After examining the panicked expression on the girl's face, the knight slowly turned the horse's head back.

"What if I keep going north until I can't find my way and I don't run into anyone?"

The girl seemed to have been poked by something, and she couldn't speak.

"You don't live around here, do you?" the knight was somewhat sure, this girl who seemed to be a Mayflower lived in the town nine times out of ten.

"Why are you here, it's so far from town, and you're still alone. ”

The girl stuck out her tongue as if embarrassed, but this shy gesture made the knight feel a little novel.

"Oh, you're afraid that the wild girl didn't come out of nowhere, didn't the family tell you how to talk in front of men?"

The girl gave the knight a blank look as if she was angry, this person was indeed sent by Sardin to punish herself, and she said angrily

"I dare, you weren't taught by a good family, otherwise how could you talk so much to a girl of unknown origin. ”

If it was a few years ago, the José Knight would definitely lose his temper, but with the passage of time, some things that he cared about in the past, and now he looks at it again, it is just a few things in the eyes of ordinary people, and what qualifications do he have, and he doesn't need to know you at all, it would be too stupid.

The knight looked at this really beautiful girl, and he was inexplicably a little envious. He rode past the girl and, with a slight mention, brought her on horseback.

"I thought about it just now, since I don't have any education, and I'm in a hurry, I might as well just throw you on horseback, and when you think about it, I will put you down, isn't that just right?"

The girl struggled a few times to jump off the horse, but when the José knight sensed the movement behind her, he did not stop him, but increased the speed of the horse slightly, and then said jokingly:

"If you want to try what it's like to fall off a horse, then move hard, I won't stop you. ”

The girl's writhing body visibly stagnated, and the knight walked along the road with his horse whipped.

"No, it's right ahead, you just turn left from this fork in the road......"

Soon, a town appeared in front of the knight's eyes, and after the town appeared, the knight stopped his horse and placed the girl on Lin.

Sarina asked José, "Freak, what are you doing here?" ”

The knight was about to answer, but he saw several robbers in the distance, chasing two peasants who were still carrying saddles.

Following José's eyes, Sarina also saw the bad scene, she frowned slightly, and explained: "This is the inhabitants of several villages near the town, our place is an area that no one cares about, even my father, with great effort, is just from this wilderness, such a place for merchants to settle down." ”

The knight didn't say anything, but there was a slight smile on his face under the half-covered helmet.

"I didn't know that before, but I understand now. ”

The girl stood still in a daze, trying to guess the meaning of the knight's words, but she saw the knight rush out towards the bandits, like a hurricane blowing in the north, and like a god guarding the order.

"Hey, they have a gang behind them, aren't you afraid that they will retaliate against you?"

However, the knight did not reply, and to the rebuke and invective of the robbers, the knight cleanly removed their heads from their necks, as if they had not been there in the first place, but had just happened to be hung from several dry corpses.

Where did the farmer, who was still running for his life, tell such a bloody scene, and the so-called last struggle he just now was just to run to the town as soon as possible, so that he could avoid a catastrophe.

Of course, these farmers and robbers have some unwritten rules behind their backs, robbers can make money, but they are not allowed to kill, and it is this kind of forbearance that allows them to achieve such a large scale.

But now someone broke the rules, and he had a shiny sword, and shiny armor.

When he passed by the girl again, he never said a word, not a word, or even a simple look to him.

The knight threw his head in the town's square, and the townspeople looked at him, and several merchants scraped together a sum of money to hire José to work for them.

José haughtily rejected them, just as he had rejected the vassals he had met on his way.

He saw a few unkind glances in the crowd, and compared to the people he met in Abbasquia's palace, the knight felt that letting them play a conspiracy was like watching a rat play a trick.

The gang informants spat at him, then left the town, resting with their boss and brothers, to discuss what to do with the arrogant traveler.

They had a comprehensive plan, that when he came out of the town, they would put him on the ground and beat him, and then strip him of his armor and clothes, and that the money he had obtained should be exchanged for two deaths.

José subconsciously touched the armor that had been scattered into slag, and before he knew it, he had dismounted and walked into the forest again, and he stood upright, as if it were a tree.

Although he is a knight, the so-called warrior who returned from the Southern Expedition, more often than not, he just feels that he is just a veteran, but the worst category.

"A true sword is never broken by overuse. Only by storing it away is the greatest torture and destruction. ”

These were the words given to him by a quartermaster who gave him his first dagger, and the month after the quartermaster gave him the dagger, José was given a sword and the quartermaster's message.

I remember him, before he joined the army, he seemed to be a clerk in the city. But the knight of Jose did not believe it, and where the quartermaster was killed, more than a dozen arrows were inserted into his body, all of which went deep into his armor, but he still fought bravely against these arrows, until the blood on the arrows finally cleared his blood, and the "clerk" finally fell, slowly losing consciousness.

So he must be a liar, if the imperial documents were so fierce, as early as two hundred years ago, those Adamians might have crossed the sea redundantly.

But the José knight still took this sentence to heart, even if he was a liar, it made sense.

He casually threw the broken sword he was carrying on the ground, and then found a random place to sit down.

"How old is it, isn't that José Knight who can kill four gangs in one go? ”

Jose turned his head a little confused, he had already settled the rewards of those mercenaries, and many things to deal with, no matter what, there should be no acquaintances to disturb him first, and even more so, the owner of this voice is still a woman.

"It's not good to bully a few people who don't even know how to use a sword. The knight replied casually, but he crouched down with great speed and made a gesture of evasion.

In the south, on a sparkling sea, a wooden ship is still moving slowly, and the workers and sailors on board are singing trumpets, the wind is not very strong today, but the air is not very clear, but in any case, it is already worth boasting about on the sea.

Orlando lay quietly in the captain's room, and it wasn't until he had been on board for a few days that he realized how lucky it was to sleep with only one man, a cramped cabin, but satisfying to his heart.

Well, although Captain Will didn't bother to take a bath, one Rao tasted better than dozens of people not bathing.

There were rats in the deck of the first floor, scurrying around day and night, and if they hadn't spiritually avoided the planks that carried the water, perhaps the ship would have to sink by now.

As for the deck on the second floor. There are piles of things that rats like to eat, but rats are not common. If Orlando were a rat, he wouldn't have made his home on the second deck, knowing that a few rats died shortly after each landing.

The view from the deck could not attract Orlando anymore, everywhere it was an endless blue, compared to what he had experienced on land, it was a terrible nightmare, and only the gold that appeared in front of him when he lay on the blanket could comfort his soul.

"Gold Mine...... You lovely thing. ”

When he was away from home, Orlando felt like he could handle everything he saw, but now, Orlando is trying to plan more for his trip. Roughly considering that it would take a lot of time and manpower to find a gold mine, he decided to use his savings and the merchant's trick to get close to it, and buy a few reliable and clever guys with him.

But to his bewilderment, only a young sailor, like him, who had made a first trip to the south, had expressed some interest in it, and the others, especially those who had been going to and from Abbasid enterprises and ports all year round, had always been very taboo about the place, as if something terrible was hidden there.

But the young man Rao was confident that he had forgotten these things, and he believed that there would be great wealth waiting for him in front of him, just like the young sailor who trusted him unconditionally. He admired the sailor very much, and at the age of sixteen or seventeen, he had such a firm and lofty ambition, and such a young man could inherit his mantle.

Yes, his mantle. He didn't take those titles and lands seriously, and in his opinion, none of them was as good as his lofty ambitions and ambitions. The so-called aristocracy is roughly nothing more than that.

On this vast shore, his "heresy" grew like a mad seed under the nourishment of merchants and captains.

Until a few years later, when he became a "rich" character, Orlando would still look back on this time of wandering with that inexplicable attachment, which may be the heart of a prodigal son at sea.

But in any case, the decision-makers of the empire had already made a plan at this time, and with the support of the nobility and the royal family, the monks finally legally obtained the rights and financial rights they had longed for.

However, scholars hundreds of years later believed that the passage of this bill was the precursor to the rise of the clerical class.

"We have to think about it from an economic point of view, ostensibly it is just a form of preparation and extraction of funds for the emperor personally, but in fact it gives the clergy a reasonable right to turn them into a real ruling class, which must be an important metamorphosis from 'pure spiritual workers' to 'secular gangs'. ”

In any case, it is true that the clergy at this time were still a non-existent group, and they had a wide range of followers, but if they dared to abandon their partnership with the current ruling class, they could still be trampled to death like an ant.

Although many commoners have recognized the "Gospel", at present, in the world of theology, the highest position in the world, the most pious, the most faithful and wise, is still their emperor, and neither the archbishop can take the place of emperor.

Therefore, it was advantageous for the clergy to be supported by the royal family, but this deformed development would eventually make the clergy more and more distant from the political center, and in fact, without the series of important decisions that His Majesty Perris made next, they might have been assimilated into the bureaucracy, or even the eunuchs of the East.

Since the clergy were indeed full of desire for the "tithing tax", they had already had a high demand among the people, and many citizens with savings did not reject this expenditure, on the contrary, under the attitude of the monks who did not wedge their service, many people with sufficient savings did not feel sad after donating this money, but felt a burst of relief.

"When you drop Imperial Gold into the cash box, your soul is one step closer to the garden of Sardinia. ”

"Sardinia will know, Sardinia will remember!"

In just one week, the "Eleventh Tax" in the vicinity of the Emperor Que had been paid, and in this tax, the citizens had once again made the most outstanding contribution, and they would not have known that in the current imperial system, the heaviest tax would always come from the middle and lower strata of these societies

"The nobles happily took out 80,000 yuan, and the merchants provided 70,000 yuan. The most pious and confident citizens of the Sardinia offered the most of the shares, and they took out a hundred thousand, and I did not know that our citizens were so able to make money. ”

A white-robed monk smiled and reported to the red-robed protagonists that although in Sardinia's teachings a monk should dress in simple gray and white, there were always some high-ranking priests who liked to wear brighter clothes in private a few times to show the dignity and difference of their status.

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