our family is gone

Chapter 24 A Gold Coin for a Farm

"Of course~" Lance noticed his reaction, and added without haste, "Seeing that you are still cooperative and have a good attitude of pleading guilty, I decided to give you another chance."

"My lord, do you want to attack the farm?" The squad leader asked knowingly, no matter how stupid he was, he knew what the previous questions meant. He asked this question to judge the strength of the lord.

"I like smart people." Lance could see that he was not really submissive, but the situation forced him to bow his head, but he didn't care at all.

"What does your lord want me to do?"

"I want you to cooperate with us to hijack the food convoy tomorrow, and then lead us into the farm."

"But I can't bring so many people." The team leader seemed helpless, but what Lance said directly scared him.

"You add four on my side, that's five people, just a defensive team."

"Hey!" The team leader was stunned. He seemed to be wondering if his ears had heard him correctly, so he hurriedly asked, "Only five people?"

"I think that's enough." Lance nodded affirmatively, "Too many people can't enter the farm, and it's hard to get close to the manor."

The team leader immediately emphasized after receiving an affirmative answer: "The farm has more than 50 guards and hundreds of serfs. There are more than five servants in the manor alone. What can the five of us do?"

Speaking of which, the captain was a little doubtful whether the lord could understand these things?

Seeing that he looks like a frail scholar, it is possible that he really doesn't understand anything~
"Then who do you think is stronger between the security team under the mayor and the farm guards?" Facing doubts, Lance asked calmly.

"Of course it's those mercenaries." The team leader didn't hesitate too much. There were also 30 people, and of course those mercenaries were stronger.

"The security team was killed by us last night, and it was the person in front of you who did it."

Lance uttered the most terrifying words in the calmest tone, which made the team leader suddenly turn his head to look at Disma in fright.

"Are you questioning the lord's decision?" Disma asked him very cooperatively, almost scaring the captain into the urine.

"No...don't dare..."

"You should know that David doesn't trust you old people at all. If you continue, he will definitely suppress you. Soon you won't even be a squad leader, and you will have to train patrols all day long and be beaten and scolded.

And as long as you listen to me, when the time comes to take down the farm, I will not only pardon you, but also let you be the captain of the guard. You don't have to look at David's face anymore. You can choose this matter yourself. "

Lance explained the crisis that the team leader was facing at this time. He also felt David's rejection of them old people. If he hadn't brought only three militiamen to join, he might not be the team leader.

But if it continues, he will definitely find someone to replace him, and then he will really become a grandson.

"It's done! My lord, just tell me how to do it." The captain knew that it was time to fight.

"Just take us in, and after you enter the manor, you will contact the former guards and tell them that David killed the farmer and now you are going to kill them. These old people took the farm and encouraged them to attack those David's faction. Leave the rest to us.”

The team leader listened and found that he didn't have to face any danger directly, he only needed to encourage a few people, if it was just like this, it would not be unacceptable.

"My strength is stronger than you imagined. Even if I attack the farm head-on, I can kill them all. But what I need is a complete farm, not a pile of ruins. That's why I want you to help me. You can kill people. But don’t destroy the farm, you know~”

Everything in Lance's words revealed domineering, that kind of self-confidence made the captain feel aristocratic, and the original thoughts were completely hidden.

"Lord Lord, don't worry, I will definitely follow your orders." The captain seemed very submissive, he already knew his position.

"I like smart people." Lance threw something casually and it fell in front of the team leader. When he saw clearly that it was a gold coin, an uncontrollable smile appeared on his face, and he quickly picked it up and looked at it , keep repeating in the mouth.

"Thank you sir! Thank you sir!"

I have followed the farmer for so many years and have never even seen silver coins, and now I rewarded gold coins as soon as I met the lord. Sure enough, the nobleman is rich and powerful, so he must be right to follow along.

"As long as you do well, there will be plenty of rewards~"

Lance got up to leave, and Disma couldn't help but ask as soon as he went out.

"Isn't it a bit too wasteful to just reward him with a gold coin?"

"One gold coin for one farm, I think it's worth it." Lance waved his hand casually, looking indifferent.

The professor gave him an initial fund of ten gold coins before coming over, plus the money he saved himself, and those found in the cellar. Anyway, he is not short of money, but the squad leader is very important for tomorrow's operation.

In addition to threats and warnings, he has to be given some sweetness, otherwise he will be in trouble if he runs away temporarily under high pressure.

…………

The office room in the mayor's house was taken over by Lance after his death. At this time, he was checking the information left by the mayor.

According to previous statistics, there are at least 300 people in Hamlet Town, which are only registered here, and those black households such as serfs, beggars, and hooligans are at least [-] or so.

In this world where thousands of people call it a city and a thousand people call it a town, in fact, this dilapidated "small fishing village" can indeed be called a town.

However, according to statistics in the past two days, there are 820 people who come to drink porridge. This is definitely not all the people in the town, but it can't be too much difference.

In other words, more than 500 people died directly from the bandit invasion and the famine, which is nearly one-third of the population, most of whom are still young and middle-aged.

They are all his people!

Heartache ~ but more anger.

Lao Tzu's field was bombed to pieces, how much money and time would it take to rebuild it?

Not to mention that when the strong leeks in the field were uprooted, the remaining mayors would fucking know how to cut them, and leave a pile of wilting seedlings without fertilizing.

Lance had already given the death penalty to those bandits in his heart.

They must pay the price!
But the issues that bother him now are population and construction.

Most of these 800 people are old, weak, sick and disabled. The most occupations are fishermen and farmers. The fields of these people have been bought by farmers at low prices, and now they have become jobless vagrants.

Lance shook his head and got up and put the tax books in his hand back on the bookshelf behind him, but suddenly he seemed to feel something was wrong.

Lightly stepping on the floor, the dull sound was true, but when he sat on that position and stepped on his feet again, he suddenly found that the sound became hollow.

(End of this chapter)