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Chapter 37 Just Didn't Pay
"They don't have sheep near this farm."

Arthur was about to leave to torture John, but he heard Yule say this.

Arthur was puzzled: "You might as well make your words clearer."

Yu Le showed a look of understanding, and smiled greasy: "I've said enough."

The young lord was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly understood what his uncle meant.

"It's you who actually noticed this detail."

In the West, sheep are a symbol of evil.

The reason is very simple.

Some people use sheep to do bad things, and when they are discovered, they lie that they were seduced by sheep.

So a certain tacit understanding was reached, sheep are the demons walking in the world.

And Yule's sudden mention of this was to make Arthur notice something.

A farm house far away from the village, ten grown men, no sheep.

What else could it be?
The goodness of Yanglong, the joy of broken sleeves, the kindness of hugging one's back, and the addiction of Yu Tao.

You know, it's different from animals that don't start to reproduce until spring arrives.

Human beings have no time, posture, season, place, or race restrictions.

Arthur suddenly remembered what the ten gamblers said outside the haunted house, and had an idea in his mind.

John is probably a scheming weak man.

Maybe the other nine people are like-minded people.

If you catch John's favorite gambler, won't Jinlong's whereabouts be revealed soon?
He went into the farm, entered the room, and began the test.

"Which one will I point out, and whoever will be dragged out to be beaten," Arthur declared.

The spinach laymen on the ground shouted instantly.

"Master, I have no money."

"Don't fight, the money is in John's hands."

Although John was bruised and swollen from the beating, he was in good spirits.

After a while, Arthur noticed the clue.

As long as he points to certain two people, John will start to do some small movements, such as blinking frequently, swallowing saliva and so on.

"It's just you two, drag it out, as long as you can't beat it to death, beat it to death."

The two soldiers got the order and dragged the designated two out.

Arthur moved the chair to the side of John.

"Where's the money? Where's my golden dragon?"

John rolled his eyes back and forth, but didn't answer.

Soon, there were piercing cries of pain outside the house.

"John, tell me, you're going to die."

"Master, it's all John's idea, it has nothing to do with me, it has nothing to do with me, sir."

"Is our life so unimportant to you? I usually love you for nothing."

At the beginning, John could still carry it, pretending to be calm, but gradually his expression became tormented and grim, as if wearing a mask of pain.

Until I couldn't bear it anymore, "Tell them to stop, I will hand over your golden dragon."

cried the servant's son.

After Arthur told the soldiers to stop, he raised his head and said, "Tell me, where is it?"

"In the cowshed behind the house, there is an empty stone slab, and the golden dragon is hiding under it."

Arthur asked Javier and the rest of the soldiers to watch over the spinach laymen, and he and the two outside the house went to find Jinlong.

After getting the reminder, soon, the golden dragons wrapped in leather bags appeared in front of Arthur.

And there are some extra gains, such as leather shoulder pads, exquisite money bags, black velvet cloaks and other unrelated carry-on items.

"You two count."

Soon, the two soldiers finished counting their own piles, adding up to a total of 650 five pieces.

Including more than 30 pieces in the house, there are more than 680 in total.

In other words, these gamblers actually spent nearly twenty gold dragons in a month.

It is only a golden dragon to reclaim land for a big girl with yellow flowers.

Arthur did some calculations, and when he saw twenty young girls in front of his eyes, being troubled by these gamblers queuing up, he was furious.

Gotta give them some color.

Arthur grabbed a handful of golden dragons, stuffed them into his purse, and tossed one to each of the two soldiers.

"Thank you, Lord Arthur."

"In the future, let it be driven, there will be no other words."

They are guest soldiers from Shili City, so they have to give some benefits from time to time.

Now there are so many golden dragons, if Arthur takes out a silver stag and throws them both, and then they go back and tell their companions.

I'm afraid that when the war broke out, few guest soldiers were willing to fight for Arthur sincerely.

As a lord, in addition to showing his kindness to his subordinates, he must also allow them to benefit in a timely manner.

Interests are the most stable glue for power.

After letting them hold the cowhide bag and the windfall, the three returned to the house.

"There are so many good things, where did you steal them from?" Arthur asked after giving each of the remaining guest soldiers a golden dragon.

John looked at the belongings the soldier was holding, "This is definitely not stolen. Please believe that I just didn't pay, or I haven't paid until now."

"Ah, you have a lot of problems!" Arthur said with emotion.

"Instructing one's father to steal the Lord's money is unfaithful; killing others is unkind; killing one's own father is unfilial; stealing other people's things is unrighteous. Are these four things enough to sentence you to death?"

John, who was lying on the ground, was taken aback for a moment, then sneered, "You nobles are really hypocritical, kill as you want, so much nonsense!"

His whole body was still in pain, and he could hardly move.

But when he heard Arthur's hypocritical words, he still turned his head and laughed to express his contempt.

"Why, are you not convinced? Is what I said unreasonable?"

John rolled his eyes, "Yes, yes, it makes sense. Your words have their own reasons for nobles, but not for us common people."

"Yeah? You're a bastard, is it reasonable? Tell me, what is your common sense? If you can sleep with me, I'll let you see the Seven Gods with a hammer, otherwise you'll have to lie down for seven days and seven nights Die again."

Arthur said so.

John was jealous and hated the words of the lord, "If I have monks as teachers like you, gray-robed Amber as instructors, bachelors from the lord's family to treat diseases, and leaders to help you work, I can grow like you It's enviable, but I don't have one, I only have a father who lives in the basement, and a father who is a dog for the nobles."

Arthur thought for a while: "Even if you were born inferior to others, you can't blame others like this. Didn't your father try his best to make you a better person? Didn't he ask you to learn from monks and wandering warriors? Cyril also I didn't let you hang out with gamblers!"

"Find monks to teach me how to lick other people's assholes, and wandering warriors to teach me how to stick buttocks, right? This is better, I can't stand it!" John sarcastically said.

"It's ridiculous that the gamblers you despise in your mouth and despise in your heart are the people who treat me best in Hejian, not monks and wandering warriors."

Arthur was a little surprised. It turned out that he had been treated like that since he was a child, no wonder.

"But you can't kill your father, he treats you sincerely."

"His own life is unsatisfactory, why should he impose unnecessary efforts on me? Doesn't he understand the simple truth of salty fish turning over or salty fish?" John said hurriedly, as if holding his breath for a long time.

Arthur thought about it, too.

The civilians on the continent of Westeros really have no way to advance. In peacetime, they are big fat sheep for the lords to pluck their wool.

The kind that can't run yet.

After all, the rest of the continent is like this, and the Essos continent in the east has no security guarantee.

John took it easy for a while, feeling that his body was not so painful, and slowly said: "Before you express hypocritical criticism, master, let's see if he has such superior family conditions as you!"

Although the pain was gone, John suddenly caught a glimpse of his father's body.

The servant in the basement, who was looking forward to his son's success, was lying in the corner at the moment, although his eyes were closed, he still seemed to be staring at his son.

But at this moment, that child from someone else's family, the child whose father has been comparing him with himself, is using their aristocratic thinking to humiliate himself before he dies.

In my next life, I want to be a father, let Cyril be my son, and let him see how I educate my children.

John thought so.

"You'd better let me die quickly, and end my rotten life with a hammer, so as not to dirty your eyes and ears."

Arthur couldn't think of a way to refute John's words, so he raised his sledgehammer and blasted it.

The other gamblers remained silent.

"My lord, are you going to kill them?" Javier asked for instructions.

"Our manpower is not so abundant. If we take them back, at least nine grown men can still move rocks." The lord, who was not in a good mood, ordered this.

"Thank you, my lord, for your generosity."

"Seven gods bless you!"

The remaining spinach laymen expressed their gratitude.

The eight quickly cleaned up, put the gamblers who couldn't walk on the bullock cart, and brought the other gamblers back to the Moulin Rouge.

After all, this is the territory of the Ward family, and Blackwood's territory is not far away. It is not very safe for Arthur to stay here for a long time.

Most of the money was returned, but Arthur didn't feel relieved.

He is a soul with normal three views who has received nine years of compulsory education. Although he sometimes thinks about the addiction of the lord, he never has the heart to bully the people as slaves.

Everyone is equal and friendly and mutual assistance is engraved in the DNA.

The death of John and Cyril did not relieve him of the loss of money, but he felt a sense of guilt.

After all, it was the existence of nobles like him and the original owner's father that made Cyril and his son such a tragedy.

A tragedy that cannot be saved even if the salted fish turns over.

Aren't the nobles like Blackwood who don't treat common people as human beings, and the nobles like myself who treat common people as human beings, all parasitic rentiers who oppress common people?

Arthur felt that this conflicted with the thinking of his successor, but he was powerless to change it.

He is just a small low-level nobleman, how can he change the social form of the entire Westeros continent?

What he can do is to better fulfill his lord's obligations and better protect his more than 2000 people.

This way they will not live up to the taxes they pay.

PS: Ask for a recommendation ticket and ask for a monthly ticket.

A ride-and-slash joke every day:
Me: "I heard that you are at odds with Lord Xiaolin?"

Old Lord Wang: "I heard that he is pursuing Ms. Xiaofang, I am going to give him some flair."

Me: "I heard that you are at odds with the big black lord?"

Old Lord Wang: "I heard that he is pursuing Miss Nun, I plan to give him some flair."

Me: "I heard that you are at odds with Lord Palavin?"

Lord Wang: "I heard that he is pursuing my wife, so I plan to give him some flair."

(End of this chapter)