Mercenaries and Adventurers

On the rock wall of Yemei Town, the town guards saw the successfully returned convoy from a distance. When they saw the heir to the baronet standing in the first carriage, they all cheered.

Holding high the spears and shields tied with the emblem of the Sasse family, everyone crowded on the shooting platform beside the wall, cheering and jumping. Many people didn't know why they cheered, but the convoy set off and returned. It seems that they brought back a Victory, right?

Bel-sas waved to the guards on the wall, but said to Keir who was riding beside the carriage: "Don't you think about it again? As long as you and I lead the team to fight, cheers and victories like this, It’s bound to happen. Then the whole town will be cheering for you and me.”

"This will be the highest praise a knight can receive. People will call the knight who defeats the flesh demon a hero, bards will write psalms of praise for this, and various gods and churches will engrave the battle on the stone wall to record it. It will be left for people thousands of years from now to visit and learn.”

Keir was unmoved. He raised his finger and pointed at the young villagers outside the town who were gradually gathering outside the southeast gate of the town. He responded sarcastically: "Don't think about things that haven't happened yet. You see, the problem last night has not happened yet." The real solution is that those people blocked the road. To be honest, what happened last night was just a reaction after the pressure accumulated to a certain level. Don't tell me you don't know this?"

Bel-Sas snorted, turned around and called to the family soldiers on vehicles in other towns behind him, asking these powerful and well-equipped soldiers to drive away the people blocking the road at the gate.

Kiel quickly rode on his horse to stop these soldiers, but these soldiers did not dare to pass the knight Kiel and turned to look at their master. In response, the heir to the baron asked directly: "What? This is a matter of Sars County, you want to interfere? Well, you can intervene, you can solve this matter, but then you have to go out together to deal with those monsters, how about it?"

Not taking the issue at all, Kil lifted up his steel visor and said with a smile: "Forget it, I just want to remind you that there is often more than one way to solve the problem. For the villagers outside the town who are blocking the roads and doors, you might as well send a convoy. Go to the Saturnine priests there, let the priests persuade them, understand the thoughts and needs of the people, and simply satisfy them. There is no need to use strong methods to solve the problem."

"Satisfy them? Today you blocked the door and begged me for something. What about tomorrow? What should I give them? Don't be stupid, Knight Kil." Bel-Sas didn't listen to Kil's method at all. He waved his hand and said, His elite soldiers bypassed the horses blocking the road.

Then he shouted orders to the town guards on the wall, asking the cheering people above to go to the gate and come out from the inside to drive away the crowd blocking the road.

After Kil stopped him for a moment, he stopped licking the blood grass and did not continue to follow the convoy. He just stood on the side of the road and watched everything.

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The elite soldiers who went out to clean up some parasitic monsters acted very rudely and were not calm mentally. They rushed to the people blocking the road before the convoy, and directly relied on their tall and strong bodies and the clothes on their bodies. Wearing armor and equipment, they struggled against dozens of village youths blocking the road.

These young villagers outside the town basically never had enough to eat and were very weak. How could they stop the elite soldiers who had meat to eat every day?

As soon as they made contact, they were pushed back by the smaller number of soldiers.

They cursed loudly, which was immediately met with retaliation from the soldiers who were equally rude. However, the soldiers did not rely on verbal abuse to fight back. They directly slapped the young people in the face. The strong palms with leather gloves were surprisingly strong. The young people who were beaten fell dizzy and fell to the ground, and then their hands and feet were grabbed by the soldiers. Throw it on the side of the road.

This made the young villagers behind who had not been beaten take a few steps back in fear, so the soldiers took a few steps forward.

Seemingly seeing how useful this was, the soldiers shouted a few times and then waved their arms or turned sideways and bumped forward with their shoulders.

Keir saw the young people blocking the road like wooden pins knocked down by bowling balls, twisting left and right, wailing. Some people wanted to fight back, but after hitting the soldiers with their bare hands, they found that the soldiers who were beaten were not painful or itchy.

But the soldiers' counterattack was not something that these young men, who had barely eaten a few meals, could afford.

However, they still have an advantage, that is, there are many people. After casually saying hello to the back, more young men and women sunbathing immediately rushed over. As soon as these people joined in, the elite soldiers who were punching and kicking to clear the way were immediately surrounded by villagers from the front, rear and left.

Someone wanted to draw a weapon and slash, but was stopped by the baron heir who was still standing on the carriage. Therefore, although the soldiers were surrounded by people in front, back and left, they still waved their fists to solve the problem.

Strangely enough, the fighting was in full swing, but the young villagers did not approach the carriage loaded with firewood. In other words, these resentful young villagers outside the town did not dare to approach the heir to the baron who was wearing a knight's steel armor.

Kil curled his lips and sighed.

Knight-level warriors with superhuman combat capabilities have formed the extremely stable and cold-blooded grassroots of society in this other world.

Even if hundreds of people without weapons and equipment start a rebellion, they will not be a match for a single well-armed knight-level warrior. Even though Bel-Sath was not riding a knight's war horse at this time and did not have an absolute advantage in mobility, it was enough to crush these people in other aspects.

Looking at it this way, although the soldiers and village youths were fighting lively at this time, in fact no one present had any intention of escalating the scene.

There were two knights behind the soldiers (including Kiel, after all, they had just left town together in the morning), so even though they were surrounded and fought by village youths with more than ten times the number of people, they still remained calm. If you don't use weapons, don't use weapons. After all, the sophisticated equipment on your body is not fake. If you let people hit you with bare hands, these people can't do anything to them.

Although the young villagers were all full of resentment and kept swearing and making obscene gestures, most of the curses they said had nothing to do with the Sasse family as the lords. They mostly involved the families of the town guards and their ancestors. Even the obscene gestures made during the fight were all directed towards the wall.

Although the fight at this time was bigger than last night, there were many people but it was not chaotic. No one rushed over to attack the convoy, no one approached the baron heir standing on the carriage, and no one climbed up and attacked the town wall and southeast gate. .

Rather than a riot or rebellion, Keir thought, this was more like a 'performance', a 'coquettishness' to the actual manager of the town at this time.

And the baron heir, who was standing steadily on the carriage, seemed to understand this.

Keir rolled his eyes and tried to look at the matter from the perspective of the two, rather than an outside third party. After thinking for a while, I finally understood something behind it.

Facing the villagers outside the town blocking the convoy, Bell Sass, the first heir of the Sass family, could not agree so directly. Firstly, it would damage the majesty and intimidation of the noble family in the local area, and secondly, it would be afraid that other people outside the town would continue to imitate it after agreeing.

Therefore, he would never agree to such a thing.

Besides, he is only the heir to the title, not the real Baron Sass himself. He cannot make this decision that will inevitably damage the majesty of the family. Perhaps some small requests from people outside the town who agreed to block the road could ease the increasingly tense relationship at this time, but doing so would also damage his personal political rights.

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While Keir was watching this 'lively performance', the originally closed southeast gate of the town opened inward, and hundreds of town guards walked out with a rumble.

These guards, armed with spears and spears, rushed out of the door and spread out quickly like hedgehogs made of wood and metal.

While they stepped vigorously, making a very shocking sound of shaking footsteps on the ground, they shouted at the rioting crowd: "Back off! Everyone back off! Otherwise, the tips of the guns will be stained with blood!"

The guards at the front crossed their spears and pushed the troubled villagers back. Guys who fell to the ground in the crowd were pulled out, repaired severely and thrown aside.

With the help of these newly added town guards, the elite soldiers who had an absolute disadvantage in numbers quickly reversed the situation.

Pushing, beating, shouting, the road to the town was finally opened.

Bel-Sass, who had always had a cold face, snorted and waved his hand, and then the convoy started moving again.

He turned to look at Kiel, who was stationary, and asked loudly: "Knight Kiel, why don't you come in and have something to eat and drink together? The cook at home is good at some delicious food, how about a temporary rest? The convoy just happened to be unloading things. It will take a while.”

Kil waved his hand and responded in the same loud voice: "No, there is food and drink in my camp."

The loggers who were sitting in the vehicle jumped out of the vehicle when the convoy passed through the Kiel team camp and did not follow them into the town to unload the wood.

No longer caring about the affairs of Ye Mei Town, Kil returned to the team's camp and immediately asked the cooks to prepare some temporary food to replenish their physical strength for the loggers who had been busy for most of the morning.

Logging is hard work. If you don't eat and drink enough, your physical strength will not be able to keep up with the efficiency.

Therefore, as soon as Keir gave the instructions, the cooks in the team immediately got busy, calling on the assistants to light up the fire, taking out the bags of wheat flour, adding water and kneading them aside to form a rough dough. It also did not ferment, or there was not enough. Fermentation time, or there is no natural yeast, directly make the unfermented dough into pancakes and bake them on the side of the hot iron pot.

Soon it was baked into white and brown thin wheat cakes.

The wheat flour that has not been carefully ground is still very coarse, but the aroma of the wheat cakes baked in this way is even better. Not to mention the woodcutters who have been working all morning, regardless of the hot wheat cakes, they all reached out to take it and ate it. Tongue. Keir also sniffed the wheat cakes that were filled with the aroma of wheat, and caught two of them without taking off his gloves.

Holding it in his hand and fanning it back and forth, Kil would not be as embarrassed as the lumberjacks around him who were burned by the prepared wheat cakes. He cooled down the wheat cakes in his hands, one for himself and one for licking the blood grass, and each one chewed the freshly baked food with their mouths wide open.

The wheat cake was still very hot, but as Kil tried to concentrate the life energy in his body on his mouth and tongue, he didn't feel it was so hot anymore.

Unfermented wheat cakes are very tough and difficult to swallow after repeated chewing, but this way you can chew them back and forth without burning your throat. The blood-licking grass is much more casual. With a roll of his tongue, this guy rolls the wheat cake into his mouth and starts chewing it.

After eating one, this guy felt that it was not enough, and frequently poked his head towards the new wheat cakes that were still baking in the iron pot.

"You're not afraid of getting burned! Be careful if your tongue gets burned off!" He cursed with a smile and licked the blood grass, and then Kil took off his helmet and sat there.

Priest Batar and Bloodfang Master gathered around. The former asked about the trouble that had just occurred on the logging convoy. He was worried and scratched his head as he walked back and forth. The latter was curious about the thrilling experience the team had in the logging camp to the west when they went out to collect wood in the morning.

Facing the worried Priest Batal, Kil told him part of his guess, which made the Priest Batal very angry: "Confused! The more times like this, the more we must unite together! The enemy is not a human being, but a monster that is hostile to human beings! Really, in the face of such a monster, no one will please and flatter, and no one will surrender. It is a good time to unite everyone!"

"It's so confusing! It's a shame that even now, people are still tied up by one or another reason, dividing people into the inner and outer towns. What happened to the companions of the church? Were they just watching like that? No one cares? No one say something?"

Kil smiled bitterly: "What do you want them to do with the four Saturnine priests in the convoy? Jump out of the car and join the rioting people? And then resist the soldiers and guards of the Sasse family together? Then the future Church of Saturn in Yemei Town will still be Can't it be opened? Calm down, buddy, if I do everything as you said, I think the Church of the God of Agriculture will be driven out of Yemei Town next year, and we will have to organize churches in one of the surrounding villages."

Kiel's words were like a basin of cold water, pouring over the angry Priest Batal.

The reality was colder than cold water, causing Priest Batal to sit on the ground slumped and punch the soil hard with his fists.

Bloody Fangster looked amused: "The dirt on the ground is not the young man in armor just now. You can't hurt him no matter how hard you hit him. Haha."

The priest glared at the joking Xueyaster, patted his light red priest's robe, and then ran to the village gathering point outside the town next door: "I'll treat their injuries. If you need anything, come find me there!!"

After Priest Batar passed through the area guarded by the armed team, Kil and Bloody Fangster talked about the morning's events again.

The heir to the baron still refuses to give up the solicitation, as well as the other party's plans, the responsibility and ambition behind it, and so on. It's some kind of parasitic monster that's a little more powerful, but not that powerful, at least it looks a lot more scary. As well as the two newly acquainted priests of the Sun God Church in Yemei Town.

"Is it that powerful? Can a priest with thin arms throw a long staff made of metal so far?"

Bloody Fangster looked incredulous.

"Of course, the power is not small. The impact point hundreds of meters away is so big."

Kil stretched out his hand in front of him and made two empty draws: "Even the bigger ones were burned to ashes by the falling glowing and hot long staff. Ha, there are still a few stupid parasitic monsters hiding in the hot ashes, thinking They wanted to ambush me and take away the staff. But I shot them all one by one, picked them out from the ground and stabbed them to death."

At this point, the blood-licking grass next to him, who was drinking water and eating beans, came over and neighed.

"Oh, yes, you helped kill two of them too! I didn't forget, don't hit me with your head. The one you trample to death counts as my defeat. I am the master! What's yours is mine!"

The horse's ears twitched and he looked at Keir.

Kil patted its head hard, and the guy continued to eat.

"Do you want to go again in the afternoon?" Bloody Fangster asked.

Keir took a wheat cake and took a bite: "Of course, we can at least go one more time. If we save it, plus our truck yesterday, the wood will be enough for Yemei Town for a while. In fact, the problem is far away. It’s not that serious. If we don’t have firewood, can we demolish the houses in the town?”

He shrugged: "The problem is never on the surface, but the imbalance of resources inside and outside the town."

"Unbalanced?" Bloody Fangster chewed on this set of words that Kil said, rubbing his chin with his palms.

At this time, Mr. Barfoot came over with a proud look on his face. He held a small notebook full of things written in his hand and handed it to Keir. Please take a look at the detailed list of exchanges and the list of funds spent."

Keir took the small notebook and looked at what was written on it.

Next to him, Mr. Bafoot and Bloody Fangster were talking. After a few simple exchanges, facing the confused Bloody Fangster, Mr. Bafoot cheerfully explained: "This imbalance is very simple. There are too many people outside the town. , but there is little firewood that can be used to make a fire, and some brave young people have to risk crossing the dug trenches to collect it in nearby fields and villages. There are few people in the town, but they have already stocked up on fuel, and do they still have houses? It is also possible to temporarily dismantle some wooden houses in order to eat."

He gestured with an invisible scale on his hand: "There are many people, outside the town." He raised his left hand.

"There are few people in the town." He put down his right hand.

"There is plenty of firewood in the town." He raised his right hand.

"There is little firewood, and there is still a risk of life, outside the town." Put down his left hand.

Finally, Mr. Barfoot curled his lips and said, "That's it."

"Why is this happening! How long has it been!" Xueyangster was speechless. He pointed at the surrounding refugee team: "Can't they be like us, where everyone's food, drink, and housing are temporarily and evenly distributed? ?At least resist the difficult times..."

This statement amused Mr. Barfoot: "Ste, what are you thinking about?"

"We are either refugees with nothing, or we are poor people who were rescued by the Kiel Knights. We took out our pockets, and the pockets were cleaner than our faces. And everyone owes the Kiel Knights too much, so that we can be in the presence of the Kiel Knights." With the approval of the government, this temporary refugee team was organized and became more and more powerful."

Pointing at Yemei Town with his little finger, Mr. Barfoot laughed softly: "And here? The lord families, business associations, rich people, and residents of the town all have their own properties, as well as the town's force to protect these properties. Take refuge outside the town Where are the people from the village who came?”

"Although we brought everything that each family could bring, you and I both know that the most important wealth of farmers is the land and houses they own. They can't take any of these with them."

Finally, Mr. Barfoot said sarcastically: "When we were doing business just now, I had a few chats with people from the chamber of commerce in the town. Haha, it's easy to get rich only in times of disaster. Although those chambers of commerce can no longer do caravan business, but these days Since then, I haven’t made less money.”

He shook his head and looked at the villagers outside the town on the left and right sides of the refugee camp with an unknown emotion in his eyes, looking at these villagers who were becoming increasingly poor.