Our family is in decline

"What's up?"

The leader exclaimed, already picking up the hand ax placed aside with one hand, and at the same time pulling out the musket from his waist with his other hand.

Together with my younger brother, I just copied the guy and rushed out.

Gang fights are as common here as eating, so they are alert enough.

But as soon as they went out, they saw a bloody scene. Two masked men were carrying out an inhumane massacre on their gang members. Lying on the ground were all the gang members who had stayed behind.

"Damn it!" the leader yelled and immediately raised his gun to shoot.

Disma had just slit a guy's throat, but he didn't panic when the leader rushed out, and even took the initiative to greet him.

Thrust!

With one step, the distance between him and the enemy was instantly shortened. The dagger in his hand was swung out and cut on the wrist, interrupting the enemy's movement.

"ah!"

The leader didn't expect the difference in strength to be so big, but as soon as he got close to his tendon, it was cut off, and the musket in his hand fell out of control, letting out a cry of pain.

But he was also a ruthless person. He ignored the pain in his hand and wielded the hand ax with his other hand to chop furiously. Cruelty and madness took over his face.

Disma is also a master of close combat. If there were no restrictions, he would have put his pistol in front of the enemy and fired to end the battle.

But this man obviously had some status and would be useful if he stayed, so Disma didn't use the gun, but just used a short sword to fight against him. After a few blows, he cut his fingers open with a sword and let the ax fall.

"You should be lucky that this sword is not on your neck~" Dis immediately punched hard to control the screaming leader.

On the other side, Lance also slowly put down the weapon in his hand, and all the younger brothers who rushed towards him fell to the ground.

In other words, there were only two people left standing at the scene.

A very important point that reflects the wealth and openness of Totnes is that almost every one of these people, whether the leader or the younger brother, has a gun.

Lance leaned over to pick up the firearms on the boys and inspected them. He found that they were all loaded with ammunition and could be fired directly by just pulling the hammer.

"These guys' guns are loaded in advance, aren't they afraid of misfiring?"

Fortunately, it was a sneak attack and the attack was quick, otherwise the master would have become a hornet's nest.

"Take him in and question him, and I'll search if anyone else is there."

Lance ordered, Disma dragged the person into the room, and he quickly sacrificed the body, and then began to search the den

This is just a small gang. There are only a dozen people in this den, and the streets they see outside are probably only thirty or fifty in total.

Such gangs are as numerous as ants in the outer city, but they also have their own way and their own business to survive here.

Lance pushed open a door, and it was dark inside. Only slight sobbing and panicked breathing could be heard.

Expand [spiritual vision] observation.

Because the picture in front of him was simplified, some traces that were not easily discovered became more obvious. At the same time, the boundaries between day and night became blurred in his eyes, which was equivalent to wearing night vision goggles.

Many humanoid silhouettes appeared in front of them. They huddled together and were trapped in this dark and dirty small room.

Not everyone is as lucky as Jeanne and her daughter to be discovered by him. The women and children here are just "goods" kidnapped by those guys and waiting to be sold.

Human trafficking, this is their main business, and of course those businesses on this street and protection money.

Lance said nothing and closed the door with his backhand.

Tonight's operation is risky, so you can't show your face. I'll take over later and throw him into the camp, and get Hamlet back and that's it.

Turning back, Lance smiled when he looked at the dying leader who had lost too much blood.

"Have you asked?"

"What a coincidence~" Disma looked a little strange, "Behind them is the grain merchant."

As the story unfolded, Lance also knew that his previous arrangements did not cut off the greed of grain merchants, but they were accustomed to using the simplest method to drive the gangs they controlled to put pressure on the merchant groups.

However, this gang leader is also a suspicious and cautious person. The people he sent before were lost in Disma's hands, so he did not dare to go directly. Instead, he kept arranging people to observe the station and also noticed the camp outside the city.

Just like they relied on grain merchants, some refugee gangs also attached themselves to him, helping him rob refugees, and simply drove those gangsters to attack the camp, and muddying the water was fulfilling the order from above.

It was a pity that he failed, but he came to the door before he could react more.

But now he doesn't matter at all.

Lance waved his hand, and it was self-evident what he meant.

"Sir, do you really want to deal with it?" Disma asked, "We may be able to arrange for people to control this place."

"Don't forget what our mission is."

Lance knew that Disma's intention was to control the leader and thus the gang's territory, but the investment risk was too high in this fiercely competitive environment, and it might be annexed tomorrow.

And continued investment will definitely attract the attention of local gangs. What Lance is afraid of is not those guys, but the people standing behind them.

His basic base is not here, and there is enough business group to collect basic information. The investment and income of running here are not directly proportional. If he has money, he might as well go back and develop Hamlet.

Finished with a sword, Disma never disobeys his lord's orders.

"I don't know who will live here tomorrow~" Lance sighed as he looked at this simple but full of historical traces of land.

But in fact, he had already launched [Spiritual Vision] to search the room, and soon dug out all the leader's wealth.

He did not expect this harvest. A small gang leader actually had a deposit of hundreds of gold coins. It seemed that the name of Totnes City of Fortune was not fake.

"How can a grain merchant be associated with a human trafficking gang?"

Lance complained, and Disma took over.

"I followed him for a few days. This guy's business is not just about food."

"It's just that he is just a small businessman in Totnes." Lance added, and he also had a rough idea of ​​the other party's level from Tiffany.

The Walter business group is not big enough to find a powerful channel, and the ones that match him are just like that. If it were a big guy, he wouldn't dare to choose him as a target.

This is not about bullying the weak and fearing the strong, but that those who understand the current affairs are heroes.

"Let's go, we're busy tonight." Lance threw everything into the showroom casually. This little money could no longer give him much sense of gain.

…………

Although the middle city and the outer city are separated by a city wall, there are actually no restrictions on entry and exit, even at night. They are completely open for commercial circulation.

But the Uptown area is different. The city gates are blocked and only those who are qualified can enter. Many Totnes locals never know what Uptown is like in their entire lives.

It is even more difficult to live there. Even Captain Barton is not qualified to live in the upper city. How can these small businessmen be qualified?

But there are also corresponding residential areas for wealthy people in the middle city. To be able to own a single-family house here is to spend millions of gold coins.

Late at night, the two people dressed up came to a residential area in Zhongcheng District.

Being rich means having privileges, not to mention that in this city where money is the most important thing, the public security environment here is not very good. There are candles on the streets, and there are frequent patrols by the police at night and during the day. If something goes wrong, all you need to do is make some noise. As soon as there was any movement, the police officer came immediately.

It's too difficult to commit a crime here, and you have to be prepared to fail.

But it’s still hard to stop some bold guys~

"I figured out their patrol patterns. After a while, the two teams responsible for this area will stagger. There will be about five minutes of gap. We can go around from here..."

Darkness is the best shelter, and Disma is indeed a professional. He easily led Lance into the grain merchant's house.

In fact, it can't be called a mansion. It's just a one- or two-story detached house without even a front or rear garden. The area is not even comparable to Mayor Hamlet's house.

Lance pried open the window, hung the incense burner inside, and in less than a moment had complete control over the people in the house.

Once inside, Lance lit up the candlestick and swung it around, looking for where the money might be hidden.

Until he entered the bedroom and looked at the person on the bed, Lance subconsciously changed his dagger in his hand. At this time, Disma reminded him in a low voice.

"Sir, it's a child..."

Lance lifted the candlestick and moved forward, only to see a two or three-year-old child sleeping on the bed.

"For the big plan, all sacrifices are worth it. Have you forgotten the people they trafficked? These people are not good people~"

Lance doesn't have any psychological pressure. Since you enjoy it, you must bear the corresponding responsibility.

All adults and children are just a bunch of spiritual beings in his eyes.

However, although Disma did not say it clearly, it was still obvious that this guy was not willing to do anything to the child, and a look of solemnity appeared on his face as a result of the pressure.

At this moment, Lance seemed to realize something.

What on earth are you doing?

"Okay." Lance was speechless and put away his dagger, "We only want money."

Disma's pressure was relieved, his expression was no longer tangled, and he began to search the hidden compartments.

There are banks in Totnes, but most people are still used to keeping their money at home. The reason is simple: imperfect systems, technical problems with anti-counterfeiting, and circulation problems.

First of all, businessmen from all over the world here don’t recognize your bank because they can’t get money out of them.

Even within the empire, because there is no efficient information exchange technology, there is no way to easily exchange it outside Totnes.

Only gold coins are the world's recognized equivalent.

Under the influence of the incense, he was able to take it down without any accident.

As expected, he is a wealthy businessman. Damn it, Walter only managed to save 20,000 gold coins. This guy actually has close to 100,000 in cash in his secret room, as well as the antiques and works of art, which translates into no less than 20, 30 or so. Ten thousand.

This harvest made Lance's breathing become rapid, and the consumption from this trip was finally replenished.

"Look for a few more, and you won't have this kind of opportunity in the future."

Lance knew that after tomorrow everyone would definitely strengthen their protection and even deposit money in the bank.

Just don’t do anything and just make a big deal!

At the same time, because the person is not dead, if something happens to him, it will definitely lead to clues to investigate him, and the water must be muddied.

Disma naturally doesn't care, everything is for the big plan.

…………

"Take it, but don't let the girl touch it all."

Lance tossed Disma a money bag and joked with a smile.

Disma could only smile, took the money and ran away.

Everyone knows where he goes.

Lance slowly frowned as he watched Disma leave gracefully.

In that scene just now... what on earth were you doing?

In the past, I would not have such a murderous intention, and I would still treat a child who has no consciousness at all...

Lance turned around and wandered on the street, his mind seemed to have returned to the moment when he was running on the old road.

The old road was attacked, the town was recovered, the bandits were exterminated, and the cult's conspiracy was thwarted... Only then did he realize that so many things had happened in just one month.

He was forced to move forward by huge pressure. In order to survive in this world, he abandoned too many things. Whether it was the past life or this life, the kind-hearted Lance had long died on the old road. The man who controlled his body and will It's a despair so powerful that it can make people suffocate.

However, in this despair, his will was not destroyed and fell into torture, but he did not explore virtue, but entered a deformed state.

He remained rational in the face of pressure that would drive ordinary people crazy, and unleashed unprecedented action to directly save the town that was on the verge of collapse.

But at what cost?

He was forced to abandon his humanity and had no self. The only logical thinking in his mind was for the ultimate goal of killing the ancestor. He was like a machine that only wanted to complete calculations and come up with the optimal solution.

He knew better than anyone else that when he looked at those 100,000 refugees, he wanted to find an excuse to hunt them down and sacrifice them more than once.

He had already done this once, killing hundreds of refugees in the name of trial outside the city of Owendo. Although they were guilty, they would not die at all.

Why do I have such a strong desire to kill?

Because in his eyes, people are no longer human beings, and there is no distinction between male, female, old or young. They are just simple sacrifices, a stepping stone for him to gain strength.

He has no sense of security in this world, and only the growing power can give him a moment of comfort.

But he didn't expect that it was Disma, the bandit, who taught him a lesson.

They are people.

And I am also a human being, not the idiot like my ancestor.

He was not alone in this journey. In the process, Disma, Leonard, Barristan... those townspeople, those refugees, each of them were united around him, and for what?

An empty savior story?

Don't be kidding, these people are all struggling in the cruel reality, so how can they blindly believe in the stories he made up casually?

What really moved them was the fact that Lance had been moving in this direction.

They see the hope of redemption in this lone hero who carries the world on his back.

What those ordinary people saw in the lord was the hope of life.

It turns out that I am hope.

Lance suddenly smiled bitterly. He gave them hope, but why didn't they give him hope?

We will all be redeemed in the end...