The other Silesa knight sat silent, silent. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The bearded man was already stunned by Frederick, and while vaguely feeling that this duke was of extraordinary origin, he was shocked how he could be so shameless, and he was so angry that he complained vigorously: "I haven't seen a notice of bragging tax since I entered the city!

"Why not?" said Count Frederick, pointing to the small blackboard at the bar, "Have you overindulged and dried your eyes?

When the bearded knight looked at it, he saw that the small blackboard was scrawled with the words, "Attention citizens: absurd boasting must be taxed on words, and they must be told to each other." Sir Lancelot was leaning under the little blackboard, looking to the left and right as if nothing had happened.

The foreign knight took the case, pointed at Sir Lancelot with grief, and cried out hoarsely: "It was just written, right?

Lancelot suddenly became interested in Lady Mary, and intently consulted the beautiful maid on the craft of winemaking, ignoring the angry foreign knights.

Count Frederick pointed to the small blackboard, and was about to go up to the house to unveil the tiles: "What are you struggling with, pay me money quickly! If it is a man, you will pay me taxes seriously! Or are the 'Mary Sue' knights of Sirisha all poor ghosts who are strong on the outside? Just now they were still boasting about their money, their armor was gilded, their cloaks were gilded, and they wished that their hair was baked gold, but they didn't have the money to pay taxes, right?"

The bearded and bearded seven orifices were smoking, and he pointed at Frederick's high nose like thunder, and was about to scold, but the cloak was pulled, and when he turned his head, the silent knight beside him was pulling his cloak and signaling to stop.

Frederick frowned and looked at the Silent Knight, and saw that in the sweltering heat, only the Silent Knight was stubbornly wearing a helmet, his face covered with sharply gathered visors, leaving only a "T" slit to ensure vision and breathing. Frederick could only faintly see the hooked nose and black eyebrows beneath his visor, but nothing else could be found.

The bearded man was strangely obedient, gritted his teeth and sat down again, untied the money bag from behind his waist, and asked angrily, "How much do you want to lose?"

At this time, the glass door was quietly pushed open, and a young girl in a bare-shouldered double-sleeved palace dress burst into the tavern with her sleeves raised, her snow-white legs dazzling under the short red dress, but Frederick had her back to the door, so she didn't know it at all.

Frederick then beckoned to the onlookers from afar: "Sheffield, is it? ”

Sheffield secretly asked the knight of Fort William, only to know that this arrogant young earl was the new lord of this defeated country, and he was immediately excited, and carefully helped his bleeding companion to come over, and bowed with excitement: "Honorable Highness." ”

Frederick frowned at Sheffield and Moritz's injuries, and the corners of his mouth twitched. When he turned his face to look at the foreign knight, he had already changed his face to a false face: "Look at it, look at it, the blood is flowing like a river, the injury is too serious, and it is almost incurable! You see that this brother is in shock, and the medical expenses you have to pay are not cheap!"

The beard almost fainted with anger, his eyes widened, he trembled and pointed at Moritz who hung his head, and tried to argue: "He is obviously still breathing, still moving! There is no shock at all! I only punched once, okay? One punch!

Frederick quickly approached Moritz: "What's your name? Ah, is Moritz? Are you dizzy? Right? Nausea and want to vomit? Yes? This is the focus of your brain concussion disorder! Is there blurred vision? Yes, yes? It is likely to be retinal detachment!" Frederick put the noun he had memorized when he was studying abroad in his head to use: "Does your head hurt, your stomach hurts, your whole body hurts? Nod! Look, nod!"

Frederick held on to the foreign knight and shouted solemnly: "He hurts everywhere! You still say that the blow is not serious? What should I do if he becomes hemiplegic after a week? What should I do if he is infected? What should I do if he is left with sequelae? What should I do if he loses his ability to work and cannot support himself? Not only will you have to compensate him for mental damage and lost work, but you will also have to pay him for 50 years of living expenses!"

The foreign knight hung his hands in despair, he was almost stunned by the flicker.

"His injuries aren't very serious at all...... "The bearded voice narrowed.

"Okay, then you take him to Fort William's Judge Advocate General's Office. Of course, you pay for the medical examination, ten ounces of gold. Count Frederick opened his mouth.

The beard began to grow frightened, and he realized that something was wrong.

"I, I don't want a Judge Advocate General's Examination. I'm just losing money now. The beard stretched out his hands and waved, trying to settle the dispute quickly. He was afraid that the Judge Advocate General's Office would "test" Moritz's minor injuries to first-degree disability.

Frederick looked at the frightened foreign knight seriously, and solemnly wrenched his finger at him: "So the mental damage fee is 1 silver coin." Medical expenses are 5 credits. Lost time pay 1 silver ......"

Suddenly, a soft hand slapped him on the shoulder.

Count Frederick impatiently shook off the hand on his shoulder, and Scrooge's true face was revealed: "Don't bother me while I count the money!"

At this time, the foreign knight had completed the change of expression of astonishment and indignation, cross-eyebrow, swallowing anger, and grinning teeth, so he had to swallow his teeth into his stomach, counted six standard silver coins weighing 1 ounce, and lost all his salary for one day.

Sir Lancelot didn't expect the Earl to have a unique way of making money, and he raised his eyebrows, inexplicably happy. He was in charge of the army and knew the income of the knights: 4 silver coins per day for Sir Fangqi, 2 silver coins per day for knights, 1 silver per day for squires, and 50 copper coins per day for martial artists. Silver coins are used as hard currency, and 6 coins can buy a week's ration for a family of three, which is undoubtedly a huge amount of money for Sheffield.

The bearded man thought it was all over here. But he never expected that Count Frederick would snatch six silver coins with a look of disgust, and then raise his chin greedily and look down at himself: "Who said that six silver coins are enough? Add up to two hundred silver coins! Give me the remaining 1 gold and 94 silver! Give me the money! What do you see? If you look at it again, you will be charged a peeping tax." ”

The little hand behind smacked Count Frederick hard.

Count Frederick shrugged his shoulders irritably, and turned his face slightly impatiently and scolded: "Wait a minute! Don't you see me doing business?"

At this time, the grief-stricken foreign knight couldn't bear to shout: "1 silver coin for mental damage, 5 silver coin for medical expenses, 1 silver coin for lost work, is there anything wrong with 6 silver coins!"

Count Frederick would never admit defeat in his voice, he stepped on the bench and glared condescendingly at the foreign knight and shouted: "There are also 50 silver for the legal fee, 50 silver for the public fine, and 50 silver for bragging income tax!