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Volume 1 Chapter 160 The big man¡¯s plan, the rise and fall are the suffering of the common people

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    "Quiet! Quiet!" Smito slammed the wooden cup in his hand on the table. This muscular man with thick beard and hair rarely showed obvious dissatisfaction, "Listen to the village chief!"

    Under the shock of the man's muscles that seemed ready to explode at any time, the people around him gradually calmed down from the quarrel.

    The tavern owner wiped the cold sweat off his head and hurriedly asked a few scantily clad red-haired waitresses to secretly replace the wine on the table with a lighter type.

    After glancing approvingly at the blacksmith who had stabilized the situation, a gray-haired old man sitting at the head of the long table used his cloudy eyes to scan the group of villagers in front of him who had all their inner injustices on their faces.

    "I still can't agree with your idea." The old man shook his head slowly and said slowly, "According to the news from Al Town, what the messenger said last time is true.  The lord who bought our village does have the right to issue such an order. I have to warn everyone in advance that if you really listen to that guy Anderson and attack the people sent by the new lord, according to the laws of the kingdom, this will  But it¡¯s no different from a rebellion¡òOnce the army is provoked, our small village"

    Heavy words such as "law", "rebellion" and "army" are obviously very effective for these farmers who have never seen the world. After the old village chief finished speaking, there seemed to be two or three people who showed hesitation.

    "No troops will come here. Mr. Village Chief, you are too worried." A clear voice sounded from the door of the tavern across the crowd.

    The crowd turned back one after another.  A path was separated and the man who spoke came in. He was a young man with blond hair, blue eyes and thin lips.  The fancy dress seems incompatible with the dirty surroundings.

    "Andersonwho gave you permission to come back?" The old village chief squinted his eyes and stared at him, "Your father expelled you from the village. Now, what do you want to do when you come back?  ?¡±

    "Don't be excited, old man. Who told my useless brother to destroy all the property left by my father? The old man's so-called expulsion has no effect, isn't it? Am I right? Mr. Village Chief?"  The young man named Anderson sat down across from the long table in a frivolous manner, smiling and greeting the surrounding villagers.

    "Huh!" Anderson's answer made the old village chief snort unpleasantly, but he did not refute it, apparently acquiescing that what the other party said was correct.

    "Don't be like this. People will grow, right? I am no longer the same person I used to be." Anderson said proudly, "To tell you the truth, I am now serving a big shot."

    "Is it the idea of ??the big shot behind you to provoke the villagers to openly fight against the new lord?" The old village chief let out a disdainful sigh.  "Then I don't think he is a great person."

    "Damn, you" Anderson was a little annoyed, but he quickly controlled himself and withdrew his hand that was about to slap the table.  "We are not going to fight against the lord, we are just putting forward a few opinions. Besides, do you really believe in that inexplicable paper plan? It is necessary to build a town of the size that the man described.  How can any noble be able to get such a huge amount of money? What¡¯s more, winter is about to begin. If our entire village really moves there, but we find that the houses are not ready when we get there, will we just wrap up in our clothes?  Make it through the whole winter?¡±

    "This" the old village chief hesitated, and his voice became a little weaker, "That Miss Wamborn made a promise in the name of the family."

    In fact, regarding these questions raised by Anderson, he himself has considered them for a long time but still does not dare to make a conclusion easily.  Before all the guarantees were fulfilled, all he could do was to choose to believe in the reputation of the new lord.  But with such a weak reason alone, it was really difficult for him to convince the villagers who had to take huge risks to travel long distances.

    "Ha! You actually believe in such a pampered rich lady!" Seeing that the villagers started to riot because of the old village chief's wavering, Anderson took the opportunity to strike hard, "Think about it, everyone.  "Son, a teenage girl who is still young, how dare she speak nonsense about building a town?"

    "The 'little girl' you call her is famous among the bards of Al Town for her beauty, kindness, and bravery." The old village chief seized on the loophole in Anderson's words and retaliated accurately.

    "Rumors are just baseless rumors. As long as they stuff enough gold coins, that group of people dare to praise the goblins as angels." Miscalculation of the information the other party learned.Anderson immediately chose to change the subject, "Besides, what we all want is just to live a stable life. What we are going to fight for is freedom! This land has always belonged to my family.  And I, Anderson Niola, as the last descendant of my family, am happy to return freedom and land to all the people in the village."

    "But you didn't inherit this land. It once belonged to your brother, and now, its legal owner is Miss Wamborn. No matter which side it is, it has nothing to do with you." The old village chief frowned  He said with a frown.

    "Believe me, on this point, some things can be adjusted, as long as all of you are willing to cooperate." Anderson smiled brightly and pointed upward carefully with his index finger.

    "Are you serving Baron Cook?" The old village chief suddenly reacted and exclaimed, "No! This is impossible! How could Lord Cook make such a crazy decision? It will not do him any good.  It will only arouse the hatred of the Wamborn family in vain!"

    "Stop talking, old man." Anderson glanced around with sharp eyes. When he saw the villagers lowering their heads with satisfaction, he said in a deep voice, "Those are the decisions of the big shots. You should think about how we should implement them."  Bar."

    Strictly speaking, Baron Cook did not directly take back the power of this village.  However.  For many years, the invisible deterrent caused by the fact that he is the lord of this place still brings fear and uneasiness to this group of villagers who have never met before.

    The old village chief was silent.

    The shabby tavern suddenly fell silent, with only the sound of the howling wind passing through the alley from time to time.  It brings a bit of gloominess.

    "I'm oldI don't have the energy to bother with these things anymore. You have all grown up and are no longer children who don't know how to distinguish right from wrong. You can make your own decisions about your future." The old man seemed to have become much older all of a sudden.  , he grabbed the cane leaning against the table and stood up from the chair with difficulty, "Let's go, Smito. Help me back."

    ¡°Gudu¡± drank the ale in the cup in one gulp, and Smito stood up without saying a word and supported the old village chief¡¯s arm.

    "Old village chief¡ª¡ª"

    "Don't go-"

    "Grandpa, village chief¡ª¡ª"

    Some villagers tried to persuade him to stay, but the old man did not look back.  Just like that, he staggered out of the tavern with the help of the blacksmith.

    After a period of silence, people began to turn their attention to Anderson, who had become the center.  You know, being able to directly serve the Baron is a very great thing in the eyes of the people in this remote village.

    "Is it true that no troops will come?" a villager asked hesitantly.

    "Absolutely not! The Baron can guarantee that the private army of the Mbourne family must pass through at least five baronies before they can reach us. This kind of thing will not be allowed by those nobles. The Baron can easily  In the name of resisting the invasion, we unite with surrounding allies to launch a war. Surround and deal with them." Anderson explained as simply as possible, "Of course, last time we detained the messenger sent by that little girl. She should be soon  We will send more people over, but the number is unlikely to be large. We are fully capable of driving them back over and over again, and when the situation reaches a stalemate, this matter will finally be settled.  And our village can be said to be completely destroyed by then.  think about it.  You no longer need to pay even a copper penny in taxes.  "

    ¡°But we don¡¯t have weapons, how are we going to deal with those people who are coming?¡± Another villager shouted, ¡°Smito has refused to provide services to us.¡±

    "It doesn't matter, I have already considered this." Anderson smiled proudly, "When my friends and I came, we also brought some shiny gifts. When everyone goes to my place, I will share them.  It¡¯s for you, free.¡±

    While the villagers were discussing impassionedly about resisting the "invaders", Arati had already led his escort team and rode their horses through most of the distance at extremely fast speeds.

    With a large amount of funds suddenly in hand, she naturally gained a lot of confidence. Even Isabel was rarely generous for a while and purchased a batch of horses for the members of the escort team to use.  Although it is not an excellent knight's war horse that has been specially trained by horse training experts and can charge fearlessly in any situation, with a little training and cooperation, it is basically enough to meet daily needs.

    Generally speaking, most normal people are more willing to accept orders from a master who values ??themselves and cares about their own safety.  For example, suppose you had to choose during a war to join the army of one of two neighboring lords.  On one side are worn leather armors and cheap spears, on the other side are heavy helmets armed to the teeth.With armor and a sharp and easy-to-hand halberd, I guess you won¡¯t have that much of a struggle in making the decision.

    With strong horses, strong armor, sophisticated weapons, and the personal guidance of an almost unimaginably powerful martial arts master, they no longer need to worry about boring farm work, not to mention that the benefits distributed are so generous. For people like them,  For men who rely on wielding knives to make a living, what else can they hope for in this life?  The members of the guard were naturally filled with gratitude, and their loyalty to their young lord was silently increased, especially after noticing the envious looks of the new juniors who had joined the guard.

    As for the remaining force in the castle, on the one hand, there is a small group of guards of the Wamborn family who obeyed the baron's order to stay and take care of their daughter instead of evacuating; on the other hand, the adventurous team "Gold" hired by Sebastian  "Tian Ping" has also been carefully patrolling the territory every day in accordance with the signed contract; with mutual cooperation, it is enough to maintain the daily safety of the surrounding area.  After all, the reputation of the lord here alone is enough to suppress most of the evil incidents.

    "Lord Alati, are we being too cautious in this operation?" When they were about to reach their destination and the group stopped to drink water for their last rest in the wild, the team leader Aite asked with a smile.

    Looking at the blurry village on the horizon from a distance, the color of Alati¡¯s pupils gradually faded, like a gray chaos of nothingness.

    No one knows that not long ago, the beliefs that this middle-aged man has always upheld suffered a severe impact.  Without going through the ritual of a leap of faith, and without doing anything special, he just calmly awakened to the mysterious power that only master assassins could master, as recorded in some of the Assassin sect's classics.  Just as Sebastian jokingly speculated at that time, the goals he had longed for were not based on extraordinary strength, but maybe just because he was lucky enough to have a unique bloodline.

    "Etter." The middle-aged man suddenly spoke.

    "What's the matter, sir?" Aite responded immediately.

    "Let our people prepare for the battle. I think what will greet us later will not be the warm embrace of the girls."

    In the "Eagle Eye" of the Master Assassin, the entire world has lost its color, leaving only gray and white. Only the village in the distance shines with a voluptuous red light the size of a cigarette butt, which is bright and dazzling.  (To be continued

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