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Looking at the prayer hall, the tax collector was already sure that these people were not the villagers of the farm.

The hunters in the farmstead set traps or used muskets, but the tax collectors did not believe that they had the courage to stand up to the armies of the nobles, let alone take the initiative without hesitation.

When the peasants leave their homes in strange places, they may not only be brave and even cruel, but in their own homes and in the land, they become obedient lambs, and the tax collector knows that these villagers will not be an exception now.

So what exactly dared them to stand up to the army of the Duke of Naples?

"Who is it?" The tax collector shouted into the prayer hall, "I know you're inside, stand up and talk to me, or I'll have the whole farm burned." ”

"He's going to do it, this guy is going to do it." Elliott whispered, "If it were me, I would do the same, or take the women hostage, which would be vile but certainly effective." ”

"I know," Alexander nodded in agreement, and although there were countless books describing chivalry, he preferred to believe that it was made up by people who wanted it, "that he would take women and children hostage, or simply have the whole house burned." ”

Speaking of this, Alexander smiled at Elliot, "So now is the time for you to come forward, my lord." ”

Elliott was stunned when Alexander suddenly opened the door and pushed him out of the door with a hard push.

"Someone!" The enemy on the opposite side immediately stirred, and someone had already raised his spear to poke Elliott.

"Stop, I'm Elliot of Taranto, son of Count Hawzen, heir to Taranto's domain!" Elliot shouted loudly, knowing that if he slowed down a little, he might be stabbed into a honeycomb by these ruffians.

The tax collector's face was no better than that of the somewhat panicked Elliot, and the sudden appearance of the Taranto man had apparently completely disrupted his previous plans, and the surprise was unbearable for him, and to make matters worse, he did not know why this man had come here.

Could it be that the Count of Taranto had decided to make enemies of Naples, or rather the Duke?

This thought made the tax collector feel the seriousness of the matter.

"How to prove your identity." The tax collector wants to make one last effort, and if it can be proven that the person is just impersonating then everything will be fine.

"I can't prove myself," Elliot said indifferently, "but if you're going to kill me under that pretext, you're going to risk my father's insane revenge, and a reminder that I'm his only son." ”

The tax collector's face trembled slightly, and he wanted to give the order to chop up this nasty fellow, but he knew that this man was not wrong, and he did not dare to take that risk.

After all, Taranto not only had strong infantry, but also a navy that was not much inferior to the Venetians, and they almost formed a maritime division with the Venetians at the northern and southern ends of the Adriatic Sea, and with a strong navy, the Taranto even dared to compete with the Ottoman Empire that they now look forward to.

Killing the heir of such a place is a risk that no one dares to take, even if the identity of this person cannot be confirmed until now.

The tax collector suddenly felt that his head was a little bigger, and he even hated how these subordinates around him could be so incompetent, if he had killed this person in the melee just now, things would not have become so difficult to manage.

"So what are you doing here?" The tax collector stares at Elliott, hoping to find a hole in the man's face and expose him as a liar, and then he can even use this excuse to kill people hiding in the prayer hall without fear of being reviled on his back.

However, Elliot obviously didn't want him to get his wish, or had already guessed the tax collector's thoughts, so he met the other party's eyes without fear, and even took a few steps forward: "Although I don't think I need to answer your question, but you have now invaded the territory belonging to my future stepmother, so I can tell you my purpose for coming here, I came here to protect the territory belonging to my future stepmother, or rather belonging to Taranto." ”

"Wait a minute, your future stepmother's territory," the tax collector looked at Elliot in surprise, and then only a little thought made it clear what he was talking about, the tax collector suddenly smiled, he felt that he had found an opportunity to break the deadlock in front of him, "I think you may have misunderstood my young master, Countess Ferdinand of Cosenza is engaged to my master, Duke Ferdinand of Naples, and she is now the future Duchess of Naples, and of course maybe the future queen if possible." ”

"This is impossible," Elliott was surprised, "my father has already negotiated a marriage with Kessel of Cosenza, and he cannot agree to marry his sister to Frederick's son." ”

"You may have misunderstood," perhaps because Elliott said that others could not easily know that the matter proved his identity, and the tax collector's tone became a lot more polite, "not to Prince Alfred, but to His Royal Highness the Duke himself." And this marriage contract has been agreed to by the Count of Cosenza, and I think the whole of Naples must have known by this time. ”

"What did you say?" This time Elliott was really completely confused, he wanted to say something but found that he couldn't find the right words, because unexpectedly he couldn't help but look back at the prayer hall behind him, as if he wanted to see Alexander's expression after hearing the news.

Alexander really didn't expect things to change like this, and he couldn't help but look at Bolery next to him, and saw that it was Bellery who also cast a blank gaze at him.

"My lord, I think you can leave now, and I will have a horse prepared for you, or you will have time to choose a new bride for your father, so that you can continue to spread the word about your rights elsewhere."

The tax collector seemed to be respectful but sarcastic in his words, and although he did not dare to act rashly against an earl's heir, he could sarcastically mock him in unreasonable terms, especially after he had gained the upper hand.

Elliot stared at the tax collector unwillingly, he also tried to find out the flaws in the other party's lying, but all he saw was a mocking smile, and this smile was still on his face just now.

"Now we're going to deal with these rioting peasants and get them all out of me!" The tax collector no longer paid attention to the somewhat bewildered Elliot, for whom the sudden appearance of the noble young master was no longer a threat.

The duke's soldiers shouted at once, they raised their weapons at the gate, and they were answered by the roar of another musket!

Everyone dodged, and while the shot didn't pose any threat, the attack that was about to begin was immediately thwarted.

"Damn it." The tax collector couldn't help but curse in a low voice, although he had already heard that the other party seemed to have only one musket firing all the time, but the previous setbacks made him worry that this was another trap for the other party, and he did not dare to risk attacking easily.

"I said," Elliot walked slowly, glancing at the prayer hall from afar, and then raised his hand and pointed to the window where Ulliu was, "See, there's only one of them with a musket, it's a Moor, you just have to let your people avoid that window." ”

The tax collector looked at Elliott, then at the window, and then bowed slightly: "Thank you, my lord, I will convey your kindness to His Royal Highness the Duke, and I hope to see you again at the Duke's wedding." ”

"It's also my pleasure." Elliot finished with a smile and turned unhurriedly and walked out of the farmstead.

Behind him, came the cold order of the tax collector: "Rush in, I want to see the leader hanged at the gate, ready to attack!" ”

Elliot walked out of the crumbling wooden gate before stopping, looking back and looking disappointed.

"What a pity, the plains of Agri, to Frederick."

The tax collector's men are real soldiers, which means that in these turbulent times, they have experienced life and death on the battlefield.

The initial surprise and the endless traps of their opponents did cause them to suffer unexpected blows, which even made them somewhat afraid, but once they relented, these setbacks only inspired the cruelty and anger that had gone through the bloody battle.

According to the tax collector's command, they first approached the door along the dead corner of the wall, and immediately after receiving the order, they struggled to attack the door, and the simple wooden door of the prayer hall could not withstand the impact of these people, and with a loud bang, the wooden door was slammed open!

Then several prepared spears immediately stabbed wildly into the door, and at the same time, under the cover of the spears, two soldiers rushed into the house with swords and quickly occupied positions on both sides of the door.

"Find that Moor, I'm going to skin him!" The first soldier who had been shot in the face rushed into the prayer hall with a bloody face, his whole face was pitch black, and the left half of his face was even more fleshy and bloody.

But when he rushed into the prayer hall in a murderous manner, he saw a scene that stunned him.

A group of villagers dressed meekly or panicked knelt on the ground, a mess of weapons scattered in front of them, and the way they gathered together was evident that the soldiers were already kneeling and waiting before they could break in.

And to the anger of the broken soldier, there was apparently no Moore among the men, as Elliott had spoken.

The soldiers, who had become irritable from their wounds, rushed forward and smashed the peasants on their knees with the hilts of their heavy swords, while loudly questioning them where the Moors were.

"That's enough."

The tax collector walked in and saw the scene in a deep voice, he was not a forgiving person, but there was no point in doing so at this time.

Then a soldier walked up to him: "Sir, there is a window in the back, they must have fled from there." ”

"Escaped? How many people? The tax collector turned back to the villagers and asked, "If you don't want the future lord to add to you taxes that you won't be able to pay in your lifetime, answer me." ”

"Four!" One of the villagers suddenly stood up and said, "In addition to the person who went out, there are three other people, and those people were a little panicked when they heard what you said, it was Carlo, and Carlo escaped through the back window with them." ”

After saying that, the villager said to the others who were watching him, "What are you doing watching me like this, they left us and ran away by themselves, and besides, Carlo is also the leader, and he is to blame for this." ”

The tax collector looked gloomy, he didn't care who those people were, but because the sudden appearance of these people made him aware of some kind of looming danger.

"Tell me what those people are like."

"A Moor," said the villager hurriedly, "and two young men, one of whom was a large man who seemed to belong to Cosenza, and the other who was pretty, but who looked like a foreigner. ”

The villager's words made the tax collector's heart suddenly move.

A Moorish, and a pretty-looking young foreigner, and a large man from the Cosenza family, made him think at once of the impossible.

How could it be them? What did Nashandu do?

The tax collector couldn't help but wonder how these men had escaped from Nashan, but the situation was that these people were doing his good deeds.

"Is there anything else, tell me everything you know," the tax collector asked impatiently.

"They said that Miss was coming," the villager suddenly remembered, "and they told us that Miss Cosenza would bring the army here, and that they were all bohemians, and I heard them say so. ”

"Bohemia?"

This time the tax collector could no longer hold his breath, and he turned and walked out of the prayer hall quickly, not knowing for a moment what had happened.

If he had brought the rest of the army here, he thought it was a lie made up by these people to cheer up the villagers, but they said they were bohemians.

Thinking about the few guys who were caught by Nashan and should have died a long time ago, but suddenly appeared unharmed on the Agri Plain, the tax collector was already sure that there must be something wrong with Nashan.

Will the Countess really come with bohemians?

The tax collector couldn't help but wonder, he knew too well the duke's desire for the plains of the Agri River, which made him even decide to snatch the woman that his son liked, not to mention the problem of how to divorce his current legal wife.

That's right, Duke Frederick had wives.

Although many people say behind their backs that the marriage was just a means for the royal family to ensure that the Duchess's domain was not taken away by a greedy adventurer, as the lord of three territories, Frederick's wife, Isabella Balso, was not a dispensable woman.

On the contrary, in an age when women can be dissolute but often at a loss when it comes to business, the Duchess from Venosa has shown extraordinary means.

She was now even alone in her territory to suppress a sudden rebellion.

But because of this, the tax collector knew better how important the Agri plain was to the duke.

"That Sicilian," the tax collector secretly decided, "must not let him do any more bad things." ”

Outside the farm, several figures were running in the fields, and there were no horses but their feet, and even in the cool of the night, it made people feel as if they were about to be swallowed by the flames that surrounded their bodies.

The farm had been left far behind, but a few people kept running.

This is an unobstructed plain, and with good eyesight, you can see far away from a high place, and even in the middle of the night, if there is a cavalry chasing you, you will soon be discovered.

"Where are we going?" Boleri gasped as he ran, his size didn't give him much of an advantage in running, on the contrary, more bulkiness meant more effort to catch up with others.

"Go to the jungle, I've already told my wife to hide in the woods," Carlo said as she ran.

"Why don't you run out with us, just stay," Ulliu said with ease, jumping across a ditch with one jump, "They won't do anything to you." ”

"I don't know," Carlo gasped, his run running out of strength, "I've fought them once, this is the second time, and I don't want to try my luck by counting on the mercy of the new lord." ”

Alexander ran silently, and suddenly heard the news that made him feel a little confused, if the tax collector felt that their presence hindered Frederick's plan, then the decision of the Count of Cosenza to agree to the Duke's marriage was a complete ruin to Alexander's plans.

"We're almost there," Carlo gasped, pointing to a dark hillside shadow in front of him, "just turn over that slope." ”

Suddenly, a figure stood up from the hillside.

"I didn't expect you to escape!" Elliot shouted loudly from afar, knowing that the Moorish musket was a little elusive, and for fear of being killed inexplicably, he made the sound first.

"You betrayed us!" Bellery shouted angrily and rushed up the slope.

"Don't be so angry with my friend," Elliot stepped back, "I don't think we all want to see such a marriage, so what if I said I could help you?" ”

Alexander stopped Bellery: "What do you want?" ”

"I just don't want to see that Frederick smug look," Elliot smiled slightly, "Don't worry, it's not easy for him to marry the countess, at least he has to divorce first." ”