Our family is in decline

"Help Lord."

Little John answered as if enlightened.

There is basically no such thing as loyalty among civilians, not to mention that he is not directly affiliated with the farmer. Lance soon learned from him what he had access to, and found out that he was just a busboy in the food store in the town.

Appearing here is entirely due to the request of the shop owner to inform the farmer that "the new lord has returned and the mayor has been beheaded." Not much else is known.

"Tell me the usual time and frequency of contact between the food store and the farm?"

"Someone will transport food and collect money every three days. The last time was just two days ago. Someone was originally supposed to come and change shifts with the guards tomorrow."

"Where are the guards in the store? Why didn't they come and you came instead?"

"They only listen to the master, and the shopkeeper can't command them. This kind of drudgery can only be left to me."

The master is naturally the owner of the farm. Logically speaking, the guards should notify them of this situation, but it is obvious that the guards are used to being lazy. There are no entertainment activities on the farm. They only play for three days and are not willing to go back home at all. The shop owner cannot give instructions. To touch these people, you can only ask your own clerk to notify them.

"Hmph~" Lance sneered. With the quality of these servants and guards, he thought too much of treating them as enemies.

"Tell me how many guards there are, their equipment, and their locations."

Lance quickly grasped the basic situation under Little John's description.

There were five people in total, one of whom was the squad leader, wearing a breastplate and holding an axe, two crossbowmen, and two swordsmen.

This is an arrangement made by the farmer to protect his food. If you look at the number of people alone, these five people are just Leonard charging and chopping.

But when paired with armor and weapons, it is indeed a powerful force, especially the two crossbows. It can be said that no one wants to face it directly in the granary.

Although the power and range of the crossbow are weaker than those of a flintlock gun, the rate of fire of the crossbow is much faster than that of a flintlock gun, and it is impossible for Lance to fight against the rain of arrows.

But according to what Little John said, these people had no discipline at all, and they often bullied him in a wild and drunken life. If they hadn't been ordered to guard the grain store, they would have gone out to have fun.

Lance didn't find it too strange. These people had not received professional training. It could be said that they were not even militiamen.

And these guards are just hooligans armed with weapons. They can bully the serfs who won't resist. Let alone the regular army, they can't even compare with the mercenaries and bandits, because the mercenaries really dare to kill people and they know how to kill them. .

No wonder there were so many people, but they were suppressed by more than 20 mercenaries under the mayor.

But Lance didn't really despise those people. Although they were bad, there were many of them and their weapons were threatening. The fundamental reason was that he still had too few people in his hands.

Strategically, we despise the enemy, but tactically we value the enemy.

Soon the idea of ​​how to capture these people was completed in Lance's mind.

…………

Hamlet's night always comes very quickly, and the whole town becomes quieter after Lance clears out those people from the security team.

There were no more drunkenness, swearing, fights, or housebreaking and robbery. The pubs and casinos that had lost their main customers were no longer as lively as usual. As for the brothels, they were shut down directly.

But compared to before, most people finally had some porridge and water in their stomachs, so they were not so hungry that they tossed and turned and had difficulty falling asleep.

For them, tonight will be the first good dream since the bandit invasion...

But for some people, falling asleep is not so easy.

The owner of the grain store was waiting for Little John to come back at home, but he didn't come back from day to night. He even suspected that something had happened.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound at the door.

"It's already dark, why did you come back just now?" A tall, thin middle-aged man frowned when he saw Little John standing outside the door.

Because the lord distributed porridge, the shop had no business all day.

Thinking of this middle-aged man, I couldn't help but ask.

"Sir, what did he say?"

"My lord said that I want to see you." Little John blurted out. Before the middle-aged man could react, the half-open door was pushed open, and a young man walked in with his head held high.

The middle-aged man recognized the person at the first sight as the lord who killed the mayor in the square today.

Thinking of his behavior of tipping off the information, he couldn't help but be shocked, and subconsciously looked at Little John.

Did you bring the lord here?

"What's the matter, Lord? If you want to buy food, go to the store to discuss it tomorrow." The middle-aged man had no choice but to pretend to be stupid and asked with a smile on his face.

"You go and do some errands. I want to have a good talk with the shop owner."

Lance sent Little John away with one word, and the middle-aged man could only smile bitterly as if he was resigned to his fate.

…………

The layout of the grain store is very simple. There is a store in the front and a warehouse in the back. The space is actually not big, but it is enough for a few people to stay.

Little John came to the door to regain his composure, and then knocked on the door.

"Hmm~Why is it your kid?"

A man pushed the door open and looked outside. When he saw that it was Little John, his face suddenly fell, and he waved his hands in disgust.

"Go, go, go! Find some women for my buddies to come over to relieve their boredom."

"There are no more women, the brothel has been closed by the lord."

"I don't care, anyway, you go find some girls." The man became a little irritable when he heard this. Of course, he also knew that the brothel was closed down, so the brothers had no time to play.

Normally, they could play with a woman just by grabbing a handful of grains from the granary, but today when they were serving porridge, no one bothered them at all. They couldn't even go to a brothel to spend money because they were immediately shut down.

As for taking action, the mayor's head is still hanging on the statue in the center of the square.

They didn't have the guts to touch the lord's majesty, but deep down in their hearts they wished that the lord would die soon.

But the rotation was about to begin tomorrow, and it would be difficult to get in touch with women when I returned to the farm. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became, and I couldn't help but curse.

"The fucking lord has syphilis."

Little John looked at this vulgar man and couldn't help but feel contempt in his heart, but he did not forget his mission.

"No women, but the shop owner said you have to go back tomorrow, so he asked me to send you some wine."

Little John stepped aside, and a large barrel appeared behind him.

Seeing this, the man smiled as if his face changed. He didn't care about Little John, pushed him away and ordered someone to come out and move the barrel back.

They didn't even think about it, could Little John move such a big wine barrel by himself?

But the people inside had already started drinking, so Little John did not leave directly, but just sat at the door, listening to the sounds inside.