Iverson smiled wickedly and said, "Jackman, since we're here, let's be tax collectors for once." Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info to help Edmond lighten the load. ”

Jackman was slightly stunned and then reacted, nodded excitedly: "Okay, don't worry, young master, I promise to complete the task!" ”

Iverson and Jackman's conversation did not avoid everyone, different from the guards' somewhat happy eyes, the villagers cried one after another: "Noble lord, Ming Ming spring tax has just been paid, how... Why do you have to pay taxes again? ”

Jackman turned his head, the expression on his face was no longer the flattery he had in the face of Iverson, but a vicious look, and yelled at the villagers: "You lowly waste, the kingdom is now fighting against the damned Essisians, and this tax is for the great Rollin, for victory!" Do you want to leave it to the Essis if you don't pay it? ”

"Don't dare! Can't! But the spring tax has just been paid, and we have no money. ”

"Presumptuous! You think I don't know, you sluts are the most cunning, and you say no, but you hide them all. According to the rules of the Tuscan lordship, the war tax during the war was one silver coin per person, and anyone who did not pay it was tantamount to rebellion! Jackman smiled hideously, the greed in his eyes almost overflowing from his sockets.

"Don't! My lord! We're really out of money! We won't even be able to survive if we collect taxes again! A few villagers couldn't help it, climbed a few steps forward, and grabbed the hem of Jackman's clothes.

"Damn it! Let go! Who would have thought that Jackman would be like a fried cat, and the whip in his hand would be waved out.

Syllable!

There was a crisp sound, and a dark purple blood streak appeared on the villager's hand.

"Ahh The villager screamed in pain and quickly withdrew his hand and held it in his arms. Tears fell from his eyes.

Jackman didn't even look at it, grabbed a villager by the collar, lifted it up and asked, "How many people are there in your village?" ”

The villagers trembled and looked at Jackman, not daring to answer. Jackman scoffed and let go of the villager's collar, and the villager fell to the ground. But he didn't dare to make a sound.

Jackman looked around, and the feeling of advocating the life and death of everyone almost intoxicated.

"Hurry up!"

In a word, Jackman came to his senses. didn't dare to delay for a second, and quickly said: "Since you don't say it, then I'll order it myself." Your village... ”

The villagers looked at Jackman, hoping that he would be able to give some mercy. Many people bowed their heads and muttered the blessings of the Holy Light.

"200 people! A total of 200 silver coins will be paid! ”

Oh, my God! The villagers almost collapsed to the ground.

200 silver coins? The annual income of the whole village is only five or six hundred silver coins, and nearly half of the original tax revenue has to be withdrawn. Now it's two hundred silver coins, how can this survive!

"What? No? Iverson saw that none of the villagers moved, and said dissatisfiedly: "Come on, search for me!" ”

"Yes! You, and you, come with me! ”

Jackman was the first to respond to Iverson's orders, and quickly commanded two guards to follow him into a room. Then there was the sound of ping-pong flipping through boxes and cabinets.

The villagers in the house were driven out, and they could only gather together helplessly, crying in low voices. In the face of the plundering of the aristocratic lords, they can only powerlessly let them take what they want.

The pain of the villagers in Iverson's eyes gave him a glimmer of pity, for to him these peasants were nothing more than the private property of the nobles, even if it cost them their lives.

A lamb had already been slaughtered on the fire, and a guard was turning the wood to ensure that the sheep was cooked evenly. Over time, little by little the fat begins to seep out of the lamb, gradually covering the lamb and sizzling under the roasting of the flame.

The aroma of mutton gradually became stronger, and the mutton, which was still blood-colored, gradually turned golden brown. From time to time, grease dripped, falling into the fire, stirring up clusters of flames.

Tear and pull! The guard observed it for a moment, and felt that it was almost roasted, so he drew a short knife from his waist and slashed it at the sheep. Soon, a golden leg of lamb was cut off.

"Young master, please use it!"

Iverson took the leg of mutton and leaned in to smell it slightly, and a pungent fragrance came from the leg of lamb. Let Iverson's index finger move, and without waiting for it to cool, he bites into the leg of lamb. Tear off a piece of meat directly.

Iverson nodded while eating, "Yes, yes, your craft is okay." Although there is no salt, the meat is grilled just right, neither too raw nor too hard. “

"Thank you young master for the compliment!" The guard hurriedly thanked.

"Not bad, not bad." Iverson ate the roast leg of lamb in his hand with relish as he watched Jackman and his guards weave through the village, breaking into one house after another. It's as if you're enjoying a court opera, so pleasant.

I don't know what Jackman did, but a few rooms suddenly burst into flames, and black smoke burst out and jumped into the sky, like a black dragon entrenched above everyone's heads.

At this moment, there was a sudden murmur at the entrance of the village. Iverson looked over with a frown, as if disturbed.

There was a whistling of sheep, and then a thin girl hurried over with a whip in her hand. Iverson's eyes suddenly lit up, and although the girl looked thin and weak, she looked malnourished, but her skin was very fair. Although the facial features have not fully opened, they show a hint of beauty when matched. It's not at all like other women who have large pores and are vulgar.

This girl is none other than Irelia. Just as she was herding sheep outside the village alone, she suddenly saw a black pillar of smoke rising from a distance in the village. This column of smoke was completely different from the cyan cooking smoke, and Irelia was in a hurry, and she knew it was not good. So they hurried back to the village.

Iverson looks arrogant and experienced, but he is only fourteen or fifteen years old. It's really a young Mu Ai, when I love beauty. This girl is completely different from the maids he has played with before, especially the other party seems to have a faint aura, which attracts him even more.

"Mother? Uncle Sam, Uncle Doron! How do you get on your knees? Who are you? Irelia was shocked to see the villagers all kneeling in front of Iverson, and immediately stepped forward to question Iverson.

Iverson licked his lips and smiled greedily. (To be continued.) )