He is a Time traveler

It had been three days since the funeral of his father, Hank .Williams.

Clark had been overwhelmed with matters concerning his father Hank these past few days.

The dilapidated barony was a mess left behind by his father.

The barren Williams territory suffered from food shortages, and due to poverty, few merchants were willing to come here, and there were no decent local products.

Apart from some difficult-to-develop veins of ore...

And the martial Normandie Kingdom was a hot-blooded and warlike kingdom, and the bandits seemed to have inherited such a fine tradition, making the borders always very unsafe.

Because there was no money, he couldn't afford to maintain an army, and without soldiers, the security was poor.

And this led to a vicious cycle.

Clark sighed, put down the quill in his hand, and dealing with these various affairs was actually particularly vexing.

Although as a baron he could not avoid these things, there were usually officials to assist in handling them.

However, the Williams territory was so poor that it could not even afford an official.

His father Hank's funeral had spent the last gold coin in his pocket.

Although there was a lot of bad news, there was not a lack of good news.

He is a Time traveler from the earth, and he had his own golden finger.

"Young master, please have some tea."

The delicate personal maid had been with Clark since she was a child, and she was the one Clark had grown up with.

The maid's white skirt swayed slightly, and her pretty face made Clark feel a bit dazed.

As long as he was willing, the little maid could serve him at any time.

Indeed, she had grown quite a bit plump.

Clark unconsciously glanced at the Well-developed breasts.

Then, a panel also came into his view.

Alice

Martial value: 10

Strategy: 73

Loyalty: 100

Special Talent: None

Evaluation: C

Clark could be sure of one thing, that this panel was indeed only visible to him.

Although this world has magic and alchemy.

But such a game-like panel is indeed a special ability that has never been recorded in any books.

Martial value represents Alice's combat value, the higher the Martial value, the greater the strength, and the more agile the body.

Strategy represents intelligence, the higher this value, the higher the affinity with mana.

Loyalty is easy to understand.

Maid Alice is 100% loyal to him.

Clark picked up the tea by Alice's hand and took a sip, feeling the aroma of the tea spreading in his mouth.

He couldn't help but admire the noble life.

"Young master, are you alright?"

Everyone in the territory called Clark "master," but only Alice did not change her address and still called him young master.

Alice was very concerned about Clark's mental state. The young master who had just lost his father inherited the territory, but he must not be happy.

After all, he is only sixteen years old and has not yet reached the age of adulthood.

The little maid was also very clear about how bad the situation in the Williams territory was.

If this continues, it is feared that the last hundred-person guard will be disbanded because they cannot afford the salary.

"I'm fine."

Clark sorted out his thoughts, and he was not too upset.

At least he still had a cheap father-in-law who was alive and well, in the neighboring Martin territory.

Clark had seen Baron Martin many times, and every time he always called this baron "uncle" affectionately. His smiling appearance was deeply ingrained in Clark's heart.

The most common phrase on Baron Martin's lips was that no matter what difficulties one encountered, one could always come to him for help.

However, Clark was not without self-awareness.

Now that his father Hank is dead, the kindness that existed in his memory is also uncertain.

But for now, he really couldn't even take out a silver coin.

Baron Martin might be able to give him some help.

But Clark didn't pin too much hope on him.

Right, there's also the warehouse...

The place where items from generations of family heads are stored might have some valuable items.

After all, the immediate economic pressure needs to be alleviated.

...

The warehouse was filled with clutter.

To be honest, this warehouse full of spider webs hasn't been tidied up for who knows how long.

The most abundant items here were various calligraphy and paintings and vases placed casually.

These were the things used to adorn the noble's door.

Generations of Williams family heads bought them at high prices from merchants, but most of them were not valuable.

A painting bought for fifty gold coins of Normandy could be considered a stroke of luck to be sold for ten silver coins.

After all, these were just decorations.

In fact, whether the things a noble hangs out are elegant or not is more related to status.

Clark thought he lived a clear life and somewhat despised the taste of the generations of family heads.

'Clang!'

A gorgeous noble sword was casually drawn by Clark, but it was all show and no substance.

This iron sword, which no one maintained, was already rusty.

He casually threw away the sword and casually picked up a dusty box.

The box had a silver-gray carved pattern, a soaring eagle.

This thing was somewhat familiar, but Clark couldn't think of its origin for a while.

"Emblem?"

The heavy golden emblem fell into his hand with a heavy feeling.

This small emblem was exquisitely carved with a golden eagle that was lifelike.

It turned out to be a gladiator emblem!

Clark felt a bit surprised.

Normandy is a kingdom that advocates supreme martial power.

Every year, a grand gladiator competition is held.

At that time, whether nobles or commoners, even many other races will come to watch.

But only legal nobles or commoners of Normandy can participate in the gladiator competition.

This is a battle full of honor.

As long as one obtains this gladiator emblem, one can enjoy free services from any small shop in Normandy without charge.

In those large chambers of commerce, one can also get the lowest discount.

Most importantly, the holder of the emblem can also ask the current king to help with a feasible task.

So, this heavy golden emblem is probably the most valuable thing in his warehouse.

But the grandfather who won the medal, Dirk, has already passed away.