Bayer exhaled a breath of heat, what led them, there is no peaceful independence in any world.

In other words, they are forcing themselves to go to war with a duke!

I'm not a fool, how can I be used as a gunman?

In addition to arable land, how much value does the city have, and most of the population and labor, as well as tax revenue, are in farmland.

For the sake of a city, you want to go to war with the duke?

Maybe there are some old friends around them, bring a few Holy Grail Knights to do it together, and they can't fight themselves?

Beyer was outraged by their crowd and only replied lightly.

"I only get rid of evil, and I don't care about anything else."

This sentence is too bad for popularity, and the atmosphere of the venue is different in an instant.

But Bayer didn't care, he came here for three things, to fight pirates, to fight pirates, or to fight pirates.

It is difficult for a clean official to cut off family affairs, not to mention that he is not a clean official.

Besides, if you are a duke, how can you still be threatened?

Byer had eaten and drunk to his heart's content, summoned the Poisonblade troops and Sir Flender, and the sailors left, and the crowd was so vast that no one could stop them.

They returned to their camp outside the city, ready to pack their things and sail back.

But when they returned to the camp, they saw a puff of black smoke in the distance, and they approached quickly, and at this moment a group of peasants with pitchforks like mad demons continued to plunder the supplies of the city.

And the camp close to the city is also regarded as one of their targets, and there is not even a piece of leather left at the moment!

Bayer's face twitched.

"Sir, my gold?"

The deposit except for the deposit of twenty gold coins is in the camp, and he only hopes that Sir will bring it at the moment...

Jazz shook his head. "I'll give it to the captain for safekeeping."

Bair looked at the captain.

The captain wiped the sweat from his forehead and said. "I stayed in the camp..."

Bair immediately pulled out his tomahawk and kicked a farmer in front of him who was rummaging things with his horse's hooves.

Put an axe against his neck. "Did you see a brown box?!"

In order to be inconspicuous, he put a large number of gold coins in a small box and locked them up...

The peasant saw that the visitor was a nobleman with a family coat of arms, and that he was riding a horse, and although he did not know the comer, he immediately began to kowtow.

"My lord! My lord! I... I, I, I... I don't know, but..."

"All the supplies have been sent to Ronsa's camp!"

Beyer asked. "Where's Ronsa?"

The peasant said tremblingly. "The grove between the villages of Laode and Noro..."

Bair kicked the peasant over, let him get out of the way, and headed there with the main army.

Along the way, the peasants burned, killed, looted, and turned their pitchforks at the weaker.

And in every mob there is a demagogue who is constantly spreading strange ideas.

For example, city people get nothing for nothing, they are all your vampires, parasites, and the duke doesn't like cities because of their evil.

And the daughter of the blacksmith Henry's family disappeared because they tied people up and sold them!

Your sows are infertile because of them, and so are your pitchforks.

But as soon as Byer's troops approached, they scattered like frightened birds, and they could no longer find the robber aura they had just had.

As if only power and authority could turn them into honest peasants ...

The village was not far away, and they quickly found the camp, but now the appearance was even more miserable...

The knights rode horses, with guards, lords from all over and nearby merchants gathered, mercenaries, guards, knights.

The camp was now littered with corpses, the instigators had now been hung on the gallows, and the peasants who passed by had been put to death, their red blood drenching the ground.

And the treasure that those people had just plundered was also recovered, but it did not return to the common people, but became the spoils of war for the nobles...

When they saw Duke Bair coming, they immediately bowed, looked dutiful, and said cordially.

"Good day, Duke of Long Lake!"

"Your camp has been plundered, we have recovered the money, and as a token of our apology, we ask you to personally punish the instigator, Lonsa himself."

One of the attendants respectfully brought the gold coin box, and the dark box with the Bair family crest had many dark red marks on it, but there was no trace of picking the lock.

They brought the leader of the instigators, literally, for his shoulder blades had been pierced by chains, and his neck was slinged, and it was evident that he would soon be killed.

He spat and looked at Bair with cloudy eyes, not saying a word.

The nobleman said. "Please give him a death handle with your weapon!"

Bair suddenly remembered Sir Flender's assessment, hopelessly.

"That's enough, it's enough for me to get the money back..."

Byer rubbed his temples, such an unwarranted disaster would have allowed him to watch a good show...

And the peasants' war of independence was completely bankrupt as a result, and it is difficult to say who was right and who was wrong in this matter, but the wounded were always ordinary people.

The gates of city dwellers were smashed, families were slaughtered, and money was seized.

The credibility of the people of the village was destroyed, the contradictions were intensified, and the lives of the nobles were deprived by the law.

It was only this afternoon that Bair got on the boat, and left the poor city, and watched in boredom at the strange fish that were gnawing at his ship under the deck.

At the moment, they can't destroy the bottom of the ship at all.

Bair asked Sir Flender. "Wouldn't it be better for me to intervene?"

Sir Flender looked at the horizon, and this time he didn't answer...