Although it may seem cruel to do so, Luo Ming has grown accustomed to it.

Many of the time-travelers came from the 21st century, and many of the things that were taken for granted in that era were actually taken for granted by any of them, and any of them alone was an unprecedented feat on Earth.

Why did the ancient people have to have more children despite poverty? Why did the royal family, which has three palaces and six courts, rarely have a large number of princes, and staged the so-called drama of nine sons seizing the heir?

It is precisely because ancient medicine was extremely underdeveloped, whether it was an adult or a young child, whether poor or rich, the mortality rate was unimaginably high for modern people - those who could cure the patient with a 10% chance were considered to be the most miraculous doctors in the world.

Until the Industrial Revolution, Europeans were still using bloodletting therapy to treat headaches and brain fever, and opium was used as a powerful cold medicine and was collected by every family. Some people even advertise that the baby's crying is too annoying for them to take some opium.

The pinnacle of an agrarian society, the so-called prosperous era, was enough for a ruler to be praised for a thousand years - that was only the number of people who died of cold and starvation, relatively not too many.

In the event of a drought or the bursting of a river, it is not surprising that hundreds of thousands or hundreds of people die at every turn—at that time, there were only tens of millions of people in the whole world.

When New China was just liberated, there was still a big brawl in the whole village for water and land, from nail rakes to shotguns, and it was not uncommon for dozens of people to die.

Why is that? Are they all mad, or do they have so much hatred for their neighbors?

Apparently not, there is only one reason for this: the losing side in the scramble will starve to death if there is not enough arable land and water, or even the entire village will disappear.

In ancient China, there was a saying that good men should not be soldiers, and good iron should not be nailed, but there was still an endless stream of people who went to join the army, also because, despite the danger to their lives, although their military salaries would be deducted, and although there would be hard training...... But most of the time you can eat military rations, at least not starvation.

It is still a joke in the mouths of the fathers, and modern people rarely recognize it - but the fathers of the fathers, some people really experienced that era. It was still an era with a certain amount of industrialization!

When you think about the difference in size between the cold and dead space of the universe and the thin biosphere on the surface of the earth, when you think about the fact that less than 30% of the population survives each change of dynasty, and when you think about the average life expectancy of less than 40 years old in the Middle Ages, you should know that death is a matter of course, and that life itself is a miracle.

Plus nobility...... Even the status of a noble heir will tilt the scales even further.

Even if a nobleman kills a commoner for no reason, the punishment for killing someone else's cattle and sheep is similar to that of a commoner, but it is only a fine - as for the status of an assassin, it is not protected by any law.

Luo Ming doesn't think that this is a good law, but this is indeed an iron law that has existed steadily for many years under the status quo, even if he has the ambition to change the world, before he has that ability, what he needs to do is to adapt to the status quo and make good use of it.

These thoughts are only a matter of a moment.

The Assassin groaned and tried to get up and run away, but several men surrounded him.

was actually bullied by civilians, which made his eyes red, and he barely pulled out a dagger in his left hand and brandished it.

However, he had just stabbed a man in the arm, and he received a heavy blow to the back of the head - someone picked up the round stool and struck him, causing his head to bleed and he fell to the ground again.

"Look at this thing, it's like a dead dog. “

"Want to murder the nobles?

"It's okay to kill him, everyone beat him hard!"

The Assassin's howl was quickly drowned out by the shouts of the crowd, and it didn't take long for everyone to get tired and stop what they were doing, by which time the Assassin was motionless and even the moans were gone.

In order to fight for the right to cut off his head, several people even fought.

After all, this is a tavern, and many people have drunk a few glasses, and even if the bad wine tastes bad, the drunkenness is real.

There was also a nobleman who assured that the guy was an assassin who deserved to die, and no matter how he beat him, it was not a crime, so it was not surprising that this situation occurred.

Even the proprietress copied out a rolling pin, wanting to step forward and get over the addiction of beating people.

If there is a little malicious speculation, maybe these people also have the idea of being arrested as accomplices in order to clear up the relationship.

Luo Ming watched coldly, without saying a word, just standing in front of Sherlock—behind Sherlock was a wall, which was much less dangerous.

In the end, a stout drunk man took the silver coin, bit it with his teeth, and then grinned and grabbed the severed head and headless corpse and walked out the door.

After Sherlock threw out the silver coin, he gritted his teeth and laughed twice, although he couldn't actually see it, Luo Ming really felt as if there was a black aura of resentment emanating from it—it was no wonder, he had been worried for several days, and now he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

An old man walked out of the back hall and placed a large cloth bag on the table, and a strong aroma wafted out from the mouth of the bag.

It was a cloth bag of flour, clean in itself, with a flatbread wrapped in sausages, bacon, and bread, isolated from the bag itself. Although it is far worse than plastic bags, it is already quite a respectful practice in this world.

Sherlock gave him three silver coins.

Not long after, the sound of horses' hooves outside the door was heard, followed by a crisp bell.

"Two, we're leaving!"

Although they were not named, the lively voice naturally belonged to Granty. When I glanced out from the doorway, I saw the carriage.

Sherlock looked at the bag and thought for a moment, then stood up as Lockin reached out and picked it up himself.

For his shorter, somewhat slender physique, the sack was a behemoth.

Not to mention the weight, with such a large volume, it is difficult for the arm to exert force, and it will soon be sore. Despite this, he still insisted on not letting go.

"Mr. Lockin is good at protecting me. ”

Sherlock whispered and walked out the door.

Looking at him so recklessly, Luo Ming picked up the scabbard and followed with a smile.

After all, it's still a childish child. Even if he could be tough during the negotiation, even if he could sneer in anger as he watched the assassin being killed, he still showed his true temperament in front of what he subconsciously thought was his own person.

It's like having a younger brother, and that's not bad...... Luo Ming thought so, and suddenly laughed again.

"Luo Ming, Luo Ming, not to mention the great future, how can you be a brother and sister to a baron now?

Relying on the knightly collar who has not yet arrived, or the apostle status who can't see the light?"

Muttering like this, he got into the carriage.