Rise In Calradia

There were a few soldiers under him, and Byron’s confidence was strengthened a lot. Those robbers who had no good intentions also avoided them far away. There are many robbers around Paravin, but there is no robber force capable of it. Risking to attack this squad, the goods are too small, the gain is not worth the loss.

　　 Of course, if they knew the number of silver coins in Byron’s pocket now, it would be a different story.

　　 The five people traveled unhurriedly on the road, and occasionally stopped to rest. There are always some simple huts near the roads in this area. This was originally the foothold of the militia patrolling outside the city, but is now taken over by nearby villagers. Here tourists can dine and rest, drink a little malt wine mixed with water, and nearby hunters send fresh prey every day. This kind of temporary rest point actually feeds many people, even if the robbers are not forced to do so. Attack here.

　　 This kind of rest seems unnecessary, but it is very necessary for Byron and his gang who are marching in full gear. Because Byron asked to arm himself at all times, coupled with the lack of camel-carrying horses, these militiamen must always bear the weight of all their equipment and a small amount of supplies, and they will get tired over time.

　　 The time for these soldiers to join Byron's team is still very short. In order to prevent unnecessary betrayal, Byron has also increased the number of breaks. Anyway, they are not in a hurry.

　　Because the speed slowed down, Byron and the others did not reach Vader when it was dark, so they found a small settlement that was not even a village, and spent more than a dozen copper plates for one night.

　　 It is very poor. The only a dozen villagers and their cattle and sheep are very thin, and the nearby farmland is not fertile, so Byron and the other soldiers huddled together and slept all night. Although it is not comfortable at all, there are always people snoring, but it is safe to win.

　　 No one knows whether robbers will break into the house at night, let alone whether the host who receives him will murder for the dinar.

　　 Byron woke up early the next day, because the noise outside made people sleepless.

　　 The big John had already got up and looked through the window, and the militiamen were called by Byron one after another.

　　 "There was a cavalry and a few militiamen outside, and they quarreled with the people in the village."

　　 The big John talked about the situation to Byron, and Byron himself looked out from the fully ventilated window.

　　 A tall and strong war horse. Although it is not wearing a chain robe, it can be confirmed from the body and spirit that it is a good horse. There were two workhorses carrying many packages nearby, and one of them was supporting the folded horse chain armor.

　　 Two Swadian militiamen guarded these horses with shields, especially the war horse. To the nobles, a good horse was worth more than five lives.

　　 On the other side, a man wearing a cloak and chain armor that was much better by Byron's chain mail and a sword pinned to his waist was shouting angrily at a group of elderly couples. Behind the cavalry, there were four militiamen with slightly different equipment, each with a vicious expression, and the leader holding a banner.

　　 The old couple lowered their heads, but from time to time they would add two sentences. The villagers in nearby houses also brought things like hoes and pitchforks in a circle and looked at the soldiers cautiously.

　　 "I swear, my lord, we have really paid last year's tax, and there are not a lot of them."

"Okay, don't swear, you ugly old woman. Lord Greyward requires all villages in his territory to pay a war tax! One card acre (one card acre of land is slightly larger than one acre) of land Dinar! Twenty coppers per person!"

　　 "But my lord, I have never heard of such..."

　　 "Then you know now! During the war, you must be treated specially, either by paying money or taking a fist!"

　　 Under the intimidation of the cavalry, the surrounding villagers frowned, and the hands holding the tools trembled. But they didn't have the courage to fight, not only because of the equipment that the opponent was completely ahead of, but also because of the flag, the flag with the horse and antler pattern.

　　On the continent of Calradia, possession of a flag proves that he is a nobleman. Although that banner only belongs to a small and weak family with no rights, provoking the nobles means declaring war with the entire aristocratic class, and they cannot bear the consequences.

　　 Byron thought over and over again, but he called John and opened the door together and went out.

　　 "Head, nobles are not easy to provoke, don't provoke your upper body."

　　 When pushing the door open, John still exclaimed next to him.

　　 "Hey, who are you?!"

　　 Byron strode forward, behaving very confidently, and immediately attracted the attention of a militia on the opposite side.

　　 The suspected noble cavalry also frowned, turned his attention to Byron, and pressed his right hand on the sword at his waist.

　　 "The mercenary von Byron, we are staying here, who are you?"

　　Byron stopped near the old couple, faced the cavalry, and exposed the mace hanging from the waist belt and the Germanic sword hanging on the other side to stabilize the balance.

　　 The eyes of the old couple turned to Byron, their eyes full of prayers for help.

　　 But hearing Byron's self-introduction, the other party's face showed a dismissive expression, and he waved his hand very casually.

　　 "Byron? I have never heard of it. I am a knight under Lord Greyward-Merck Ness, the third son of Baron Ness!" If you are interested, get out, mercenary! I have no spare money to hire you! ‘’

　　 Hearing these words, Byron's heart instantly burned with anger. But he still tried his best to suppress the flame. This is not a game. Be careful with every choice.

　　 He squinted his eyes and saw that his three militiamen were poking their heads out of the door and watching. They were cautious but didn't mean to rush out. Byron couldn't help but cursed "cowardly!" in his heart.

　　 But there is no way. After all, it is not a game. It hasn't been a few days since he recruited these soldiers to his men. Their loyalty is still in doubt, and it is easy to understand behavior that puts his own life safety first.

　　 Just watched too many loyal fighters in the novel and TV, and Byron's heart was inevitably a little unhappy. And John kept his head down, which made Byron even more disappointed.

　　 "I don't want to cause trouble for myself. I just want to ask you what the tax is about."

　　 Hearing Byron's words, the knight's expression improved a bit, but his tone was still full of impatientness.

　　 "The order of Lord Grainward, the extra tax levied during the war between the kingdom and the Rhodos. This has nothing to do with you, mercenary."

　　 "Sorry, sir, I'm just asking."

　　Byron took a step back and apologized very reluctantly.

　　 He is very dissatisfied with this. If his soldiers have the courage to stand beside him and face the cavalry and the flag behind him, UU reading www.uukanshu. com, he can still stand up and question the opponent, and even have the confidence to push the opponent back. But in this case, he can only endure this tone.

　　 Seeing Byron's performance, the farmers were greatly disappointed, and the men in the couple had to bend down and begged each other not to take their important labor to farm cattle.

　　 "I don't want the thing with the bones left, take out the money, or I will kill the beasts!"

　　 However, in the face of the aggressive attitude of the knights, the peasants' request had no obvious effect. In desperation, they can only put down their farm tools and go back to the house to find the remaining valuables.

　　 "Fifteen dinars, buy that lean cow."

　　 It may be that the conscience is overwhelmed. It may be that the villagers' unexplained request failed to help them complete. Byron found the old man and handed him some silver coins.

　　 The old man's indifferent and helpless expression changed a little, and after thinking about it for a while, he accepted the money.

　　 "Sir, you can take him away at any time"

　　'S tone is full of pain and helplessness. They didn't like Byron before, and they do now.

　　 But Byron has his own considerations. With his current strength and noble class, even if it is just a little baron who is too lazy to mention in the game, there will be no good fruit. And those cowards have been hiding in the house, even if John is included, they are not their opponents.

　　 Although it has lost a little bit, this cow will not be bought for nothing. It is better to give this cow to the elders in the village when you arrive at Vinda, so that recruitment can be easier.

　　 But just when he was trying to suppress his anger, John came over and whispered in his ear.

　　 "Trust me, head, that guy is not a nobleman at all!"