorance of the people made him feel alienated from the NPCs. But as he worked hard, he gained his own territory and found that more and more people were becoming enlightened and agreeing with his ideas. This feeling of loneliness gradually subsided.

"Thank you."

Peter then said something to Pavlyna.

Pavlina remained silent, only smiling at him like a pure white daisy.

In the days that followed, Trossky's new territory developed rapidly under Peter's new policies.

Collective farms significantly increased the amount of reclaimed wasteland, the militia system enabled each village to protect itself, and fair tax policies led to a continuous improvement in people's lives.

Just as life was progressing as usual, Gabble, a scribe in the Judicial Council, found a parchment book among a pile of books in the library, and then excitedly announced to everyone that he had discovered a secret—Trowski was the chosen land.

This place holds the lion armor left behind by the Prince of Brunswick, Bohemia!

The news spread quickly throughout Trossky.

Peter initially thought this was just another propaganda stunt orchestrated by the propaganda department, but when he actually saw the roll of parchment, he suddenly realized that this was the side quest for finding the Brunswick Armor in "The Lion's Crest".

In his past life, Peter wasn't a pre-order player when playing the game, so he never triggered this quest; he only saw others bragging about it online. He never imagined it actually existed!

Legend has it that Brunswick was a brave and fearless Bohemian prince from a long, long time ago.

In his time, Bohemia was still a duchy, and the coat of arms bore only a falcon. The prince was not content with that. So he decided to embark on a journey to explore the wider world, all in order to imprint a more influential design on the coat of arms.

His wife's name was Ludmila, and she pleaded with Brunswick countless times to keep the prince at home, but to no avail.

The prince, still deeply in love with his wife, took her ring and made a promise with her:

If he does not return after seven years, his wife shall inherit his title and remarry.

Later, Brunswick and his loyal guards set off for the northern sea. But during their crossing, they were stranded on an island.

The amber on the island's mysterious mountain range sucked all the ships into it, making it impossible for any of the crew members to escape.

Day after day, the people who accompanied him died of hunger one by one, until finally only Brunswick was left.

He discovered that a large bird named "No" would come to the island to hunt once a year.

So the quick-thinking knight seized the opportunity and hid behind the horse skin he had stripped off. The large bird that followed mistook him for its prey and carried him away from the island.

The prince crossed the sea and arrived in the land of the Vikings, where he encountered a sight he had never seen before: a lion and a nine-headed dragon fighting each other!

He helped the lion, killed the nine-headed dragon, and brought the lion home.

But more than seven years have passed.

His wife, Ludmila, despite having steadfastly rejected many suitors before, finally decided to remarry. At the crucial moment of the wedding banquet, Brunswick, who had brought a lion with him, successfully threw the ring into his wife's wine glass, stopping the wedding.

Brunswick successfully returned to the throne and added the lion motif to the national emblem.

Later, Brunswick died, burying the armor he wore after slaying the nine-headed dragon and bathing in its blood in a chosen land, leaving behind a prophecy—

One day someone will wear this armor again and bring glory to Bohemia.

This folk tale has been passed down among the Czech people for generations, remaining popular to this day. Like the English legend of "The Sword in the Stone," it is a household name.

The location of the armor is hidden in a riddle:

Say goodbye to the old woman and the young girl standing tall behind the door, and bravely embark on your midnight journey. In that cold cave, your treasure awaits its master.

Deep within the Deer Forest, hidden in the hunter's eyes, stand two colossal stone guardians, protecting the treasure that lies behind them, coveted by thousands.

Between the guardians stand massive rocks, their niches bottomless, where devout hearts are offered to God, and indestructible armor gleams.

The armor is probably real, but the prophecy is likely false. Can armor from hundreds of years ago still be worn?