I was regarded as a demon god by a witch

Chapter 26 The Paradigm of the Knight: The Mysterious Treasure of Gasloot

Ivita asked them to put away their weapons, because of the previous situation, it didn't look like there were assassins or knights.

Instead, in front of a stall, a young strong man in chain mail beat down five people who looked like homeless people.

The owner of the stall is an old woman who looks to be over seventy years old. She is very old and wears strange clothes. It is a robe made of fox fur, with silver-gray eagle feathers as decoration on the collar. .

You can tell at a glance that people will be very warm in that big robe.

From the surrounding crowd, Ivita learned the reason of the incident.

It seems that it was because those five people dressed like homeless people accidentally stepped on the old woman's earthen jar while passing by.

The old woman asked them to lose money, but instead they were treated rudely and unreasonably.

And the young man in cotton armor who happened to pass by couldn't see that they were going to do something to the old man, so he beat them up.

The homeless man who fell into the carriage was kicked out of the carriage by the black wolf. "It's already crowded enough."

"Get off."

On the streets, homeless men panicked and babbled hysterically at young men in chain mail.

"You dare to hit someone! You are finished, we have to notify the mayor! We have to notify the guild leaders in the town!"

"We will not let you go, we will report you as a dangerous person!"

"My name is Gasrot Nubis." The young man said lightly. "I tell you my name to make it easier for you to report me."

"I'm still a knight on the go."

The faces of the tramps changed drastically, and they no longer looked arrogant, because since they had a surname, it meant that he was a nobleman.

And if he was still a knight, they couldn't afford to mess with this man.

They also saw that the old woman was old and confused, so they dared to bully her.

"Even so... this is a town, and this is not the territory of your nobles!" A homeless man said guiltily: "This is the western border of the Viscount Kingdom, not your eastern border."

"I'm a foreign knight, and I don't know the difference between the western border and the eastern border." Gasrot Nubis sneered, "But I know one thing, that is, do you have the right to fortress?"

"I've heard that in a town, if one is to be protected by the laws of the town and treated as a citizen, one needs to have a fort right."

"Do you have any?"

Several homeless men were pale and speechless.

Gasrot Nubis drew his sword and took a half step forward, "Ah, so you don't have the right to fortress, and you are not citizens of Cali Town, so I will kill you here."

"The town court will only make me pay some money."

The faces of the homeless men changed drastically.

A tramp hurriedly took off his shoe, and took out three pennies from it.

Maybe that's all he has.

He didn't care if it was enough or not, he just threw it on the ground, then turned and ran away.

Seeing this, the other tramps also ran away.

Ivita asked Raleigh and others. "What is a castle right?"

Raleigh replied: "Master. The so-called fort right is the right to own houses and small pieces of land in the town. Only those who own these are citizens of the town."

"But even passers-by are protected by the law."

"The man was mainly aristocrats."

"And if a noble kills a commoner, on the premise that the commoner is not a citizen of the town, the court of this town will definitely side with the noble."

Raleigh has always been thinking about regaining his status as an aristocrat, so he is well aware of the privileges of the aristocracy over the common people. "In principle, secular courts will try to convict nobles as little as possible."

"On the contrary, the ecclesiastical court will be fair, but not too much."

Ivita nodded, it seems that the town and the manor are a completely different economic and political structure.

There are only serfs, nobles and hired labor in the manor.

In towns, however, there are concepts such as citizens and guilds.

When those tramps mentioned the west and east, it seemed that the west and east of the Viscount Kingdom were completely different worlds.

Ivita thought for a while, probably similar to the difference between the United States of America in the previous life before the Civil War.

The old woman in front of the stall raised her head and said to Gasrot Nubis with a smile: "Thank you, young knight."

"May the God of all things bless you and make your wishes come true."

"You can go to the east, there may be what you need, but the greater possibility is that you will only have fun in vain."

"No one can solve the situation of the child in your carriage. Only God can save him in this world."

"Give up fighting against fate. Sometimes people's pain comes from the pain of wanting to defy fate but being helpless. Let that child live a final happy childhood before he dies."

Gasloot was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the carriage behind him, feeling a sudden shock in his heart.

The situation of his friend's child should be unknown to anyone.

Maybe it was the old lady talking nonsense.

Gasloot knew that for his friend's child to stay in this town for one minute longer, it would be a huge irresponsibility for other people's lives.

They must get out of here quickly.

Gaslot nodded slightly to the old woman. "I still have something urgent to do, so I'll go first, please forgive my rudeness."

He took out two shillings from his pocket and threw them at Ivita, but his pupils shrank suddenly after seeing the gorgeous ornaments on Ivita's right hand.

Obviously, he realized that Iveta was either rich or expensive.

Gasrot bowed to Ivatar. "Please forgive my rudeness, this is my compensation. If it wasn't because I was in a hurry, I would definitely apologize to you."

Then the man drove away in his carriage.

Ivita looked at his receding back. "That knight is polite and has a sense of justice. It really overturned my view of knights. I thought everyone was like the Knights of the Boar."

"He seems capable and has his own principles, and it would be nice if he could give his allegiance to me."

Rayleigh smiled wryly.

The black wolf reminded Ivita abruptly. "Your Highness, a piece of chain mail on that guy can be exchanged for a small manor. His war horse pulling the carriage is a white-fronted horse, and at least half of the town can be exchanged. You can't recruit him."

"Because he is too rich. Unless, he is willing to be your creditor."

Ivita rolled her eyes speechlessly, good guy, you almost marked me as a 'debt king' on my forehead.

This is mocking me.

The old woman suddenly walked up to the carriage and said to Ivita, "Young man, I think you have a good eye, and I want to give you a treasure."

"That's my thank you."

Ivita was taken aback, let alone the treasure, Gaslot helped you just now, you didn't even give it to him, but you want to give it to me?

"You thank me? But you didn't even give a gift to the knight just now."

The old woman shook her head. "not like this."

"Just now when I said 'thank you', I was already paying him back for helping me."

"But I didn't really need his help, so I just said 'thank you'."

"He even drew people's attention to me because of this, which actually hurt my interests. It was because of my kindness and experience that I didn't get angry with him."

"But I will give you the treasure because you deserve it."

"I therefore thank fate for presenting you in my presence."

Ivita felt dizzy, and he suddenly realized that the old witch hadn't said a word when she didn't know, but just kept staring at the old woman who set up a street stall.

(End of this chapter)