"Prepare the plan." Mathew Bade stopped thinking further and signaled his men to get ready to leave.
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Golden autumn, Old World, Brittania, Count Glamorgan.
Laine was riding his pure-blooded elf warhorse Grapes, patrolling his domain. His army, apart from the Dwarves and Knights, had been temporarily disbanded. The soldiers were busy returning home for the harvest. This year was another bumper harvest. Golden grains filled the barns, smiles were on everyone's faces, and groups of children played and frolicked in the countryside.
The peasants used carts or yokes to transport the grain. First, the Lake God Prophets under Mogiana collected the tithing, followed by Laine's tax officials collecting the fixed tax. After these taxes were paid, the remaining grain belonged to the peasants.
