"Tell me clearly, John, what's fake?"

"That guy is not the son of a noble family, his name is Morn, and like me, he is a native of Nanyeruige, and he is an idler in the village. Two years ago we went to find a job together, he became a militia for the lord and I became a mercenary. Later, I heard that he did a good job and was left by the lord as a light infantryman, but he couldn't be a knight anyway, let alone a bullshit aristocratic heir! ”

Hearing John's words, the anger in Byron's heart rose again, but at the same time, he also had a doubt.

"And where did he get the flag? That flag was a real aristocratic flag. ”

Although Byron has not traveled for a few days, he has not integrated into this world faster, and he usually studies the books of the Calradia continent, perhaps because of the golden finger, or because of this body, he can understand eighty percent of the words on the book. Coupled with the deliberate inquiry and understanding, he still understands some aristocratic knowledge.

The flag was the first time he had seen it, but every feature on the flag showed it was genuine. If he had been ordered to come, it would have been dangerous to do so.

"Stolen? Robbed? He's an impostor anyway, he's not qualified to ride such a good horse, and there's no way a nobleman can give the flag to such a fellow. You know what I mean, head. ”

John shrugged, a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

"Ah, that makes sense. Out of nowhere, this guy got a nobleman's flag and a war horse, and then defrauded the dinar in various villages and put it in his pocket, right? ”

"Head, you're so smart."

"But if he does get some orders, it will be very troublesome."

"That can't be, head, a friend of mine said last month he's still a foot soldier, I swear! And pretending to be a nobleman is also a capital offense. ”

Looking at John's serious expression, Byron also realized what a great opportunity this was. A man with heavy cavalry equipment, who is not strong in his own strength and pretends to be a nobleman, this is simply a fat sheep sent to the door!

After a moment of thought, Byron's frown was relieved, and a smile appeared on his face.

"You're right, John, we should arrest these liars and give them to the local lords."

"Of course, we can do that, head, if you wish."

"But the area around Parabun is not very peaceful, there are so many robbers and robbers, and there are villagers who are dissatisfied with the oppression, it is normal for them to die, right?"

"Of course, head, you're so right!"

"Very well, I know what to do, call those cowards here, they won't take risks without sweetness."

……

After a while, the old man who had been in charge of the negotiation handed the silver coin to the knight with his trembling hands, as if it were not a few silver coins in his hand, but a fat pig.

The other party impatiently snatched the silver coin, muttered a few curses, and then rode the military horse and left with the people.

The villagers returned home in a state of despair, and all their hard-earned income has now been stolen.

Perhaps the knight had failed to produce the paperwork that the Earl had ordered the collection of taxes, but his identity and force alone were not something they could refuse.

Byron waited quietly until the impostor and his men were far away, and then chased after him unhurriedly.

After a while, far from the village, Byron rode after the so-called knight, and the other man turned back with great vigilance.

"What are you going to do? Mercenary! ”

But it was a sharp bolt that answered him.

The bolt struck the sword-wielding arm and pierced the chain mail. This time Byron shot and shot through, and the opponent's hand let go before he could draw his sword.

Shooting a well-protected front chest may not be an effective kill, but the impact of the arm on the fight is significant.

The militiamen turned their heads in horror, but with spears on their backs, pickaxes and daggers short, the deserters finally chose to take refuge in the face of the oncoming traveling horses and maces.

The consequence of their evasion was that the impostor knight was hit in the left chest by Byron's mace and fell directly from his horse.

But because of the horses' pedals, this guy could only hang on the back of the horse, being dragged back and forth by the panicked military horse, and the back of his head was constantly rubbing against the ground.

The militiamen removed their crossbows and spears from their backs and aimed their weapons at Byron, who was on horseback.

However, John and the militia, who were following Byron at this time, also arrived at this time, and their crossbow arrows were already loaded.

The four impostors' militiamen dropped their flags and leaned against each other with their backs to each other, their shields and spears in their hands, but they still looked panicked.

Only one of the three crossbow arrows hit the enemy, and the wound was not serious.

But after the leader was defeated, the morale of the remaining militia had plummeted, and with the attack from both sides, their hearts were very shaken, and they didn't know what to do.

"You crooks, pretending to be nobles, blackmailing the dinars."

Byron stopped the horse, dismounted from his horse, and gave a hammer to the "knight" who was struggling on the ground.

On the other side, John also kept approaching with three militiamen, and Byron also kept an eye on those militiamen with both hammers in his hands, so as not to attack him first.

"The man who is settling accounts with you is here, and I guarantee your safety if you surrender."

Byron shouted at the men, who seemed a little hesitant, but still held on to the formation.

After a few dozen seconds of stalemate, one of Byron's militiamen stepped forward, raised it and stabbed through the gap between the shields, stabbing the unprotected neck.

As soon as the spear was drawn, blood spurted out, and the militiaman fell, clutching his throat.

This guy wasn't going to die right away, but he only had a few minutes left to live.

The other three trembled together and stabbed a few times, but to no avail.

Finally, a militiaman close to Byron rushed at him, spears straight to his cheeks.

However, Byron was already ready, and with both hands he held the hammer to block the spear, deflect it, and then slammed it downward.

The spear shafts used by the militia were not good wood, and although the hardness of the smoked and roasted had increased, it still could not stop the all-iron mace from smashing it.

Although Byron was also a little out of strength, the spear had also been broken.

Before Byron could attack his shield, he threw down his weapon and surrendered.

The other two also lost their weapons on Byron's assurance.

Byron won, and the yellow arrow, representing the trophy, also pointed to the two horses of the imposter knight.

In the next few minutes, Byron asked the captives what had happened.

This guy named Morn was indeed just a light infantry of the kingdom, and they were only village militia temporarily recruited by the kingdom.

They were supposed to accompany the baron as Baron Ness's attendants, but the battle went badly ahead, and the two of the Baron's sons, including the unlucky one Morn impersonated, died under the walls of Rhodoc.

The baron was in a very bad mood, lashing them out at the slightest mistake and threatening to put them to death.

As a result, one night the Rhodoks sent troops to attack the camp, and these buddies took advantage of the baron's battle to steal the flag in the baron's tent, as well as a heavy cavalry horse and spare armor, and fled all the way back to the kingdom.

As for the idea of impersonating the nobles to collect taxes, it was the leading Moun who came up with it.

Because when the deserters have no good fruit to eat, they plan to rely on this trick to defraud a sum of money and then run to a place to live a comfortable life. Baron Ness's third son has never been out of the house much, and playing him is the least risky.

And because Baron Ness was an old subordinate of the Earl of Greyward, they went to the Earl's fief to collect taxes. During the war, it was not uncommon for the Count to appoint his nobles to collect taxes on his behalf.

However, they did not have the Earl's credentials, and although Greyward's territory was not wealthy, he had a good reputation and did not collect taxes indiscriminately, so they were almost recognized when Vader met the village elders.

So they changed their strategy, specifically picking on those small villages of Vida, small gatherings to get underground, the villagers in these places are basically illiterate, they are afraid of the nobles when they see them, and they can't use force, they are veritable soft persimmons.

After determining the target, they had already succeeded three times, counting the more than a hundred dinars they had deceived just now.

But now, the proceeds of these exploitations and frauds have become Byron's spoils.