Winters was greatly impacted by the old beggar monk's words, and he asked back: "Will the Plateau Republic sit on the crater now?"

"As about the same, at least this is the case with the newly reclaimed land." Monk Reed did not refute: "Palatu did not suppress annexation, and a few people controlled most of the land. The rich were all over the country, and the Mitchell family was like this; the poor had no place to stand, and even tenants could not be regarded as long-term workers. The landlords were insatiable and suppressed the poor to reclaim land. If they were in the Far East, the world would have been in chaos. In my opinion, there was only one reason why there was no civil unrest in this place, which was nothing more than 'large land and sparsely populated people'."

"Old guy, you're not exaggerating." Winters couldn't help defending the Mitchells: "You said the landlords were insatiable, but I think the Mitchells were good people."

The old monk said calmly: "Girard is indeed a generous person, but his character is not related to the desires of the entire landlord group. For example, there are good and bad among the big head soldiers, but when they go to the battlefield, they have to kill the enemy. Take out each landlord family alone and see that most of the family's character is in the upper hand. But is it fake for them to annex the land?"

When it comes to sharp words and endless talk, the fledgling lieutenant is not the opponent of the senior clergy.

But Winters was always a little dissatisfied: "But if these things can exist until today, it means there is no problem?"

"Boy, it's not 'existence' to this day, it's 'maintain' to this day! Politics is not a rock, politics is a building block, and it's never a constant thing." Monk Reed's smile became even more intense: "No one knows what will happen in the future. Everything has an end, there is no immortal monarch, and an immortal country. To be honest, I really want to see where this system will eventually go."

Winters sighed, and the old charlatan in front of him became a little used to it. He was already a little used to it. But the reason why he came to find a monk at night was actually something else, but the old charlatan accidentally brought the topic wrong.

"Enough." Winters complained: "I'll ask you what you think about the regular security team in Wolf Town. As a result, you didn't mention the serious matters. You told me a lot of things if you had nothing to do with it."

"I'll mention that you look down on you." Monk Reed pretended to be angry and said, "Boy, don't be ungrateful. Old man's time is very precious."

Winters' original idea was to not disband the militia and maintain weekly training. However, Mayor Mitchell's idea took a big step on this basis, which made Lieutenant Montagne hesitate.

If it is in Hailan, Winters can discuss with him if he has any doubts. Asking for the elders is not embarrassing for him.

There is no one he can rely on in Langtun Town, and Bard and Andre are both dozens of kilometers away. But he also wants to hear what others think about this, preferably objective and neutral.

After thinking about it, he could only ask the monk Reed's opinion. After all, the old monk had lived for 95 years (professed to himself) and still accumulated some wisdom - Winters had to admit this, and the old monk was a third party with no interests.

"Okay, okay, you've drunk the wine, let's talk about it. Is it really feasible to organize a standing security team in a small place in Langtun?" Winters glanced at the bottle of wine that had already been found on the table. If you have something to ask, it's hard to get empty-handed, so Winters brought the bottle of wine to the door. Unexpectedly, the old beggar monk got excited as soon as he drank and started talking endlessly.

"Okay!" Monk Reed spread his hands: "It seems that I have said everything before."

"What's the meaning?"

"You have to make it clear to understand?" monk Reed said helplessly: "Of course it is feasible. In this small place in Langtun, Gillard supports it and you support it, and it will definitely be done."

"I think Wolf Town is too small and it is difficult to support full-time soldiers." Winters expressed his concern: "Is it a burden to the people by forcibly establishing a security guard?"

"Then you don't have to worry about it. Just let Gillard be responsible for the money, and you'll be responsible." Monk Reed disagreed: "The military book says that fifteen males can support a soldier. You and Gillard work together to organize a small team of constables. If you can't afford to raise a full-time soldier, then you'll be half a farmer and half a soldier."

“Will there be no objection?”

"Who dares to object?" The old monk's eyebrows stood up: "What does the security team do for?"

Winters suddenly remembered the Venetta's standing army. Compared to the outside, the standing army always had more inwards. He was a little unhappy: "Okay, then follow Mayor Mitchell's wishes."

"No! You have to do it as you wish." Monk Reed stroked his beard and said slowly: "The key to the guard lies in the candidates. You must not use other people's hands. You must choose them yourself."

"Why?"

"Then you might as well think about it. If Gillard recommended, what would be the result of selecting personnel?" The old monk chuckled.

After thinking for a while, Winters tentatively replied: "All of them are Dussa?"

"Yes, if Gillard is asked to pick people, the security team will definitely be all Dusa people." Reed sneered: "The Dusa people are brave and fierce, and have superb equestrian skills. Even if they are fairly selected, how can a farmer be able to compare with them? But you are not the resident of Dusa Village, you are the resident of the entire Langtun. The structure of the security team must be balanced, otherwise the other villages will not be convinced."

What the old charlatan said was indeed reasonable. Winters nodded in contemplation: "What should we do? Choose one person in each village?"

"Yes, just choose one person in each village." Monk Reed looked at Winters with relief: "You can choose two or three in Dusa Village, so that the Dusa people can't say anything. No one will be satisfied, but everyone can accept it. This is the mystery of politics."

This calculation made Winters feel bored, and he sighed: "Mr. Reed, I have one more thing to ask you."

Winters then repeated the speech of Sergei at the funeral and carefully described the different reactions of the Dussa people and other villagers.

"What exactly does Sergei mean? Who is Ralphnovic?" asked Winters: "He seemed to have only said a few words of praise, why are the other Dussa so surprised?"

"Why do you care about the Dusa people?" Monk Reed raised his eyebrows.

"Ralph entrusted me to take care of his son before his death." He was still a little sad when talking about the old hunter Winters: "I have to figure out what Sergey means and whether he has malicious intentions towards Bell."

"That's right." Monk Reed also sighed: "Ralph is indeed a rare hero, a pity."

The old monk stroked his long beard a few times, frowned and said, "Don't worry, Sergey should have good intentions. Ralphnovic means the son of Ralph, who wants Ralph's son to restore Dusak's identity."

"What does it mean? Isn't Bell the Dussa? Half the Dussa?" Winters entered the blind spot of knowledge.

"The Dusa people and Dusak are two concepts." Monk Reed explained with the table, holding the table, "The Dusa people are not exactly the same race, but a way of life. The people who follow a specific way of life are the Dusa people. Their bloodlines can be said to be in a mess, and their ancestors are even more diverse.

And not every Dusak is Dusak. Ralph should have been deprived of Dusak's identity, so he cannot live in Dusak's village. I am not Dusak, and my son naturally cannot be Dusak. Sergei wants to restore Ralph's son's Dusak's identity, which is a good thing for Little Bell."

"Why?"

"Because Dusak's identity is linked to the land." Monk Reed asked back: "Do you know the field system?"

"Uh...I don't know."

Monk Reed sat for too long and his body was a little stiff. He stood up and paced and said, "In the empire on the other side of the Shade Mountains, Dusak is called the 'the whip of the emperor'. Their lifestyle is extremely special. Every Dusak male is destined to serve for life and have to prepare his own war horses. As a reward, the emperor will grant them rich lands, so that they can become rich peasants and small landlords.

The emperor gave Dusak land, so he ordered Dusak to kill whoever Dusak was not hesitant. Therefore, Dusak was used to suppress rebellions most of the time, and they were never ruthless when they killed the farmers, so they were called 'whips'. This is the field-giving system."

Winters nodded as he listened: "Then how can they farm for life? What's the use of giving them land?"

"Lifetime service does not mean lifelong in the army." The old monk said with a sneer: "The field teaching system is a very complex system. Dusak will serve for six years first, and then go home to teach the field. After a few years, the second military service will be served for three years. Lifetime military service means that you will always be in the roster and you need to respond to the call at any time."

Winters whispered "Oh".

Monk Reed continued ponderingly: "The problem is that Dusak's settlement is within the empire, and the Dussa people are all imperial people. Although I don't know how these Dussa people came to Paratu... But as far as I know, the Palatu Council treats them exactly the same way as the Imperial Emperor, and they also use the land to exchange loyalty. So for these Dussa people, it is nothing more than a master who holds the whip lever, and there is no difference.

The male who served for life among the Dusaks is called Dusak - naturally not Dusak. Only Dusak can serve, teach land, and start a family and a career. Dusak's identity is an obligation and a right. Sergei wants Ralph's son to serve, teach land, and return to Dusak's village. It is a good thing for that boy, don't worry."

What Winters was most worried about was that the local snake made things difficult for the little hunter. Since he understood that Sergey was kind to Bale, Winters breathed a sigh of relief.

It was already a little late, and Winters said goodbye to Reid.

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...

Over the next few days, Winters and Gillard focused on common affairs.

The wounds in Wolf Town are gradually healing. Life is still going to continue. People gradually stop mentioning the victims, as if they can forget the pain in this way.

The beast disaster began to evolve from the vivid memories in people's minds to the faded story in the old people's mouths little by little, and Winters saw all of this in his eyes.

He visited the families of every victim, experienced cold eyes and hatred, and was also grateful. He could never make up for the trauma of the death of his relatives, and he could only do everything possible to pay for the families of the victims.

In contrast, the work of organizing a standing militia is much simpler and easier.

Winters changed Sunday's archery training to militia training as a garrison officer.

Men from each village went to the town center in the morning to attend Sunday services and received military training at noon and afternoon.

Because the original intention was to prevent beast disasters, not to let militia go to the battlefield. Therefore, the training subjects formulated by Winters do not include queues, square arrays, etc., just simple weapon use training, plus some tactical training for beasts summarized by Winters.

The old hunter is gone, and Winters originally wanted the militia to patrol the woodlands near the village once a week.

But he considered that patrol and standing guard was the most perseverance, and the militia would definitely not be able to persevere if it continues for a long time. So he could only instruct the militia who went into the mountains to collect firewood to pay more attention to the situation in the forest.

The preparations for the security guards went even smoother, because Winters accidentally discovered that the money was not a problem at all.

Although Langtun Town has less than ten permanent residents, it is an unquestionable "town" in terms of procedure. Therefore, after the village is merged and established, 20% of the taxes will be collected every year as the financial funds of the town government.

And the mayor of Wolf Town is amazingly honest. Winters has never seen such an honest civil servant as Gillard Mitchell in his life.

Mayor Mitchell eats at his own home and lives in his own home. The horses he rides are his own home, and the grass they eats are also his own home. Even the clerk is Pan Weiche, the housekeeper brought by Mrs. Mitchell when she got married.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Apart from hiring farmers from several surrounding villages to repair dirt roads in winter, Gillard has no other place to spend money after being the mayor of the town for more than ten years.

Oh, except for one more expense recently - paying the scribes to Monk Reed.

Pan Weiche, housekeeper, scribe and accountant, made the accounts very neatly, and the use of funds and surplus of the town government were clear at a glance.

The surplus over the years has accumulated a large sum of money, and it is more than enough to buy a small arsenal. Winters did not intend to make the security guard big, and a ten-man team seemed a bit too much in his opinion.

[Note: There are only eight people in the ten-person team, and the ten-person team is a common name]

What's more, as an essentially "tax-bearing official", Mayor Mitchell has the theoretical right to impose an additional "security tax" on the people of Wolf Town.

However, given the good financial situation of Wolf Town, there is no need to take this bad policy for the time being.

After Winters and the village chiefs of the five villages discussed and obtained understanding, the matters of the Langtun Town Public Security Guard were quickly determined.

There are five villages under Langtun Town, and Winters will select one person in each village as part-time guard.

Part-time guards also have a salary, they are not out of business and provide services whenever they are needed. For example, assist in maintaining order on Sundays.

On weekdays, part-time guards still stay in the village like other farmers, and are responsible for the daily public security of each village.

Winters will select a few more people as full-time guards who are full-time guards. The candidates for full-time guards are not limited to a certain village. Winters made a decision.

Together with full-time and part-time jobs, the total number of guards does not exceed one ten-person team [eight], that is, there are up to three full-time guards.

Just like the old charlatan said: Everyone is not satisfied, but everyone can still accept it. So in the end no one objected to Winters.

Winters actually felt that there were a lot of three full-time guards because he was in the town hall on weekdays. There was a spellcaster officer in charge, but in fact there was no need for any guards at all. Lieutenant Montane could settle everything alone.

Even considering that one day he returned to Veneta, it would be enough to have one or two full-time guards in the town, and Winters already had a very suitable candidate.

...

"Me? Do you want me to be a guard in the town?" The little ponytailer Angru widened his eyes, and the bruises on his face had not subsided yet. The half-boy shouted in a hoarse voice: "Sir, don't tease me!"

"I'm not kidding." Winters patted the ponytail on the shoulder: "You can't keep working on the ponytail, right? Being a guard will not delay you from giving land. You can do it first in the town, work until you are twenty years old, and you can continue working after returning from the first term of service. Mayor Mitchell and I agreed that this position will be reserved for you."

Winters originally liked the little ponytail who knew the horses in front of him, because this kid always reminded him of Bud. Not to mention that the little ponytail saved his life by fighting the bear hunting battle, he also wanted to find an opportunity to express his gratitude.
To be continued...