our family is gone

Chapter 21 Farm Prologue
"Help the lord."

Little John replied as if he had enlightened.

Common people basically don't have the word loyalty, not to mention that he is not a person directly under the farmer. Soon Lance learned from him what he could come into contact with, and found that he was just a handyman in the grain store in the town.

Appearing here is entirely at the request of the shopkeeper to inform the farmer that "the new lord is back and the mayor is beheaded", and not much is known about the rest.

"Tell me about the usual contact time and frequency of the grain store and the farm?"

"Every three days, someone will come to deliver food and collect money to go back. The last time was just two days ago. It was originally tomorrow that someone came to change shifts with those guards."

"Where are the guards in the store? Why didn't they come, but you came instead?"

"They only listen to the master's words, and the shopkeeper can't command them. This kind of hard work can only be left to me."

The master is naturally the owner of the farm. It stands to reason that the guards should be the ones to notify them of this situation, but it is obvious that the guards are used to being lazy. To move these people, the only way is to ask your clerk to notify them.

"Hmph~" Lance sneered. These servants and guards have such qualities, and I think it's a bit too much to treat them as enemies.

"Tell me how many guards there are, their equipment, and their location."

Under Little John's description, Lance quickly grasped the basic situation.

There are five people in total, one of them is the squad leader, wearing a breastplate and holding an axe, two crossbowmen, and two swordsmen.

This is an arrangement made by the farmer to protect his own food. From the perspective of the number of people, these five people are just Leonard's charge and a chop.

But after pairing it with armor and weapons, it is indeed a lot of power, especially those two crossbows, relying on the granary, it can be said that no one wants to face it directly.

Although the power and range of the crossbow are weaker than that of the flintlock, the rate of fire of the crossbow is much faster than that of the flintlock, and it is impossible for Lance to fight against the rain of arrows.

But according to what Little John said, these people have no discipline at all, and they often bully him by drinking and drinking on weekdays. If they hadn't been ordered to guard the grain store, they might have gone out to have fun.

Lance didn't think it was too strange. These people hadn't received professional training, so it could be said that they weren't even considered militiamen.

And these guards are just hooligans armed with weapons. It's okay to bully the serfs who won't resist. Let alone compare with the regular army, they can't even compare with mercenaries and bandits, because mercenaries really dare to kill and know how to kill .

No wonder there were so many people, but they were suppressed by more than 20 mercenaries under the mayor.

But Lance didn't really despise those people. Although they were rotten, they were numerous and their weapons were threatening. The fundamental reason was that he still had too few people.

Despise the enemy strategically and value the enemy tactically.

The idea of ​​how to take down these people soon was completed in Lance's mind.

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The night in Hamlet always came very quickly, and after Lance cleared out those people from the security team, the whole town became quieter.

There was no more drinking and cursing, no fighting, no burglary, and the taverns and casinos that had lost their main customers were no longer bustling as usual. As for the brothels, they were shut down directly.

It's just that compared with before, most people finally have some porridge in their stomachs, so they won't be so hungry that they toss and turn and have trouble falling asleep.

For them tonight will be the first good dream since the bandit invasion...

But falling asleep is not so easy for some people.

The owner of the grain store was waiting for Little John to come back at home, but he didn't come back from daytime until dark. He even suspected that something happened.

And at this moment, there was a sudden sound at the door.

"It's getting dark, why did you come back now?" A tall and thin middle-aged man couldn't help frowning when he saw Little John standing outside the door.

Because the lord gave out porridge, the shop was out of business for a day.

Thinking of this middle-aged man, he couldn't help asking.

"Sir, what did he say?"

"My lord wants to see you." Little John blurted out, and before the middle-aged man could react, the half-open door was pushed open, and a young man walked in with his head held high.

The middle-aged man recognized at the first sight that the person who came was the lord who beheaded the mayor of the square today.

Thinking of his behavior of tipping off the news, he couldn't help being startled, and subconsciously looked at Little John.

Is it the boy who led the lord here?
"What's the matter, my lord? If you want to buy food, go to the store and talk about it tomorrow." The middle-aged man could only pretend to be stupid and asked with a smiling face.

"You go to work, I want to have a good talk with the shopkeeper."

Lance sent Little John away with a single sentence, and the middle-aged man could only resign himself to his fate with a wry smile.

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The layout of the grain store is very simple, the front is the storefront, and the back is the warehouse. The space is actually small, but it is enough for several people to settle down.

Little John came to the door to rectify his mood a little, then knocked on the door.

"Well~ why is it you kid?"

A man pushed open the door and looked outside, his expression collapsed when he saw that it was Little John, and he waved his hands in disgust.

"Go, go! Find a few women for my buddy to come over to relieve boredom."

"There are no more women and the brothel has been closed by the lord."

"I don't care, anyway, you go find some girls." The man's expression became a little irritable when he heard this. Of course, he also knew that the brothel was shut down, which made the brothers have no fun.

Usually, they can play with a woman by grabbing a handful of grains in the granary, but today they put porridge, no one cares about them, and they can't go to the brothel to spend money, because they are directly shut down.

As for the hands, the head of the mayor is still hanging on the statue in the center of the square.

They didn't have the guts to touch the majesty of the lord, but they wished that the lord would die sooner.

But it will be a rotation tomorrow, and it will be difficult to get in touch with women when I go back to the farm. The more I think about it, the more angry I can't help but curse out loud.

"The fucking lord has syphilis."

Looking at this vulgar man, Little John couldn't help feeling contemptuous, but he didn't forget his mission.

"No women, but the shopkeeper said that you will go back tomorrow, so let me send you some wine."

Little John stepped aside, and a large wooden barrel appeared behind him.

The man smiled as if his face changed when he saw this, and he ignored the little John, pushed him away and yelled for someone to come out and carry the wine barrel back.

They didn't even think about it, could Little John move such a big wine barrel by himself?
It's just that those people inside had already started drinking, and Little John didn't leave directly, but just sat at the door, listening to the voices inside.

(End of this chapter)