Syllable! Syllable! Syllable!

"Please be quiet!" Du Moqing's hands clapped to make a crisp sound, attracting everyone's attention.

"I know you may be alarmed by my arrival, but please do not be afraid, for this is not my territory, and you are not slaves in shackles."

"As a freedman, you enjoy the protection of your lords, and no one dares to disappoint you, at least not me."

Old John in the crowd was injured yesterday because of the shock wave, and he was accidentally attacked by Chris and punched hard, falling to the ground and touching the body that was shocked, and as a result, the injuries were added to the injuries and the whole body was in pain.

And because he was afraid of the tin monster that rumbled in the village, he was so worried that he didn't sleep all night.

As a result, before dawn, Chris, the wild boy found himself, saying that there was a foolproof solution to this black-haired demon nobleman, and John was not as ignorant as his titular son.

A few decades ago, the village was much more lively with hundreds of freedmen, and with the homeless slaves each freedman.

A nobleman of the same appearance passed by this village, and he was still young, and he didn't know why there was a dispute, and the man killed all the guards in the village with a sword and killed many people.

It was also because of this that the previous old lord came forward to split a town into several.

Old John's idea was that when Chris did something to the black-haired young man, he decisively exposed the other party's conspiracy, and his skills curried favor with the other party, and he could also borrow the other party's hand to kill the wild seed born to his nominal wife.

Seeing his other two sons, Chris, who was helping him back, Old John was really startled, for fear of being implicated.

Especially watching the other party mercilessly knock down, the girl in the city who has a relationship with her son.

As a result, now that he heard the other party's words, Old John couldn't help but put his heart back in his stomach.

Even the most lowly serfs know one thing, although this group of demon lords like to mess around with their temperament, they are the most face-conscious, and they have never heard of anything they say.

It can be seen that this is also a reasonable aristocratic lord, he is a commoner protected by the local lord, and the other party also said that it will not be harmful to himself and others.

After all, it's been a day since he arrived, and I haven't seen this person do anything, and the uneasiness and confusion in my heart have gradually begun to dissipate.

So I couldn't help but hurriedly thanked: "Thank you, master's forgiveness, everyone don't hurry up this merciful master." ”

Hearing the nominal manager, the leader thanked everyone and hurriedly followed suit.

"Thank you, merciful lord, and may the light always bless you."

Seeing that everyone in the field actually thanked neatly under the birth of the leader, and after thanking themselves again, their expressions were obviously relaxed, and they already psychologically thought that after thanking themselves, they would not embarrass them.

A wire needs to be broken back and forth several times before it breaks, and nerves are no exception.

Du Moqing's tone became stern, and he said another thing as a matter of course.

"Even if you are commoners, it is still an unforgivable sin to attack a nobleman for no reason, and the reason why I forgive you is because I took your money, which is called life money, according to the custom of our country."

Du Moqing had a reason to take the money, thinking of those dark foods that were not eaten by people, so his eyes rolled and he thought of a suitable explanation to explain.

"And according to the teachings of the ancestors, I will take your food and divide it equally, which means that you have a new life, if you are slaves who have no money and no food, I will kill you without mercy, and if you complain, I will give him back the food and money, and then take his life."

Old John knew the virtues of this group of people in his village, for fear that the group of fools behind him would talk nonsense and really anger the noble lord, so he continued to pat Du Moqing's ass in a sincere tone.

"On behalf of them, I thank the lord for his kindness and willingness to give us a chance to make up for our mistakes!"

Old John also understood in his heart at this time, he couldn't figure out the question after thinking about it all night yesterday, why did he take the money and food without hurting himself and others.

Now that I hear the other party's explanation, I understand that it is the custom of the other country, and this custom is good! After all, money is something outside the body, and you can earn it again when you look back, but if your life is gone, it is really gone.

Du Moqing didn't wait for Old John to come back to his senses, and made persistent efforts to mislead again.

"Although I am merciful, if your lord knows about this matter, will I hang you fools who dare to offend and have noble blood flowing on the castle?"

Du Moqing looked around at everyone and paused again, so that the group of people could better digest what they said, and then silently counted in his heart, 1, 2, 3, 4, and spoke again without leaving them more time to think.

Then Du Moqing lowered his voice to lengthen his voice, and used this more resonant voice to set off the atmosphere, after all, they are all intelligent creatures, even if they are of different races, the basic language skills should be universal,

"Think about the corpses that were hanged and hanged, even if you were not burned alive, they would be like the corpses of hanged prisoners, attracting countless crows and eating meat, they will not care if you live or die, and will peck at your flesh and blood alive."

The scene described by Du Moqing softly was very infectious, and the old John, whose mood changed drastically, did not have time to think about whether his lord would kill the private property that paid taxes and farmed for an outsider.

After the guidance of Du Moqing's language, Old John exerted a rich association, only felt that the picture was extremely real, the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he was immediately so frightened that his feet were soft and his palms were sweaty.

Even the farthest place is just to buy and sell something in the town, and after all, he has lived so many years better than others, and finally has some knowledge.

Old John felt that his lord, if he knew that his group of people would dare to attack the nobles, whether he felt that he and others had lost face or wanted to show favor to the nobles in front of him, his own life was really difficult to protect.

Although Old John has enjoyed everything he should have enjoyed, and normal people who want to die, they are still hung up and fed to birds, and it is terrifying to think about.

Imagine yourself being captured by the soldiers of the town, and then hanging like a captured robber, hanging from the outer wall of the castle, allowing a flock of scavenging birds such as crows to peck at the bones and sway in the wind.

Plop it up!

Old John knelt directly on the ground with weak legs, and subconsciously kowtowed desperately to Du Moqing like he did to the tax collector and the knight who occasionally inspected.

"Gracious sir, you are an eagle flying high in the sky! Your forgiveness is the greatest grace to those of us who reign on earth and look up to your majesty. ”

Thump! Thump!

Seeing the most authoritative old John kneeling down and kowtowing in thanks, the people in the crowd who were also involved in yesterday's incident immediately knelt down with him when they thought of the terrible punishment depicted by this unkillable monster.

"Get up!"

Du Moqing said coldly in a commanding tone because he needed to maintain his personality, but he was very helpless in his heart, why did he kneel down at every turn? Originally, I was going to use my self-taught mental skills to further make myself look majestic and solemn through movements.

Then guide their thoughts, shift the blame to the red-haired boy Chris, and help the protagonist who was chosen by himself to experience the treatment of the protagonist who is pointed out by thousands of people and hated by thousands of people.

It is more convenient for the old man to carry out the next step of training, and polish the small shortcomings of the other party as a smart creature who can think for himself.

As a result, before they could begin to verify what they had learned, the group of people decisively knelt down and interrupted their further actions.

"I know you want to beg me to intercede for you, but why?" Du Moqing's eyes swept one by one, and although he stood up, his back was greatly bent, and he didn't dare to look up at his people.

"You must know that it is a great mercy for me to forgive you for your unreasonableness, and what right do you have for me to intercede with another nobleman? Is it possible that you have been instructed to attack me? ”

Saying that, Du Moqing stretched out his hand and pointed at Chris, who had not recovered because of the weak joints and muscles that had been hit.

"It can't be, you launched an attack on me under his leadership, if that's the case, I can tell the lord to punish only the main messenger."

"But I won't allow you to frame me and offer me a good fellow with a good sword."

"What are you looking up at me, do you want me to have pity on you? Put the blame on him alone? I tell you that this is absolutely impossible, and even if you are all dead, I will intercede with the local lord to keep him. ”

Old John, who had lost his ability to think and was originally only concerned about begging for mercy, and the villagers who were filled with fear, heard that Chris would be alive even if he and the others died, jealousy, dissatisfaction, hatred, and all kinds of negative emotions surged.

I really wanted to blame Chris, but these careful thoughts were extinguished as soon as they rose under the anger of the angry nobles.

Hurriedly lowered his head and listened to express his deference, and listened to the noble lord in front of him, and continued to vent his dissatisfaction.

"Just yesterday, in your witness, he gave me all his weapons, which fully proves that he is harmless."

"How can someone who doesn't have weapons hurt me, can't he poison me? Do you have proof? Is there any evidence!! Is there any evidence!! Where will he put the poison? ”

Du Moqing fully interpreted what it means to be violent, and accused a young man in the crowd who almost didn't stand up, and continued to scold.

"What are you all watching him do? Why are your eyes wide open? Could it be that he pulled out a dagger behind me and was an assassin? You want to frame him as an assassin with bad intentions, I tell you it's impossible, it's absolutely impossible, can you show evidence? ”

The villagers who were scolded again with their heads lowered, many people, really wanted to say out loud at this time that they could come up with evidence.