Our family is in decline

"So you have a grudge against the mayor and the farmer~"

After listening to what the shopkeeper told him, Lance roughly understood his situation.

The shop owner's name is Walter. He was a merchant in the town before the bandits arrived. He also owned the largest caravan in the town. His main business was food and derivatives, which he transported to the town for sale.

This grain store originally belonged to him, and the farmer was just his supplier before, and even seemed to be in a lower position because the sales channels were controlled.

All this became outrageous until the bandits arrived. First, the caravan was robbed and the business was severely damaged. Then the mayor and the bandits came to him to ask for people, money and food. He gave them all and actively organized his own guards to resist the bandits.

The bandits rushed in, burned, killed and looted. Fortunately, his two children were studying in the city and his wife was also in the city, otherwise it would have been a real "family portrait".

He originally thought that everything would be fine after the bandits left, but the bandits did not leave afterwards. Instead, they stayed on the old road. All his guards were wiped out when the bandits invaded. Without his guards, he could not escape from the town at all.

While the mayor gathered the remaining mercenaries and militia, the farmers on the other side did not suffer too much from the bandit invasion and retained most of their strength.

So later on he was bled directly by the mayor, and in the end the grain store was swallowed up by the farmer. The reason why he was left behind was probably just because the farmer was humiliating him.

"Then why are you helping the farmer?"

Walter also seemed helpless when faced with Lance's questioning. He hesitated for a moment and finally spoke.

"Those guards are not just looking at the food. If something goes wrong later, I won't be able to escape."

In the final analysis, I feel that my life is in the hands of the farmer, and I am afraid that if something happens, I will be implicated.

Of course, another important reason is that he feels that Lance cannot compete with the farmer and has doubts about his strength.

"Ha~" Lance smiled casually, "Do you think I will lose?"

"The town doesn't just have the mayor. Even if you occupy his position, there will still be a lot of trouble, especially after they are prepared."

Walt, like the Riddler, did not explain directly, but he also hinted that the town of Lance was not that simple. Various forces in it were chaotic. It can be said that if not all the guards had been wiped out, he might have been one of them.

The ability to capture the mayor before could only be said to have been caught off guard. It would have been difficult to say if everyone was on guard.

"I'm not the mayor, I'm the lord, and everything here belongs to me."

Walter didn't answer the question. He didn't know that Lance had killed the mercenaries of the security group in just one night. He felt that catching the mayor was a surprise attack and his noble status prevented the mayor from resisting.

In his opinion, Lance was still too young. It was refreshing to kill the mayor this morning, but why did the mayor spend money to support those people? It's because they use alcohol and women to kill the mercenaries' energy.

What will those mercenaries do now that they have lost the restrictions of the mayor? They are all desperadoes!

Not to mention putting porridge on it, which is unprecedented. No matter how much food you have, it won't be enough for those people. What will those people do if they don't have anything to eat after three days?

No need to think about it, he knew that the security of the town would definitely deteriorate further. Walter knew that now he could only ensure his safety by relying on the guards of the farmer. This lord was still too young, and it would be too difficult to fight against those old fritters.

Walter even saw that this lord was quickly dismissed, and Hamlet also became a paradise for criminals, and even became the foothold of those bandits.

Lance could feel Walter's rejection of him, but he didn't expect it to be because he was too young, nor did he know that he had directly criticized all his arrangements.

But even if he knew, he wouldn't say anything. He prefers to convince others with facts rather than using his words.

"Then let's make a bet. Who will knock on the door later? If I lose, I'll let you go. If you lose, just stay here."

The previous conversation was quite casual, and Walter unknowingly forgot that he was being kidnapped.

When he realized this, he couldn't help but feel shocked. The lord would appear here. It was obvious that his target was the grain store.

Before Walter had more time to think, there was a knock on the door at this moment. He was suddenly startled and subconsciously looked up, as if waiting for the person behind the door.

If it is the farmer's guard, it means that the lord has failed, and if it is someone else, it means that the lord has won.

"Sir, the matter has been settled." Little John's voice came.

"Looks like I won~" The corners of Lance's mouth turned up slightly, and his pride was palpable.

But there was a strange look on Walter's face.

Even if five heavily armed men lose, they must at least have some movement! Why is this the end?

"I'll make another bet with you, who will be the master of this place after tomorrow."

After saying that, he didn't care about the somewhat dull Walter, left him here, got up and left.

Walter looked at Lance's back, and suddenly had a strange premonition that this man would really change the town.

But he gave up that idea in the next second. Although he was unhappy with the farmer, he knew that the farmer had hundreds of people in his hands. Even if the lord ate these five, it would be difficult to fight against a hundred people.

But since he lost, he has no intention of getting involved with the two of them. He should quickly clean up and find a few mercenaries to escort them away depending on the situation...

At this time, Disma had already controlled those people inside the grain store, and when he saw Lance coming, Disma started praising him.

"As adults guessed, those people didn't care about the wine and got drunk immediately. No one could react when we came in."

Disma admired Lance's prophetic ability more and more. If they really wanted to fight, the two crossbows would be enough for them to drink a pot. There is also an armor-piercing one which is even more troublesome, and the lord just used a barrel of wine to disintegrate. these guards.

"This is not a guess, but based on Little John's information." Lance smiled and raised his hand to pat Little John's shoulder and explained.

"These people usually eat, drink, whore and gamble. When I made such a fuss, they cut off their source and couldn't go out. Naturally, they were panicking, not to mention that they had to leave tomorrow. But this was their last chance. Of course they couldn't walk away after seeing the wine. "

Lance looked at the five controlled guards. Except for one of them who was a little stronger, he could tell at a glance that the rest were ordinary people without training. Their combat experience was probably just lashing the serfs with a whip.

Little John felt happy when he saw these people being unlucky, because they often bullied him.

"You go to the tavern and buy something to eat." Lance took out a few copper coins and handed them to Little John to send him away. What happened next was a bit inappropriate for children.