Johannes' knights were very efficient, and those knights did not take long to bring back a team of heavily armed warriors, with two wagons full of goods, and a dozen empty wagons to.
Those soldiers are not much different from the knights, only the color of the battle robe is gray, and slightly less pattern. But from their every move, and the aura of the body. But can definitely see that this is a group of people who have been through a lot of battles.
Obviously, the dozen or so 'white-robed Hall of God' is the leader of the Knights, and those warriors, is the ordinary Hall of God warrior ...
After seeing the group come, the lords secretly exchanged glances, and the atmosphere became more gloomy.
A look at the opposite people, and then look at their own side of the group of soldiers who even hold weapons sweat. Look at the two wagons on the opposite side, and then look at their own side so many goods.
They feel that this thing, how can not be considered a fair trade!
The trading rules set by the various lords, in this case, can be said to have been completely broken. And, it also looks ridiculous!
Because no matter in which location, by whoever is fair, I'm afraid it will be the same one ending!
"How can this be divided?" "We should not have come..." "There will definitely not be a second time, just these two carriages..."
According to the demand they made at the time, it was eight hundred bushels of grain - almost 22 tons of wheat, which would have fed a thousand soldiers for more than a month if they had saved some. Add to that their autumn harvest, then even if the autumn planting was greatly reduced because of the monster's interference, that would be enough to last until next autumn.
The two wagons they had seen were indeed large. But even if all loaded with food, at most two hundred bushels of wheat (more than seven thousand liters, after removing the weeds and sand that may be deliberately mixed inside, almost four tons of grain).
This is a long way from the eight hundred bushels they need...
"I've seen your list." Martin's nice voice interrupted the lords' quiet, low conversation. He scanned the carts in the hands of the militia and laborers, nodded and said, "But I have to check it again before I can."
After saying that, he waved his hand and let the soldiers under his subordinates, go to do the count.
Such behavior is no different from robbers. However, no one in this group raised any objection. No one even asked to check the goods on the other side.
Seeing those ugly faces did not make a sound, Martin seemed to feel satisfied. He was like inspecting a group of lambs to be slaughtered like, in front of these people patrolled round and round. Only when he saw that these people avoided his gaze, all lowered their heads and completely succumbed to his lustful authority, he raised his whip and had the carriage brought over!
"Very well, you are all obedient. This has won you a chance to survive." Martin loudly repeated the words given to him by the leading bishop, "Remember, this is a gracious gift from the Lord Bishop - these things were not originally necessary to exchange to you. Give thanks to His Excellency well!"
That arrogant to the extreme look, imitated in graphic detail, made the lords feel incomparably humiliated, and some of them even couldn't help but want to raise their weapons... But in the end, they let go of their hands in dismay, amidst the sweat stains on their hands.
And with the release of that hand, their bodies were also drained of all strength...
But in the two carriages made over, the carriage canvas lifted the moment, their hearts previously generated those feelings, but completely disappeared...
Also suddenly understand, Martin that the meaning of the words.
Grain is not two carts, grain is actually only one car. And it was not particularly full.
But the other cart, but all weapons!
Arrows, spearheads, sword blades... All these things were of very good texture, and as long as the wooden hilt was added, they were all good swords and weapons. There were three or four hundred of them!
The lords looked at these weapons in awe, and some, in their excitement, couldn't help but come forward and pick up one for inspection. They found that although they are not as good as those in the hands of the knights of the Hall of Lords, but with some of the ordinary weapons in the hands of the knights, but has not been much worse!
A tinkling sound, a lord grasped the weapon just tried in his hand, looked up to his companions and said: "Some brittle, but very hard and sharp! Although it is not called a sword, but it is definitely a good weapon!"
"Different from anything I got out of the hands of the blacksmiths in my territory!" "By no means is it produced from the Black Pearl Valley." "Where was this brought from, my lord?"
Martin looked at the guy who asked the question and snorted, those talking eyes, and three words flowed out
'Countryman.'
However, at this moment, these three words were the ones that looked less harsh in the eyes of the lords.
As for the lord who spoke, after seeing this mocking expression of the lord of the Holy Church in front of him, he couldn't help but have a red face - these things might as well be the weapons eliminated from the Knights, or the things used by the affiliated soldiers!
They did understand the meaning of Martin's words - these knights could have used other things in exchange, but instead they took these weapons out.
"Sir Martin, these are indeed items that we desperately need, but... Isn't its price tag a bit too high..." Baron Garvey couldn't help but speak in a low voice, his face looking a bit hesitant.
Indeed, they had brought more than a hundred carts this time. In exchange for those large wagons, they could also fit more than twenty. Although this half carriage weapons are valuable, but this ratio is too exaggerated a little!
And in the previous transaction, but also set a 4 silver fox, 1 laborer this item - here are two hundred, although they are unable to pick up the weapons 'waste of people'. But the agreement does not indicate that the people who can hold weapons.
Seeing the faces of the knights did not change, and the terrifyingly tall knight was also minding his own business, eating black sausage in the distance. The other lords finally couldn't help but interject as well.
"My lord, can we take some of the stuff in exchange for food?" "Many people are already dying of hunger..." "In the previous days, there were already tragedies of people eating people." "You look at those poor refugees..."
In fact, these guys were crying for poverty. Because although they didn't have much food anymore, there was enough to last until the autumn harvest. Of course, I am afraid that this winter will not be too good.
But these people are talking about some poor indeed.
Martin did not answer their words, instead, he was looking at the refugees, while Agi was leading the soldiers under his subordinates and was checking the physical condition of these people: "Sir Baron Garvey, who brought all these people?"
"Sir Martin. These are all the people in my territory. Although they are a bit weak, but as long as they are given food, they can work." The words from Baron Garvey's mouth were not shameful at all. If it is in peace time, these people as serfs to sell, indeed, can be exchanged for money. But now I'm afraid that is to give them to others for free, I'm afraid no one will accept them.
But he seems to have forgotten such things, and there is no hesitation in his mouth. After saying that, then the eyes burning stared at Martin. It seems that whether these people can trade normally does not matter, he wants to wait, is the words of Martin's mouth.