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"War?"

This intimidation made the sneer on the corner of Edward's mouth thicker. (The first text is published in the reading room biquge.info)

In fact, with regard to taxes, there is indeed a tradition of uniform collection by the great nobles, and it is natural to add some of them. But for a few gold coins to start a war, it can only be used to ignore those civilians who have never seen the world.

"You think I'm scaring you, Sue you, the Blackhawk family, who are about to crusade against the brutal Earl Lane, so you should know what the tax is all about. In a hurry, the fat baron's voice was hurried and fast: "Sue you, daring to resist taxes is like rebellion! A small territory like yours, in front of Blackhawk's army, will turn into ruins in the blink of an eye! The mages under the duke, if not a hundred, have eighty people, do you think you can resist?"

The young lord was silent for a moment.

Of course, Edward had no interest in learning from Zhang Sanye's temper and teaching this idiot a lesson, but he also had no interest in accepting blackmail for nothing - although a silver coin paid on a person's head was two hundred gold coins, which was only a drop in the bucket for Edward.

But if it's about the war...... Even if it's just friction between nobles, it's a troublesome thing, and it's just the beginning.

"Your Excellency, what about this money......

The corners of his pale mouth twisted slightly, and there was some sweetness in the young lord's voice: "Good to discuss." But this manpower, hehe, Mr. Baron, you have also seen it, we have just started construction now, and it is really difficult to spare manpower, do you see if you can think of a way......"

If there were one or two people here who knew Poplar Town well, this smile would make them shudder - it was one of the signatures of the King of Hunters, and usually the unlucky ones would just be faced with this smile. Then something unfortunate will happen - and most of them have died inexplicably in the Forest of Whispers.

"Oh, this one. Your Excellency, you also know that the errands of our people are not easy to do. ”

Apparently. No one would tell the fat baron about this secret, so a smile spread across his face.

What mage, isn't that what it is, hearing the name of the Blackhawk family. It softened instantly!

However, he didn't dare to be too presumptuous - the power of the magician is strong, difficult to restrain and naturally has his own quirks, since the other party is soft, no matter how verbose he is, he is asking for trouble for himself.

"But now that you've opened your mouth, I'll take on a little more responsibility...... Five...... No, at least eight gold coins per person. I rehired people...... I know the price is a little higher. But with all due respect, at this stage, it's really not easy to hire. Please also be considerate and considerate...... Hehe. ”

"Okay, one hundred and eighty platinum coins, huh?" The young lord's smile widened. He casually took out two rolls of sackcloth from his bosom, and the moment the sackcloth opened. The brilliance of platinum made everyone hold their breath.

So. The tax collector and his party left quickly, and the infantry who followed the carriage ran out of the majesty of the cavalry.

"This fat maggot!"

Watching the team leave happily, several half-elf mercenaries couldn't help but spit hatefully, the more than 1,000 gold coins were really a lot of money, even if they took on ten tasks, they might not be able to earn it.

But what can be done? This kind of land snake is the most difficult to deal with, and the best way is to spend money to eliminate the disaster, otherwise, the matter will not be easily resolved.

So, is that the end now?

No, not yet.

"Meliane, bring me the Baroque Night Rain, and Miss Lisa, well, you can bring a few more nimble fellows with us. The young lord glanced thoughtfully at the shadow of the distant carriage and commanded faintly.

Then, when the sun passed through the middle of the sky, these two dozen or so people used teleportation to return to the territory, but some careful ones immediately noticed that they seemed to be a little different?

"The local things are not very good, but fortunately, these chain mails can also be used as linings, you pick and choose, if it is not suitable, take it to the young people in the village, and those long swords and helmets or something, all distribute them, those teenage imps, if you want to learn swordsmanship, you can teach it,

Gathered all the mercenaries, and then poured a large pile of things out of a small pocket—the young lord commanded, and walked away on his own, leaving behind dozens of pieces of chain mail, swords, and helmets.

"How does this thing look familiar...... Isn't that the horse that the tax collector pulled the cart on, I remember......?"

Rummaging through the swords and chain mail that seemed to be washed through with water, but still had a faint fishy smell, a mercenary who stayed behind asked their leader suspiciously, "Boss, what are you doing?"

However, Meliane obviously didn't intend to solve his doubts, but just glared at him with a strange look: "Shut up, with so much talk, are you full of food? Don't eat tonight, or are you going to try to challenge the longest vigil?"

The vigil was naturally very hard, so the fool immediately did not dare to speak out. But this conversation was enough to make the rest of the people who were not so stupid understand something, so after glancing at each other, they also tacitly closed their mouths.

But in fact, with a little brain, it's easy to guess what's going on......

So soon, all the half-elf mercenaries in Burgundy, and even some half-elf civilians, would salute respectfully when they met the young lord again, and there was a little more awe on their faces.

......

However, the young lord did not notice these little things.

That fat tax collector only has a rough understanding of things, but a war in the territory of the nobles seems to be inevitable.

Spacious mansions and castles, noble and elegant clothes and delicacies, rich and wealthy, spending thousands of dollars, going out to ride, entering to serve, greasing and whitewashing......

When it comes to aristocrats. Ordinary people always have the impression of such a group of people. However, in fact, not so long ago, this was only the great aristocracy. Something that the most privileged of people can enjoy.

Although in recent years, the method of honorary fiefdom has begun to appear in Tuminis, and the number of petty nobles who do not have to run their own domains and enjoy a fixed salary is gradually increasing. And it could eventually become a trend. However, in most parts of the continent, the nobles were still just a little more famous than the rich people.

They did not live in the mansions of the city, let alone in the country houses, but the vast majority of the lower and middle nobles lived in the castles made of wood in their domains. The image is not to pick up a wine and taste it in a graceful posture, but to drink it in large gulps. Eat meat. A large number of them don't do those tedious rituals because no one appreciates them. Instead of a cane, they carried a long sword. The usual pastime is not to go to the fine opera, but to hunt and war.

In this day and age, it was sometimes difficult to distinguish most of the nobility from the bandits. In fact, some nobles often engaged in bandit behavior - looting caravans, taking people into dungeons, and demanding ransom...... They are vulgar. They are savage. They are vulgar. They are essentially nothing more than a bunch of bullies who rely on force to make a superior living.

Therefore, it seems that I have to be prepared as much as possible, so as not to suffer from the fish pond.

In fact, as long as he wants, the war will not burn his territory for the time being, although it is only the territory of 2,000 people. The number of half-elf mercenaries is less than a hundred, but there are more than a dozen priests of the Dark Lady. After another day or two, the walls around the territory were closed. Even ten times as many troops may not be able to capture this place, as far as it is more......

How big is Blackhawk, bigger than Albert?

It's just that Edward doesn't really like to take this route unless he has to—after all, the old fellow

Or, as long as a little rumor is revealed, it is enough for His Excellency the Duke to think about it, as long as he is a reasonable person, he can naturally use the momentum to resist......

But what if it doesn't?

It seems that the construction of the territory needs to be accelerated.

Gunpowder, a large-scale weapon of destruction, can naturally be used as a tool to defend the city, he has begun to build a saltpeter mound in the territory, dung, animal entrails, plus plant ash, can be used to boil saltpeter, sulfur can be bought, plus charcoal to make ordinary black powder, plus some copper powder, used to deal with ordinary soldiers wearing cotton leather armor in this era, it must be enough, for the light cavalry with imperfect protection is also full of effect.

As for the heavy infantry and cavalry, if that kind of thing really arrives, I'm afraid it means that Edward has completely turned his face with the authorities, and under the combined attack of the mage and the army, this kind of small city is not at all possible to resist a thunderous blow, so naturally there is no need to pull any defense.

That's something that ten thousand people, no, at least more than thirty thousand people in a castle, can barely try, or, when Edward's own strength is at least able to touch the eight rings of the magic net...... Or you can do it if you have a similar power.

But in that case, I'm afraid it will take a long time.

The lord of Burgundy shook his head, and then laughed—for he found himself thinking a little too much, and that this kind of thing, somewhat similar to the y, always awaited a higher temptation after a little devotion.

Let's solve the current problem first.

Before the young lord could return to the tower, something new had already come to his door.

"Your Excellency. The old blacksmith Hans seemed to be accustomed to running errands now, and his steps were all changed to trotting: "That...... There are a few half-elves who can hunt, plus a few local people, yesterday afternoon into the woods, ready to get some game for everyone to make a big tooth sacrifice, but still not back, we asked the priestess of the temple to do divination, but the result is ...... They seemed to be dead. ”

"Dead?" Edward frowned, "How did you die?"

"I don't know. The old man shook his head and said, "However, we have to get their bodies back...... So, so this ......"

"This kind of thing, just let the mercenaries go, right? at most bring one or two more priests,"

"But...... Lord, this is very strange, there are no big beasts in the forests in this area, let alone magical beasts, at most a few lone wolves, even if there are really bears or something, it is impossible to kill so many people at once...... So, everyone is speculating. Isn't it those demons ......"

It was not difficult to find these corpses, and it took less than an hourglass to walk in the miscellaneous woods. The corpse that fell under a copper mountain beech tree had already appeared in the field of vision.

But Edward's brow became tighter and tighter.

Although several corpses were scattered and scattered, they were not very far away. The fatal wound was on the neck. But whether it was a half-elf or a human, the wounds that exposed the bones were almost identical, and the vocal cords and major arteries were cut together with a single knife, and not even a trace of excess muscle and skin was harmed, that kind of skill. Even Edward was ashamed of himself.

And their faces were expressions of extreme horror, and their features were twisted to the point that they almost snapped and fell from their bones.

"Sneak attack while they're returning. It should be night. Edward kicked a few pheasants and hares, foxes and other prey, and torches thrown aside: "The blood on the ground has seeped into the ground. They didn't move after they were killed, so judging by their formation and the hunting bows they carried, it was clear that the enemy was very good at concealment. Attacked them at great distance. And the corpses that are not scattered show that the other party is very fast, and they simply don't have time to react. ”

"Drow. ”

Unexpectedly, someone went further than he deduced—Baroque Yeyu squatted down, looked at the wound a few times, and showed a rare serious expression: "Curved blade." It's very thin, and the technique is very accurate. The strength is not very great, only those black skins can do it. ”

"Are you sure?"

That word is like magic. The forest was quiet, and after a pause, Meliane spoke in a low voice.

The name of the dark elves is like thunder, even for civilians.

The planet of this world is filled with a large number of voids, divided into a large number of levels, and it is said that the total area is not necessarily lower than the surface space, and legend has it that all kinds of deformed, evil creatures live here to avoid the sun. There, they built cities that were not inferior to those on the ground - and although the legends were all evil monsters, most of them were untouched. But Drow, the Dark Elves, seems to be an exception.

This race has a very long history, and is also known as Elisre, and is said to be a group of elves who rebelled against the elven god Corellon Larysian.

According to the legend, the family dispute between the main god of the elves and his wife Aroshi eventually led to a war among the believers, and in the end, of course, the man took the advantage, not only expelling the wife of the chaff and winning a new wife, but also casting a vicious curse on the unlucky elves who were on the wrong side, banishing them to the dark land, turning them into black-haired Drow.

It is precisely because of this that the followers of the legendary Queen of God are extremely evil, fierce and murderous.

"That's right, coated with toxin, this kind of knife edge can only be made by those black-skinned pure gold scimitars, I met them again when I was a child, and I was stabbed a few times, so I can't be wrong. The dwarf shook his head and made the brass ring clange, "What are these guys doing here? ”

"Whatever you do, you're going to have to make these bastards pay. ”

Miss Lisa squatted down, gently stroked each half-elf corpse, looked frightened, and whispered to herself, "Little Justin is dead, but what is Salilean going to do? The two of them have just made a marriage engagement, Trenk's children are still young, and his wife has been injured......

"If it's a passerby, then forget it, there's no good way...... But the black skins seldom come to the ground," said the dwarves, "and they hate the sun." Won't come out unless there's something special needed. And they generally only have two ways to move, either one person or a small group, at least five. ”

"You mean, there's an exit to the Dark Realm?" Edward raised an eyebrow, "The people in the village said before that they had been attacked by something at night, and they lost a lot of people. ”

"Oh, that's right!"

The dwarf suddenly let out a loud shout and slapped his palm hard: "If this is what this kind of thing does, then it is not surprising, they have a tradition of trials,"

"When a group of little drows come of age, they will climb up to the surface and find some people to practice their hands, so that they can familiarize themselves with the process of killing, and by the way, educate them about how terrible they are on the ground, how weird the people on the ground are, and so on, so that those guys will be content with the underground life. The dwarf said.

So everyone's faces changed—including Edward,

"This kind of passage to the ground is quite troublesome. After a pause, Edward shook his head and said, "Can't you block the entrance to the cave? ”

"They can be opened at any time, and there are quite a few mages in Drow," the dwarf said, "These black-skinned guys are as good as ants, and they are very vindictive, blocking a passage, often luring them over, not to mention, no one knows how many entrances to the underground there are." ”

So the best way, one is to move and stay away from them, or to exterminate them, as long as they kill everyone in their city, then naturally there is nothing to worry about

Edward's eyes narrowed.

Regarding the Dark Regions, he really remembered the last adventure vividly, and he didn't expect to pass by these again so soon. (To be continued......)

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