These days, who doesn't want to be a free man with land, a house, and a wife, but the world doesn't accommodate them, even those with force can't necessarily have a piece of land to call their own.
Anya couldn't help but look up, with a question in her heart.
Has all the land been divided?
What about you?
In this era, great aristocrats amassed their wealth through vast estates, and often the Lord was the largest landowner.
Duncan smiled slightly but did not answer.
It's the limitation of the times, he doesn't need to say much more.
The candle flickered.
Anya, looking at Duncan's firm expression, bit her lip and said, "Then I'll set off tomorrow and send someone to make the North African fleet come over."
"I'll find a way to bring over a batch of food and weapons."
The starting funds still relied on Anya, for Duncan had people under him, but the exiles were still a group of poor folks.