Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 317

2021-05-21

Chapter 317 The Economic Principles of Human Heads

In the dark primitive forest, two Teltons are together escape.

They dared not make a fire or rest. The canopy covering the heavens, shielding the sun makes it impossible for them to tell the direction - the direction is not important, the survival is important.

But they were overtaken, the hounds followed the scent, and a dozen farmers surrounded them.

At dusk, the peasants returned to the village, carrying two heads and other things from the barbarians on branches.

They did not go straight home, but went to the village hall first.

The firewood crackled in the hearth, and beyond the wall was the freezing winter, but it was warm in the village hall.

A middle-aged man who is clearly not a farmer examines the two heads, frowned, and asks, "No helmet, armor, or something?"

The headed farmer His cheeks were red with cold blood, and he replied awkwardly: "No, is a hat okay? And earrings?"

The middle-aged man smacked his lips, turned and continued to cook the fire, only giving the farmers a side face : "That's not possible, there is no evidence, who knows whether this is the head of the barbarian, or did you steal it from somewhere?"

Another tall farmer instantly became furious: "What did you say? How could this be stolen by us? How can our people look like this!"

middle-aged man sneered, not talking, not even looking directly at each other.

The two fully armed men sitting in the corner of the room stood up, their hands on the hilt of their swords.

The tall farmer was silent.

The farmer in the lead was silent for a while, then said with difficulty: "Then what do you say?"

"This kind of head that doesn't know the truth..." The middle-aged man paused for a moment, Spit out a number.

"How much?" The tall farmer became anxious all of a sudden: "A barbarian head is worth a large piece of land! How much do you give?"

"You hear clearly Now, I don't need to repeat." The middle-aged man spread his hands, and his attitude was clear-love to sell or not to sell.

The farmers were so angry that they didn't want to agree and couldn't leave.

Until a sturdy farmer who was usually reticent said abruptly: "That's it, the family is still waiting for me to bring the flour back."

The sturdy farmer asked calmly: "What more can we ask for?"

The deal is made, and the payment is made in the form of flour.

The middle-aged man couldn't press his inner complacency after all, watching the farmer take the flour, he couldn't help saying with a smile: "Hey, don't think that [head] is [ground] , who knows how long the rebels will be able to stand in Tiefeng County? If the rebels collapse tomorrow, won't you smash your heads into your hands? Are you right?"

This seems to be true Relief, in fact, is to show off with salt in the wound.

The farmers silently took the flour and left the town hall without a word.

Just outside the door, they separated the flour from the barbarian's clothes and boots. The clothes were given to the farmer who was still at home, and the farmer with the hound got an extra share.

"Mesa shed blood." The sturdy farmer asked softly, "Give him an extra share." , father?"

The sturdy farmer took half a bag of flour and a machete.

[Note: father here is a kind of nickname for older men]
So several people went home - all of which happened to be seen by a few passing riders .

Pushing open the door, a smile appeared on the face of the sturdy farmer.

He rubbed his son and daughter's fine hair, handed the flour to his wife, found a whetstone, and sharpened his knife in the backyard.

"Whatever you want to do." A young man stood outside the courtyard gate: "Please don't go."

The sturdy farmer was startled at first, then calmly held it Scimitar, asked back: "How do you know what I'm going to do?"

The young man did not answer directly, but explained patiently: "Those two are good players, you can't rely on you alone... Weapons don't work either."

"Who are you?"

This time it was the young man's turn to fall silent.

The daughter ran out of the house and threw herself into the sturdy farmer's arms. The sturdy farmer hugged his daughter, and after a little distraction, the young man was nowhere to be seen.

"What's the matter?" the sturdy farmer asked his daughter.

"Mother said someone left two bags outside the door." The girl replied in a milky voice: "Mother asked me to find father to take a look."

......

The middle-aged man is responsive, respectful, and doesn't even require Winters to reveal his identity.

It's simple, the middle-aged man is from Gervoudan and is here to acquire the head.

Barbarian heads have become a tradable commodity in Ironpeak.

The middle-aged man can't compete with his peers in town, so he's the first to get to unnoticed rural areas—apparently he's not the only speculator smelling gold coin.

Small players buy heads from militiamen and farmers, but they don't keep them for cash, but sell them to big players.

The big players are making big bets that the Montagne tribune will not break their promises and the future fate of Iron Peak.

Winters and his party were passing by the small village Xiema, and came across such a scene by accident.

Charle gnashing teeth in anger: "The battle is not over yet! How can there be such people! In the end, they are actually cheap?"

The other few accompanying him People were equally indignant, but Winters remained silent.

Seeing that Winters didn't speak, Charles thought it was his big brother who couldn't speak. He took off his saber and said bitterly, "I'll teach that guy a lesson!"

"Teach them—for what reason?" Winters stopped Shire: "The county government has not stipulated the The level does not allow trading."

Charr startled, and replied loudly: "I can't see it!"

Winters slowly sorted his thoughts: "Kill all the speculators, and the starving will be Won’t they continue to starve? No, I’m afraid it will cut off their last way of living. The first-class trade has instead allowed some people to take out all the food they had hidden, allowing more food to flow into the market.”

A few people from Shire listened in disbelief.

A little later, the Winters entire group camped outside the village.

Charle took Winters' secret letter back to the original route, and rushed back to the town of Saint Ke overnight.

 …

 …

Anna finds that the town of Sank has completely changed.

When I passed by the town of Sank a few times before, it was just an ordinary country town: two streets, a few rows of houses, some people, quiet and ordinary.

The town of Sank is now a total military camp: the ground is muddy and filthy, full of weary men with weapons, foul language and barking roosters.

Through the car window, Anna saw someone urinating in the alley beside the street, and several men wearing white armbands rushed into the alley to chase and beat the urinating.

Anna also saw someone whistling at her, staring hard at the car with obscene eyes. If she hadn't been scared by the accompanying guards, she might have made further moves.

She hurriedly closed the window.

The chubby Mr. Leo, who was riding with him, was laughed and commented sharply: "The war is over, but many people have not been able to recover, and it is not so easy to return to a normal life. "

Another passenger, nodded, reassured Anna: "Nava Young Lady Lei, don't be afraid, they are not malicious."

"Thank you." Anna politely thanked : "Colonel Chino."

Learning that Anna insists on coming to Winters, Mr. Leo asks to accompany him.

The fat partner didn't talk about the purpose of the trip, but to Anna, it seemed that nothing had happened, and only said that he wanted to meet Mr. Winters · Montagne.

Anna also guiltily did not take the initiative to ask about mother's attitude.

In contrast, another Veneta who was with him, [Colonel Bucca Chino], treated Anna more cordially.

As Colonel Veneta, Chino is undoubtedly representing [Antonio Seriti] in Ironpeak.

In other words, Colonel Chino was considered to be half of Winters' family. Thinking of this, Anna's cheeks were a little hot.

After all, Anna's fake identity as "Mrs. Montagne" can fool other people, but it can't fool Hailan guests. Elopement without even getting married should not be done by a lady anyway.

The blockade of Iron Peak County has been temporarily lifted, not only internally, but also externally.

Here I have to mention [Good Luck Gold], the old pirate actually came back from Hailan long ago.

It was a very unfortunate time to come back, just after the failure of the joint siege of Baishan County and Vigne County. Therefore, as soon as the old pirate entered Baishan County, he was immediately arrested and imprisoned by Colonel Geisa.

As a result, Gold stared at the gallows in the courtyard of the prison every Heavenly Eye, ate hard and dark bread with his fingers for more than a month, and was suddenly taken out of the cell.

The old pirate thought his luck had finally run out, but what happened next was dramatic.

He was brought in front of a big bald head who told him to bring a letter to Winters and then told him to fuck off.

The old pirate found himself not only with the confiscated horses and luggage, but also with several escorts. He couldn't figure out what was going on, but since Lucky Goddess' favor wasn't gone, Lucky Goddess had nothing to fear.

There is no need to repeat what happened next, the story goes back to Anna.

When Anna came to the town of Sank, she first went to see Father Kaman.

Father Kaman's medical clinic is located next to the church, a makeshift shack occupying a large open space.

"The believers feel that even if they die, they will die in the church, at least closer to the kingdom of heaven. That's why the medical center is set up here." Father Kaman explained to Anna with a blank expression: " It's also convenient, the body can be sent directly to the church cemetery, which is better than being buried in the wilderness."

Anna felt that the mental state of Kaman Priest was not very good. She thought of what Mr. Leo had said, and she felt sad in her heart.

"Winters? Oh, yes, you came to see Winters?" Father Kaman sighed: "It's a little dangerous to go any further, just wait for him in Sank. There are several very devout believers, the conditions are not very good, but they are safe, you can stay temporarily."

"Father." Colonel Chino asked politely: "Where did Winters go?"

Hearing the speaker's accent, Kaman's brows raised slightly: "Are you Veneta? Seablue?"

"Yes." Colonel Chino generously acknowledged.

"Winters went to Lower Iron Peak County." Kaman confessed frankly: "Even if you are a soldier, I don't recommend you follow. Lower Iron Peak County is very dangerous, and at least a whole team of men is needed to escort it. To ensure safety."

Colonel Chino smiled, nodded one after another.

Seeing the other party's disapproval attitude, Kaman also became a little indifferent. He simply explained: "There are still Hurd people in Lower Iron Peak County - a group of Hurd cavalry who have not been defeated. Winters ·The reason why Montagne went to Lower Iron Peak was to deal with the Heards. Winters can go without guards, but you don't have that ability, that's all."

Colonel Chino didn't get angry, but laughed. Get up: "It's better to talk to the Platonic people, it's nice to be straight. Then let's stay here for the time being and wait for Winters to come back."

"I'm not a Platonic." Kaman Obviously not in the mood to speak politely, and directly turn to the topic: "I will find you accommodation first, and when Lieutenant Bud comes back, he will tell you in detail. He knows more about the inside story than I do."

Chino The colonel thanked him politely, waved his hand, and the accompanying Veneta cavalry dismounted one after another: "Please arrange accommodation for the Nava Young Lady Lei. As for us... just designate an open space for us, and we will set up our own camp."

Kaman summoned a nurse, gave a few words, and the nurse quickly left.

Mr. Leo was more curious about another thing than where Winters · Montagne was.

"Father." Mr. Leo's fat face was full of smiles, he rubbed his hands: "I saw what [ticket], [head level] were posted on the notice board by the roadside, may I ask What's going on here?"

Kaman glanced at the fat and kind man, and asked lukewarmly, "What? Does it have anything to do with you?"

"No, no." Mr. Leo quickly waved his hand and said with a smile: "I am curious, I am just curious."

Kaman led the entire group into the church for a while Take a rest, and by the way, I will talk about the Tiefeng County first-level gong.

"Winters · Montagne has made a new move, to first exchange the head for a registered bill, and then exchange it for land..."

Kaman is not very interested in this , is also very brief. On the contrary, Mr. Leo was in high spirits and kept complimenting the priest to say more.

In short, the new government issued an announcement again, reaffirming the validity of the first-class power, and once again guaranteeing that it will be rewarded according to the "decree of cutting the head".

However, because the distribution of land needs to be measured and liquidated, it is difficult to realize it for a while. Therefore, all heads must be identified, registered and exchanged for registered bills by designated official staff first, and then the land will be granted with the bills in the future.

As the location of the camp, the town of Shengke became boiling almost all of a sudden, and every militiaman who had made a profit wanted to exchange his head for a "land grant voucher" as soon as possible.

Because of the official re-assurance, the price of the first grade is skyrocketing, and even the price of the [land grant voucher] is skyrocketing-although it is registered, but it is not allowed to trade.

While they were speaking, several hussars happily sang military songs and rode past the church. The head in the saddlebag was dripping blood all the way.

The hussars as "guests" are happy to see the price increase for the head. After all, no matter how rich the first-level skill is, it has nothing to do with these outsiders.

The hussars directly exchange their heads for money, and the higher the price, the better.

Colonel Chino was also interested, and asked some technical questions such as "how do two people remember the merits of one head".

"I don't know." Father Kaman stretched out his hand and gave a salute: "Ask Lieutenant Bud, he should give you a detailed explanation, after all, it's all prescribed by him."

The more Mr. Leo listened, the tighter his brows became. He fiddled with his fingers and thought for a long time. He looked at Anna, and then at Colonel Kino, and suddenly said:
"Mr. Montagne's predicament is ultimately about food. Not enough, the coupons and other means are just appearances. How is Mr. Montagne going to solve the food problem?"

"Who knows?" , I want to take military rations to help the refugees."

Mr. Leo became more and more fascinated, he smacked his lips hard, and said with emotion: "It's too dangerous, it's too dangerous! This is playing with fire... Surprisingly big... intentional? Unintentional..."

Ana was a little confused, Father Kaman and Colonel Chino looked at each other in blank dismay.

Mr. Leo stopped abruptly, looked towards Anna, said with a smile: "Eldest Young Lady, we really need to see Mr. Montagne as soon as possible... no, it's actually he who needs to see me as soon as possible .”

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