Chapter 205: He Didn't Lie
At the entrance of the town, as more and more people gathered, and after communicating with each other and learning that everyone was hired by the same person, their faces suddenly became a little wrong.
Seth hired them to carry large objects, and now it was home to almost all the young men in the town.
With their precious imagination, they couldn't guess what kind of "big object" it was, and it would take so many people together.
As the night wore on, the expression on their faces changed from doubt to unease.
"Almost."
Lynn turned her head to look at Seth, "It's your turn to get out." β
"Me?" Seth pointed at himself and wondered, "I'm going?" Do? β
"Take them to the Viscount's estate."
Seth's eyes flashed with a hint of absurdity: "You can obviously kill them directly." β
"You'll do that later......." Lynn ignored Seth's words and commanded herself.
β........β
Seth was very dissatisfied with Lynn's arbitrariness, especially after hearing Lynn's commands.
How is this kind of thing possible.
They won't believe it at all, will they?
Halfway through this designation, there will be problems.
Lynn didn't care about his expression, only raised his chin, "Go ahead." β
β........β
After a long silence, Seth finally decided to carry out Lynn's orders.
Lifting his foot and taking a step, Seth's heart suddenly flashed with a hint of unease, but he had no way to capture the specific source of the unease.
He wanted to return to the shadows, but the townsfolk had already spotted him.
"It's the gentleman." Someone shouted at him, "Sir, you're finally here." β
"What are you looking for us for?"
"Hurry up, my wife won't let me enter the house if it's any later."
β........β
Seth's appearance was like a high-level magic thrown into the lake, and in an instant, it detonated the originally calm lake, representing the noisy water droplets scattered and splashed, falling into people's hearts and silently igniting a little irritability.
Shaking his head, he took a deep breath to calm himself.
At this point, we can only continue to do it.
"Everyone." He said in a deep voice, "When I hired everyone before, I also said that what needs to be carried are some large objects. β
"βsome."
He repeated it emphatically.
"So, I need a lot of people, and even just you guys are not enough."
The townsfolk thought for a moment and thought that what he said might have made sense.
After all, they found out that the young man had indeed entered the town with the caravan, but the main reason was that he was generous - Seth would be amused if he heard their inner thoughts.
According to Lynn's request, he paid them even less than his pocket money.
"But." At this time, another townsman asked, "Why did you choose the evening?" β
"Will this .......?"
"When the time comes, there will be more generous rewards waiting for you."
Everyone shut their mouths at Seth's calm words.
"Come with me."
Seth strode forward, crossing the path that the townspeople had voluntarily made out of, and along the way, he took a torch from a villager and came to the front to lead the way.
He left the town with them and set out on a dirt path.
Roque Town was not far from the location of the Viscount's Manor, so they soon saw the wide and neat stone pavement in front of the manor, the texture of which was perhaps the most beautiful they had ever seen in their lives.
And the moment I saw the manor, someone finally sensed that something was wrong.
"Hey!" They stopped and shouted, "Where are you taking us?" That's the Viscount's manor! β
"Do you want us to die?"
"Bastard! You're lying to us!
β
After the agitation appeared, some of the townspeople looked panicked and overwhelmed, some drew their shoddy weapons with them, and some began to prepare to escape.
"Please be quiet." Seth stopped and quietly turned back, "I just said, I'm here to ask everyone to move things. β
"Going to the Viscount's manor to move things?" Someone sneered, "If you want to die, you can hang a rope directly from a tree, it will be much easier than falling into the hands of the viscount." β
This is a fact written in the blood of their loved ones.
Seth ignored the ridicule, his face still calm: "Please, everyone, move things." β
"Move away, what is supposed to be yours."
He turned his head and looked at the manor: "Now, in this manor, Viscount Eric is the only one in it. β
"There were no guards, no knights, no soldiers, just him."
He whispered.
"This is the best time for you to reclaim your wealth."
The townsfolk burst out laughing.
They just don't see much, and they're not really stupid.
The Viscount's reputation among the people over the years has reached the point where it can scare crying children and let them go to the Viscount's manor to move things, what is the difference between this and looking for death - there is still a difference, it is just a happy death or an unhappy death.
As for the absence of knights, guards, and soldiers.......
Who would believe that?
Could it be that they were all bought? Will you turn a blind eye to their actions?
The townspeople didn't have a very specific concept of large wealth, but they could also think with their toes that a merchant could never be richer than a nobleman.
"In that case."
Seth sighed and walked to the gate of the manor in front of everyone.
It is a semicircular arch with a gatehouse made of precious stone visible to the naked eye, and a solid wooden gate made of expensive wood.
Seth took a bottle out of his bag and poured the grease liquid over the door.
Then, drop the torch in your hand.
"Boom-"
Flames rose in an instant, and almost in the blink of an eye, they engulfed the entire gate with the help of an accelerant.
And this directly stunned the townspeople who were about to leave and halfway through.
"He, he burned the door of the viscount??"
"You're going to die, right? I'm going to die! β
"Next, the guard who is a head taller than me will rush out and crush his head, it must be like this, right?"
Their inner "expectations" were not fulfilled.
Minutes passed, and there was no other sound around except for the crackling of flames burning wood.
Even the footsteps are only passed on the side of the townspeople.
"Really, no one?"
Someone is starting to get excited.
They could not imagine the wealth of the viscount, but out of their natural impression of the nobles, they thought that even the stone bricks on the ground might be a great deal.
If they could remove a few pieces, or even go into the manor to clean them up, they would undoubtedly get more gold than the Viscount had scraped from himself.
But the heart is heartbeat, and the viscount's long-accumulated reputation in their hearts is still preventing their actions.
Gotta add a catalyst to them.
Seth glanced at them and walked into the manor on his own.
Now, the townspeople finally couldn't help it.
"Bastard! Lie to it, just cheat, anyway, Lao Tzu will have a rotten life, nothing is rare! β
"My children need medicine to cure their illnesses, my wife needs cloth to make clothes, I need food to save my family β all of this needs money! I need to get my money back!
β
"Knife in hand, follow me!"
A group of people has a fork in the road, and if someone takes the lead and chooses the left, then the vast majority of people will choose the left; If someone takes the lead and chooses the right, the vast majority of people will choose the right.
That's society.
Human society.
With the orange light of fire reflected in the eyes of the townspeople, they stepped over the burning threshold, threw away their burned clothes, and drove Seth who took the lead, slamming open the door to the main building of the manor.
They looked at the famous paintings on the walls, the luxurious sofas, and the decorations around them, and their eyes were red as if they were dripping blood.
"These are our ........"
"I said ......."
Seth got up from the ground and was about to speak, but was forced back by the blood-red eyes.
A flash of fear rose in his heart.
The long-suppressed emotions of the townspeople exploded at this moment, and their sanity was shattered in an instant, and the most terrifying of the human race was never the top conspirators, or the top military beings, but the madmen who lost their minds like them.
A conspirator thinks about the merits of a thing, while a madman does not.
He'll just slash you once.
As for the gains and losses, or breaking the law, fleeing and the like, it is not in their consideration.
β.......β
Swallowing his saliva, Seth got up from the ground.
Then it suddenly occurred to him that he seemed to have not seen the maker of this plan for a long time.
.......
"You're the rat head?"
Eric looked at the obviously green young face in front of him, and a trace of surprise flashed uncontrollably in his eyes.
Let's try it soon, everyone. γ
He didn't expect that the person who made the plan against him would be so young.
Lynn ignored him, instead pointing to it, "Did you hear that?" β
"Hear what?" Eric pretended not to understand, "I'm sorry, but as a human, I don't quite understand ant communication. β
"Tsk." Lynn smacked her tongue slightly, "If your abilities can be as tough as yours, then you don't have to fall to where you are today." β
He looked at the wall clock on the wall: "In ten minutes at most, they should be able to find this basement....... That is, you have ten minutes left to say, after that. β
"βhow many pieces do you want to be divided into?" He asked softly.
β.......β
Eric tried to keep the smile on his face as best he could, but the motherly words were like an unstoppable spear, tearing the barrier in his heart with the whistling sound of the wind.
His face finally fell, and his shattered face was filled with anger.
"You, you....... Hehe, my manor is full of devices that detect magical power, and you have only used magic before you have done so, and there must be some remnants - at that time, this will be the evidence of your disposal. β
"You will pay the price for murdering an orthodox nobleman!"
He tried to stop Lynn from continuing his actions with a lie, but Lynn didn't care.
"You know, my men are all proficient in this line of work, and they won't leave any traces, and even if they do, we wrote them for you."
"That's when they're the proof."
After a pause, he chuckled.
"We nobles, we are fair and just, isn't it?"
Eric didn't reply, his face was very ugly.
The fairness and justice of the nobles refers to the fairness of those who stand on their side, and the justice of those who are biased towards their own side.
As for the rest, it's all "unfair." β
"Da Da Da-"
The approaching chaos made Eric look up again.
He didn't want to die, he wanted to find a chance in this last moment.
"You're going to kill them." Viscount Eric's voice suddenly calmed down, "Commoners openly broke into the nobleman's estate to plunder assets, and even killed the nobleman himself, this is a disaster for the whole family after all. β
"There are more than 8,700 people in the three towns I administer, and your actions will cause these more than 8,000 people to die here, and from now on, their souls will haunt you forever in your sleep."
"Can you really bear this sin?"
This is a world with gods and universal beliefs, and the mainstream belief in the Kingdom of Laiyin is the Goddess of Starlight, and the Goddess of Starlight is widely spread with love as a classic, whether it is directly or indirectly leading to the implication of more than 8,000 people, it is definitely an unforgivable sin.
Eric tried to make Lynn back down with such wordsβat least hesitating.
As long as there is a flaw, he has the possibility of expanding it, or even using it to escape.
But Lynn suddenly laughed.
But before he could speak, a louder knock on the door interrupted his imminent words.
"Boom-"
Seth barged in, and behind him, there was a pile of flames.
"It seems that you have no chance to 'listen to my confession'."
"No, you can't!
β
Lynn interrupted his wail with a smirk and a wave of his hand, and then Six manipulated his magic and threw the viscount towards the fire.
At this moment, the viscount was like an accelerant sprinkled by Seth on the wooden door, and the flames began to explode at this moment.
"You know what? Last month, because of your 'herb tax', I sold my daughter to save my mother. A middle-aged man held a rusty and notched kitchen knife, tears running down his withered face mixed with blood, "Because of you, now I have no daughter and no mother." β
"Ka-"
The kitchen knife broke through a piece due to the hardness of the bone, slicing through a woman's face.
But instead of wiping the blood oozing from the wound, she gripped the fragment tightly and plunged deep into the nobleman's chest.
She was a despicable peasant woman, she didn't say much, she only cried and prayed, "Give me back my husband, my children!" Give it back!
β
Two different strands of blood mixed together, but no one cared who it belonged to.
The suppressed evil thoughts were unleashed without reservation, and they fell into a madness that was even crazier than they should have been.
In the corner of the hall, Lynn watched silently as the townsfolk shed their tears and blood on the viscount's stump, as if they had nothing to do with the world, as if the present picture had nothing to do with him.
"Hey."
The sudden sound made Lynn turn her head.
It's Seth.
At this time, Seth had hesitation in his eyes, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to speak.
The killing of a wicked man should have been a pleasant thing for him, but he couldn't laugh.
When hesitation reached a breaking point, Seth, who was impulsive by nature, complied with his desires.
"Just now, what that guy said, is it true?" There was a slight tremor in his voice, "The townspeople, will all be implicated?" β
"Everyone, all, will die?"
He asked word by word, his eyes fixed on Lynn.
Then, he got the reply he least wanted to hear.
"It may seem a bit undesirable to say that, though."
Lynn whispered.
"He didn't lie about it."