Our family is in decline

"Are you the only knights?

Are you worthy?

I bother!

Anyone who stands with you will feel ashamed! "

Lance's speech did not have the so-called dignity of the imperial aristocrats, nor did he have the nagging talk of a church priest. Instead, he used rather vulgar words.

But these very down-to-earth methods gave everyone a clear and clear meaning - you are a bitch, and I am scolding you.

The onlookers were transformed by Lance's thoughts and were no longer numb. They showed a strong reaction when they heard these words.

Amid the outrage, some even shouted that these guys should be hanged.

"Traitor to the Empire!"

"Scum!"

"Hang them!"

Lawrence's face was livid, and his tense expression showed his discomfort and entanglement.

They were once proud knights, but they abandoned everything.

The exposure of that hypocritical mask directly caused them to fall down from their moral high ground, and they all shrank in the face of those angry eyes.

They should know that they are not prisoners for no reason...

Not to mention Hamlet's crowd, even Francis and the soldiers he brought showed varying degrees of resistance. As Lance said, no one wanted to stand with these "knights".

"And you! Do you think you are any good people?"

Lance noticed the unceremonious scolding.

"The Count of Bastia despises the burden of those refugees. On the one hand, he promotes Hamlet to the refugees, but on the other hand, he advocates the threat theory of Hamlet like a schizophrenic.

Those refugees were abandoned by the count like garbage, captured and driven to Hamlet. For this purpose, spies were deliberately arranged to mix among them to provoke riots, and he even did not hesitate to massacre them.

Three thousand refugees walked to Hamlet, less than one thousand and five, and you know how many of them you killed. What right do you have to look down on them? "

Being bombarded repeatedly by Lance trampled those people's sense of superiority.

In fact, these words were not meant for them. Lance did not have the time to make these people wake up. The real audience was the Hamlet crowd.

Continue to occupy the moral high ground, and also pave the way for Bastia's crimes, which can be used later.

“We didn’t massacre refugees like you, we could have watched you die, we could have sat back and watched you being killed by cultists, but we didn’t.

You must remember who extended a helping hand to the refugees, who rescued you, and who healed your injuries. It is our Hamlet! "

Lance glanced at those people. No one dared to look at them anymore, and they raised their hands and pointed to the outside world with no intention of talking nonsense.

"Get out of here now!"

As soon as these words came out, those melon-eating people became restless again.

"get out!"

"Hamlet doesn't welcome you scum."

"..."

The guards gradually withdrew and signaled the yelling people to leave.

Soon, there were only a hundred or so prisoners left in the open space. They all seemed very confused and uneasy, and they did not feel the joy of being released at all.

The two leaders, Lawrence and Francis, have already made psychological preparations - now I am Hamlet's undercover, what about Bastia? Really unfamiliar.

So even though I was slightly shocked mentally, I quickly calmed down.

The question now is...

Both of them seemed to have thought of something, and couldn't help but look at each other, thinking: This person belongs to Count Bastia.

"Hmph! To put it nicely, they are not polite to us." Francis said and approached Lawrence. He wanted to hide his identity and must show enough loyalty to the count.

When Lawrence heard this, he couldn't help but echoed, "That's because my Bastia army didn't come, otherwise how could he dare to do this to us."

This reaction of both of them was seen by the other party - it turned out to be Count Bastia's lackey.

"We have suffered a lot, but we should go back now and wait for the earl to decide on any matters." Francis quickly reacted and greeted Lawrence with a wry smile.

"That's right, let's go back first." Lawrence didn't reveal much and just nodded in agreement.

Then the two saw the two carts, which were only equipped because there were injured people who couldn't leave.

"This lord is really evil. These two cars and these supplies cost me a hundred gold coins." Francis looked painful.

But it was hard to say what he was thinking. After all, ten of the hundred gold coins were his, and they were all reimbursed to the earl anyway. He wished he could shout even higher.

"No weapons and equipment at all? Our trip is not going to be easy." Lawrence is not concerned about this, and it is not the money he gave him anyway.

What is more important is strength and whether you can go back safely.

"There are a hundred spears over there, each with a gold coin." Francis raised his hand and lifted the cloth on the car, revealing bundles of spears.

"Ah!" Lawrence was shocked, and quickly picked up a spear with obvious signs of use. It had an iron head and a wooden handle, and there was an unwashable smell of blood on it. It had been used to kill people.

But the high-quality silver scale breastplate made by the best blacksmith in Bastia City only has one piece of hardware. Is it rusty and tattered? Or is it a used spear worth a gold coin?

There can be no more five copper coins.

"Is this worth a gold coin?"

"That's right, this lord is really too evil. In order to save you, I was forced to agree." Another ten gold coins were put into the bag, and Francis almost laughed out of heartache.

Lance is such a childish person in business, so he just needs to clear out the junk equipment that has been eliminated.

Lawrence was stunned for a while, and couldn't help but look at the soldiers in the distance who were all equipped with muskets. Without saying anything, he distributed spears to all those who were not injured and began to prepare to leave.

Without knightly equipment and horses, they were now all spearmen.

What was it when they came?

One is a heavily armed knights with one person and two horses, while the other is also a team of dozens of carriages and hundreds of people.

Now that it's like this when I leave, I can only say it's really ridiculous...

Lance didn't care what problems they would encounter. If they couldn't go back, then these two guys weren't worthy of being pawns in his game with the count, and they wouldn't even have a chance to play at the table.

But Lance who left here encountered a problem, and Margaret came to the door.

"So you don't want to go to Totnes?" Lance asked, looking at Margaret in front of him, "Then where do you want to go?"

Naturally, the deal between Lance and Lawrence, a veteran, was not disclosed to more people. At least Margaret did not know more details. She only knew that the compensation had been negotiated and Lawrence would be released together with the prisoners.

Lance didn't care about it afterwards, thinking that Lawrence had already negotiated with her. Now it seems that she just casually agreed to Lawrence going to Totnes, and immediately regretted it when the old man left.

Lawrence also didn't expect that his daughter, who never lied, would lie to him. What on earth could make an upright person make such a decision?

Anyway, Lance will definitely not admit that it has anything to do with him. It is normal for young people to be rebellious.

"I want to stay." Margaret said seriously.

"Hamlet is not a nice place. There are too many dangers."

"That's why I want to stay here, and I want to fight for humanity like you!" Margaret held a musket in her hand, looking completely unafraid.

Lance knew something was wrong as soon as he heard it. At first, he asked Susan to tell them a story just to educate them about Hamlet's situation.

Similarly, he scolded those Bastia soldiers just now to create a contrast and create a positive image.

What does "create" mean? To put it simply, that stuff is just marketing rhetoric, and there are also many things that Lance does secretly that are shady.

Looking at Margaret's enthusiastic look, she couldn't have gotten into it after hearing this, right?

Lance had to doubt this possibility, because she had always been such an upright person, and this kind of person was an idealist.

"That's your freedom. I have no right to interfere, but you have to figure out how to support yourself and ensure your own safety. I said it's a mess here and there are many dangers outside the town."

Lance knew that such rebellious young people could not be preached to.

If Lance persuaded her to go to Totnes in a preachy manner, he might cause resentment, so it would be better to guide her slowly.

As expected, Margaret seemed a little confused when mentioning these things. What could she do?

"If you don't have any clue, I recommend you take the Sheriff exam first." Lance grinned. It would be easy to find something for her to do.

"What is that?" Margaret became interested.

"Our Hamlet is different from the outside world..."

Because the empire's aristocratic enfeoffment system resulted in the absence of unified laws, and the absence of clearly assigned powers, resulting in unclear responsibilities, many peace officers were privately appointed.

As for the amount of power, it all depends on the local situation, but what is certain is that they can only control ordinary people, nobles, churches, and people with a little bit of strength.

The powers and responsibilities are not clear and there is a lack of supervision, but there is still a little power, which leads to a lot of power-seeking and corruption.

It can be said that in the eyes of the people, it is the official gang, and in the eyes of the nobles, it is the paper wiping their butts.

Hamlet's Sheriff was given clear powers and responsibilities by Lance. Although it was also a means of maintaining stability, at least he was trying his best to solve the problem, rather than solving the person who raised the problem.

Then there are certain requirements for the quality of the police officers, so when selecting personnel, they also need to be inspected, unless you have some special skills to recruit them.

This examination is divided into written examination, physical fitness, and interview. Only those who pass all can become a peace officer.

Because of the generous remuneration, basically everyone who has the ability wants to give it a try. If you pass the exam, you will be able to leap over the dragon gate and become a glorious ancestor.

Similar to the Sheriff, those civil service positions need to be assessed, and those in office also need to study, because there will be assessments every quarter.

If you fail to pass, your salary will not be promoted. Similarly, if you pass the assessment, your salary will be improved, and promotion will be given priority.

The people of Hamlet are so lucky. They can meet Kao Gong in other worlds, and they even have performance appraisals.

"Take the theory test first. It's one thing to be a police officer or not, but passing the test means you have the ability."

Margaret understood after listening to Lance's detailed explanation, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she immediately killed him.

"Are you talking about the public security regulations? I have learned it." Margaret said, raising the gun in her hand, "Otherwise, how could I carry a gun?"

This sentence was ambiguous, but combined with Margaret's tone, Lance seemed to feel that something was wrong.

This doesn't just mean that she has seen them all, but that she can remember them all.

Lance had made that thing up, and he had a photographic memory, so he could casually tell some of the problems, but Margaret could really fucking say it.

Oops!

It's a genius...

Lance originally wanted to trap her with an exam, but he didn't expect that Margaret, who also had red hair, was not as smart as Boudica.

And he actually forgot that she had made a joke before and the gun was taken away. She must have done some research to get it back now.

The clown is myself!

But it was reasonable. As a member of the top class of Bastia, Lawrence must have invested a lot of educational resources in the education of his only daughter.

Lance may not even be able to write his own name with these words, and it is indeed out of consideration for ordinary people who are still in the literacy stage to benchmark her.

The theory is perfect. As for her physical fitness, she is a practicing practitioner and must be better than those ordinary people.

"Then what do you want to do if you stay?"

"I hope to fight for Hamlet!" Margaret couldn't help but clenched the musket in her hand, with a look of guilt on her face, "to atone for my father's harm to Hamlet."

She was also among the crowd just now. She heard what her father had done, which deeply hurt her upright character, and her father's image of justice and tallness could not help but become crippled.

Only Lance doesn't know, otherwise he would have to add something.

[Now, let me just say that it was definitely not me who led her astray, it was all the fault of Lawrence, her father, whose words and deeds were inconsistent. 】

Lance was thinking wildly, but Margaret suddenly said something.

"I will join the army and join Hamlet's army."

"No, no, this is no joke." Lance was also frightened by her words and quickly shook his head in rejection.

"I'm not kidding!" Margaret couldn't help but frown, "I know that the enemies Hamlet is facing now are cultists, and I know better how dangerous it is, so I have to stay even more."

"Lawrence told you?" Lance probably guessed that Lawrence wanted to keep his daughter away from Hamlet, so he told her something.

But unexpectedly, people like Margaret chose to stay because they knew the difficulties Hamlet faced.

This spirit reminded Lance of some idealists, who are always so naive, but have real goals.

In front of them, a despicable person like Lance would inevitably be unable to hold his head high.

But this does not mean that Lance will give in. On the contrary, he directly refuses.

"Now the army only recruits men. You don't meet the regulations. What's more, I can't do anything special just because of you."

"Boudica, Amanda can join the fight, why can't I?"

"..." Lance started to say something, but suddenly reacted.

Good guy, you've done all your research these days, right? (End of chapter)