Arthur was about to leave to torture John when he heard Yule say this.
Arthur was puzzled: "You might as well speak more clearly."
Yule showed an understanding look and smiled greasyly: "I have said it clearly enough."
The young lord was stunned and suddenly understood what his uncle meant.
"It must be you who actually noticed this detail."
Sheep is a symbol of evil in the West.
The reason is very simple.
Someone used sheep to do bad things, and when they were discovered, they lied and claimed that they were bewitched by the sheep.
So a certain tacit understanding was reached, and the sheep were the devil walking in the world.
And Yule suddenly mentioned this to make Arthur pay attention to something.
A farmhouse far away from the village, ten strong men, and no sheep.
What else could it be related to?
The goodness of Yanglong, the joy of broken sleeves, the kindness of hugging back, and the addiction of remaining peach.
You know, it's different from when spring comes and animals start to reproduce.
Human beings have no time, posture, season, place, or race restrictions.
Arthur suddenly remembered what the ten gamblers said outside the haunted house, and he had an idea in his mind.
John is probably a scheming and weak man.
Maybe the other nine people are the same people.
If John's favorite gambler is caught, won't Jinlong's whereabouts be revealed soon?
He walked into the farm, entered the room, and started testing.
"Whoever I point out will be dragged out to be beaten." Arthur declared.
The spinach laymen on the ground immediately started shouting.
"Master, I have no money."
"Stop fighting, the money is all in John's hands."
Although John's nose and face were bruised and swollen from the beating, he was in good spirits.
After a while, Arthur discovered the clue.
As long as he points to two people, John will make some small movements, such as blinking frequently, swallowing, etc.
"It's just you two. Drag him out. If you can't beat him to death, then beat him to death."
The two soldiers got the order and dragged the two designated people out.
Arthur moved the chair next to John.
"Where's the money? Where's my golden dragon?"
John's eyes rolled around but he didn't reply.
Soon, screams of pain echoed outside the house.
"John, tell me, people will die."
"Sir, it's all John's idea. It has nothing to do with me. It has nothing to do with me, master."
"Do you not value our lives so much? I usually love you in vain."
At first, John could still carry it and pretended to be calm, but gradually his expression became tormented and ferocious, as if he was wearing a mask of pain.
Until he couldn't bear it anymore, he said, "Let them stop and I will hand over your golden dragon."
cried the servant's son.
After Arthur asked the soldier to stop, he raised his head and said, "Tell me, where is it?"
"In the cattle pen behind the house, there is an empty stone slab, and the golden dragon is hiding under it."
Arthur asked Javier and the remaining soldiers to keep an eye on the spinach laymen while he and the two people outside the house went to find the golden dragon.
After receiving the prompt, soon, the golden dragons wrapped in cowhide bags appeared in front of Arthur.
And there are some additional gains, such as leather shoulder pads, exquisite money bags, black velvet cloaks and other unrelated carry-on items.
"You two count."
Soon, the two soldiers each counted their own piles, adding up to a total of six hundred and fifty-five.
Including the more than thirty pieces in the house, the total is more than six hundred and eighty.
In other words, these gamblers actually spent nearly twenty gold dragons in one month.
It only costs one golden dragon to clear the land for a yellow-flowered girl.
Arthur did some calculations and saw twenty yellow-flowered girls in front of him, being lined up by these gamblers and causing trouble, and he was immediately furious.
You have to show them the color.
Arthur grabbed a handful of golden dragons and stuffed them into his money bag, and threw one to each of the two soldiers.
"Thank you, Lord Arthur."
"From now on, let me be driven as you please, without any hesitation."
They are guest soldiers from Shili City, so they have to give them some benefits from time to time.
There are so many golden dragons now. If Arthur takes out a silver deer and throws it to them, they will then go back and tell their companions.
I'm afraid that when the war breaks out, there won't be many guest soldiers willing to fight for Arthur sincerely.
As a lord, in addition to showing kindness to his subordinates, he must also let them benefit in a timely manner.
Interest is the most stable glue for power.
After letting them hold the cowhide bag and the unexpected harvest, the three returned to the house.
"There are a lot of good things. Where did you steal them from?" Arthur asked after giving each of the remaining guest soldiers a golden dragon.
John looked at the belongings held by the soldier, "This is definitely not stolen. Please believe that I just didn't pay, or I haven't paid until now."
"Ah, you have a lot of problems!" Arthur sighed.
"Instructing your father to steal the lord's money is unfaithful; killing others is unkind; killing your own father is unfilial; stealing other people's things is unjust. Are these four articles enough to sentence you to death?"
John, who was lying on the ground, was stunned for a moment, and then sneered, "You nobles are really hypocritical, kill them if you want, there is so much nonsense!"
His whole body was still in so much pain that he could barely move.
But when he heard Arthur's hypocritical words, he still turned around and sneered to express his contempt.
"What, you're not convinced? Doesn't what I said make sense?"
John rolled his eyes, "Yes, yes, it makes sense. What you say makes sense to you nobles, but it doesn't make sense to us commoners."
"Ah? You are a gangster, how can you still be reasonable? Tell me, what are your common people's principles? If you can convince me, I will let you see the Seven Gods with a hammer, otherwise I will let you lie down for seven days and seven nights no matter what.
Die again."
Arthur said this.
John was jealous and disgusted with the lord's words, "If I were like you, with monks as teachers, gray-robed Amber as instructors, bachelors from the master's family to treat illnesses, and subjects to help you work, I could grow up like you."
It's enviable, but I don't have one. I only have a dad who lives in the basement, a dad who works as a dog for the nobles."
Arthur thought for a while: "Even if you are reborn as inferior to others, you can't be so resentful. Didn't your father also try his best to make you a better person? Didn't he ask you to learn from monks and wandering warriors? Cyril also
I didn’t let you hang out with gamblers!”
"Find a monk to teach me how to lick someone's asshole, or a wandering warrior to teach me how to stick your ass, right? This is better, I can't bear it!" John said sarcastically.
"The funny thing is that the gambler you despise in your mouth and despise in your heart is the best person in the whole river to me, not the monks and wandering warriors."
Arthur was a little surprised. It turned out that he had been treated like this since he was a child. No wonder it was like this.
"But you can't kill your father, he is sincerely good to you."
"His own life is unsatisfactory, why would he impose unnecessary efforts on me? Doesn't he understand that it is as simple as a salty fish to turn around or a salty fish?" John said hurriedly, as if he had been holding his breath for a long time.
Arthur thought about it, and it was the same.
There is really no way for commoners in Westeros to be promoted. In peacetime, they are just big fat sheep for the lords to gather their wool.
The kind that can't run yet.
After all, this is the case in other parts of the continent, and there is no security guarantee in the Essos continent to the east.
John calmed down for a while, feeling that his body was no longer in so much pain, and slowly said: "Before you make hypocritical criticisms, sir, let's see if he has a superior family condition like yours!"
Although his body no longer hurt, John suddenly caught a glimpse of his father's body.
The servant in the basement who was looking forward to his son's success was lying in the corner at the moment. Although his eyes were closed, he still seemed to be staring at his son.
But at this moment, the child from another family, the child that his father has always compared with himself, is using their aristocratic thinking to humiliate himself before he dies.
In the next life, I want to be a father and let Cyril be my son. Let him see how I educate my children.
John thought so.
"You'd better let me die quickly and end my life with one hammer, so as not to dirty your eyes and ears."
Arthur couldn't think of anything to say to refute John, so he raised his sledgehammer and exploded it with one blow.
The other gamblers remained silent.
"Sir, do you want to kill them?" Javier asked.
"Our manpower is not that abundant. If we take them back, there will be at least nine adult men who can still move the stone." The Lord, who was not in a good mood, ordered this.
"Thank you, your lord, for your magnanimity."
"The Seven Gods bless you!"
The remaining spinach layman expressed his gratitude.
The eight people quickly packed up, put the gamblers who could not walk on the bullock cart, and took the other gamblers back to the Moulin Rouge.
After all, this is the territory of the Ward family, and Blackwood's territory is not far away. It is not very safe for Arthur to stay here for a long time.
Most of the money was recovered, but Arthur didn't feel relieved.
He is a soul with normal views who has received nine years of compulsory education. Although he sometimes thinks about being a lord, he has no intention of bullying the people as slaves.
Equality, kindness and mutual assistance are engraved in our DNA.
The death of John and Cyril did not relieve him of losing money, but instead made him feel guilty.
After all, it was the existence of nobles like him and the original owner's father that made Cyril and his son such a tragedy.
It's a tragedy that nothing can save.
Aren't nobles like Blackwood, who don't treat common people as human beings, and nobles like himself, who treat common people as human beings, both parasitic rentiers who oppress the common people?
Arthur felt that this conflicted with his successor's thinking, but he was unable to change it.
He is just a small lower-class noble, how can he change the social structure of the entire Westeros continent?
What he can do is to better fulfill his obligations as a lord and better protect his more than 2,000 people.
This way they won't live up to the taxes they paid.
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Me: "I heard that you and the big black lord are at odds?"
Lord Lao Wang: "I heard that he is pursuing a nun. I plan to give him some color."
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