The next morning, a messenger rushed into the Banshee Castle on horseback. He stepped onto the suspension bridge, passed through the city gate, and quickly passed through the city square under the gaze of the sentry on the city tower, entering the Central Avenue.

The noble servants who went to work on the streets avoided each other and looked at the fast horses parked at the door of the Buqi family's mansion.

The messenger brought emergency news and he wanted to find the noble officer on duty. The noble officer informed the manager of the head, who assessed the severity of the situation and then knocked on the door of the head's bedroom.

The young and beautiful maid half-covered her clothes, opened the door unhappily, and asked, "The head of the family is still sleeping, what happened?"

The head and the housekeeper must first apologize and disturb the head of the family's rest, and then there must be an emergency situation. The maid who serves the bed will close the door and open the door again at least half an hour later.

In the bedroom, the magic skylight exudes the breath of morning rain and dew. The sun shines obliquely on the corners of the wall, bright but not dazzling. On the pillar bed, Friedman Buche is covered with a silky and soft quilt, and several maids are busy serving.

The Buqi patriarch, who was in his forties, was at the age of energetic and ambitious. He had a bear face with a hooked nose, with red skin, rough face and bumpy potholes.

This is really not a good look.

But familiar people always call Friedman a "wolf". It's just because this patriarch has the ability to command the "head wolf" and the cruelty and patience of the "evil wolf".

Friedman's daily life is very regular. He gets up on time, works on time, and is entertaining on time. Event developments in other worlds are often calculated based on "weeks", so he never seems to be busy when arranging affairs according to "day".

The head of Buqi likes this calm and noble mood. He regards this regular lifestyle as the secret to success and teaches it to everyone he knows.

If outsiders want to please Friedman, praising him for his step-by-step concept of time is the only choice. This will make him very happy.

It is a good thing to have the concept of time, and the development of Banshee Castle is also so regular. Commercial transactions, construction, and farmland farming are all completed according to the pre-planned time.

This makes urban management orderly to a certain extent and is conducive to development. The residents in the city praised their clan leader as a smart and wise person, bringing everyone happiness and a beautiful life.

Friedman felt that he had no great ambitions, and he never expected to swallow a certain force in one bite. In his plan, all plans were formulated in "years".

Friedman is most happy to achieve his goals little by little. He is full of enthusiasm, joy and motivation for this every day.

"The fools in the North like to fight for a little bit of profit, and bullying them is as easy as bullying an ignorant child. I can't even find an opponent that can bother me.

When I crushed those fools with absolute strength, I saw them crawling at my feet and crying. When the livestock, fields, and population belong to me, I felt extremely excited.

But all the opponent's actions are within my plan, and all this is extremely boring."

Alas..., Friedman likes to tell his personal maid about his daily thoughts and ideas. He likes to be admired and asks some stupid questions.

The patriarch believed that he was the chess player who controlled the chessboard. What he hated the most was that an apple was smashed on the chessboard, which disrupted the chess game and disrupted all his plans.

Now, the apple has been smashed.

At 7:30 every day, the clan leader will get up.

But about a quarter of an hour earlier this morning, the steward came to knock on the door. The maid who was serving the bed came to inform him, but Friedman decided to get up on time.

The hourglass in the bedroom leaked out on time at 7:30. The patriarch got up and completed a series of ritualized early-wake work step by step. It was not until eight o'clock that he would step out of the bedroom door.

The head steward was guarding outside the door, waiting for the owner's inquiry: "My dear steward, can you tell me any good news today?"

"Uh..., Master." The head steward bowed his back and followed the patriarch to report, "We caught fire in the granary of Shitan Town last night, and all the food was burned."

Ga...?

The bad news early this morning!

The fire in the granary is even worse among the bad news.

"How many granaries?"

"All, three granaries."

all?!

Friedman has lived for half his life, and has never heard of bad news. But it is really heartbreaking to have all three granaries burned.

Shitan Town is the transportation center to the north of Banshee Fort. There are three granaries in the town, each of which can store fifty tons of grain.

Recently, in order to supply Bishop's army to advance north, the three granaries overstocked about 60 tons of grain and more than 100 tons of horse materials.

Don't underestimate these more than 200 tons of food and grass, it is enough to supply thousands of Bishop's troops for a week.

One week was exactly the time when Friedman estimated the war to the territory of Hanfeng City. After a week, the army led by Bishop could collect grain in the enemy's territory without the need for the Banshee Castle to transport a lot of manpower and material resources.

But now the army has gone to the expedition and run halfway through the journey, and the granary responsible for supplying food and drink on the front line has been burned. It is too uncomfortable to get stuck at this time point.

The patriarch frowned. He casually ordered someone to confirm the situation. He continued to eat breakfast step by step, met the family members step by step, and went to the study room for half a day to handle government affairs within the prescribed time.

As for the difficult problem of food being cut off on the front line..., isn't there still no food?

If you slow down, there may be some exquisite solution.

After all, Shitan Town is more than ten kilometers away from Banshee Castle, and the news sent back is not accurate or detailed. When the subsequent information comes, the problem may be solved.

By noon, new news from Shitan Town did not come. But another worse news came from a manor outside the city - Pheles, who was harassed by the Buche family, died of long legs.

He died very miserably.

The last patriarch of the Changle Family died, and Friedman was not sad about it. As the war develops, the value of this puppet is getting lower and lower, and sooner or later it will die.

But this man died not at the right time. It would be even better if he died a week later. Death now would make the Buqi family look ugly.

Everyone who knows the news will think that this must have been executed by Friedman, just to swallow the territory of Hanfeng City in one bite. But the patriarch does not want to take the blame.

"Who killed Pheles?"

"Sorry, Master. I don't know yet."

The head and the housekeeper learned the news, and were waiting for the patriarch to order whether to investigate?

Although it was just a few kilometers away from the city, there was no instant messaging. The manor manager hurried to report. But what happened must be sent to the professional officials to see on site.

The fire in the grain warehouse is waiting for further news, and now there is another death. The lord of the Banshee Castle, the patriarch of the Buche family, and the noble Lord Friedman are in a bad mood.

The information transmission is so slow and vague, and the decision-making is naturally delayed. After all, the matter in front of you has not yet threatened the survival of the family, so you can't let the clan leader go there in person.

So this wait is a day after.

The Friedman clan leader who was stepping on time was entertained at night and went to bed on time. He woke up again at 7:30 the next day and walked out of the room at 8:00.

As usual, he asked the butler in charge who was guarding outside the bedroom, "My dear butler, can you tell me any good news today?"

"Uh..., Master. Yesterday we urgently allocated a hundred carts of food and grass to Baron Bishop and were robbed halfway. All the horses were killed, all the carriages were destroyed, and more than half of the food and grass were burned on the spot."

Killed? Destroyed?

Friedman's mood was ruined again in the morning, and the veins on his forehead were leaping.

Horses are precious, but they are difficult to replenish if they lose them. Carriages are not cheap, and they are not easy to produce. One hundred carriages are destroyed in one go, which means that the corresponding capacity has been absolutely lost.

This problem is even more serious than the destruction of a granary. Without transportation capacity, you can't transport it even if you have food.

Who is so bold? He dares to intercept the Buqi family's convoy?

Are you tired of living?
Chapter completed!