our family is gone

Chapter 22
"In this way, you have a grudge against the mayor and the farmer~"

After listening to what the shopkeeper explained, Lance had a general understanding of his situation.

The owner's name is Walter, who was a merchant in the town before the bandits arrived, and had the largest caravan in the town. The main business was food and derivatives, which were transported to the town for sale.

This grain store was originally his, and the farmer was just his supplier before that, even because the sales channel was controlled and vaguely fell to the lower position.

All this became outrageous until the bandits arrived. First, the caravan was robbed and the business was severely damaged. Then the mayor of the town asked him for money and food. He gave them all and actively organized his own guards to resist the bandits.

The bandits rushed in, burned, killed, and looted. Fortunately, his two sons and daughters were studying in the city and his wife was also in the city, otherwise it would really be a "family portrait".

He thought everything would be fine after the bandits left, but the bandits did not leave afterwards, but entrenched in the old road. His guards were all wiped out when the bandits invaded, and he couldn't escape the town without his guards.

While the mayor gathered the remaining mercenaries and militia, the farmer on the other side did not suffer too much loss from the bandit invasion and retained most of his strength.

So he was bled directly by the mayor later, and finally the grain store was swallowed by the farmer. It is more likely that the farmer humiliated him if he was left behind.

"Then why are you helping the farmer?"

Facing Lance's questioning, Walter also seemed very helpless, and after a moment of hesitation, he finally spoke.

"Those guards are not just looking at the food. If something goes wrong later, I won't be able to escape."

In the final analysis, I feel that my life is in the hands of the farmer, and I am afraid that something will happen to me.

Of course, another important reason is that Lance can't beat the farmer and has doubts about his strength.

"Heh~" Lance smiled casually, "Do you think I will lose?"

"The town doesn't only have the mayor. Even if you occupy his position, there will still be a lot of trouble, especially after they are prepared."

Just like the Riddler, Walter didn't directly explain it, but he also hinted that the town of Lance is not that simple. There are various forces in it. It can be said that if he hadn't exhausted all the guards, he might be one of them.

It can only be said that they were caught off guard before being able to win the mayor. It would be hard to say if everyone was on guard.

"I'm not the mayor, I'm the lord, and everything here belongs to me."

Walter didn't answer the question. He didn't know that Lance just killed the mercenaries of the security regiment in one night. He felt that being able to capture the mayor was a surprise attack and that the mayor didn't dare to resist because of his noble status.

In his opinion, Lance was still too young. It would be refreshing to kill the mayor this morning, but why did the mayor spend money to support those people?It is because of using alcohol and women to kill the energy of the mercenaries.

What will those mercenaries do now that they have lost the mayor's restrictions?They are all desperadoes!
Not to mention actually putting porridge, this is a precedent that has never been heard before, no matter how much food is on hand, it is not enough for those people to eat, what will those people do if they have nothing to eat after three days?
Needless to say, he knew that the security of the town would definitely deteriorate further. Walter knew that only by relying on the guards of the farmer could he guarantee his safety.

Walter even saw that the lord was soon emptied, and Hamlet became a paradise for criminals, and even became a foothold for those bandits.

Lance could feel Walter's rejection of him, but he didn't expect that it was because he was too young, let alone that he directly criticized all his arrangements.

But even if he knew, he wouldn't say anything, and he prefers to convince others with facts rather than using his tongue.

"Then let's make a bet. Who is it that will knock on the door later? If I lose, I will let you go. If you lose, you will be honest."

The previous conversation was quite casual, and Walter unconsciously forgot that he was being hijacked.

Now that he realized it, he couldn't help but be surprised. It was obvious that the lord would appear here and his target was the grain store.

Before Walter had more time to think, the door was knocked at this moment. He was startled suddenly, and subconsciously looked up, as if he was waiting for the person behind the door.

If it is the guard of the farmer, it means that the lord has lost, and if it is someone else, it means that the lord has won.

"My lord, the matter has been settled." Little John's voice came.

"It seems that I won~" The corners of Lance's mouth turned up slightly, and the expression of satisfaction was beyond words.

But Walter had a strange look on his face.

Even if the five fully armed men lose, they must at least move a little bit!How did this end?
"I'll gamble with you again, who will be the owner of this place after tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, he ignored Walter, who was a little sluggish, and left him here to get up and leave.

Walter looked at Lance's back and suddenly had a strange premonition that this man would really change the town.

But in the next second, he dismissed that thought. Although he was unhappy with the farmer, he knew that the farmer had hundreds of people in his hands, and even if the lord could eat these five, it would be difficult to fight against a hundred people.

But since he lost, he didn't intend to meddle with the two of them, so he hastened to tidy up and find a few mercenaries to escort him away depending on the situation...

At this time, Disma in the grain store had already controlled those people, and when he saw Lance coming, Disma praised him.

"As the adults guessed, those people don't care about anything when they see alcohol, and they just get drunk. When we came in, none of them could react."

Disma worshiped Lance's prophetic ability more and more. If they really wanted to fight, relying on the two crossbows would be enough for them to drink a pot. Another armor-piercing one was even more troublesome, and the lord would collapse with just a barrel of wine these guards.

"This is not a guess, but relying on Little John's information." Lance smiled and raised his hand to pat Little John's shoulder and explained.

"These people usually eat, drink, prostitute, and gamble. When I made such a fuss, they cut off their source and couldn't go out. Naturally, they were in a panic, not to mention leaving tomorrow, but it's the last chance. Of course, they can't walk when they see alcohol. "

Lance looked at the five controlled guards. Except for one who was a little bit stronger, the rest were ordinary people who had not been trained. It was estimated that the combat experience was just whipping the serfs.

Little John was also happy to see these people being unlucky, who made them bully him often.

"You go to the tavern to buy something to eat." Lance took out a few copper coins and handed them to Little John to send him away. The next thing is not suitable for children.

(End of this chapter)