At this time, a soldier came over and reported loudly, "There are no cripples, blind, or wounded. A total of one hundred and twenty-three men, but the older ones are older, and the younger ones are in poor health. Another eighty-nine women. And twelve children who were not yet adults... And then... And then..."
"And then what?!" The officer seemed a little impatient with the soldier's hesitation.
"The women were not all very old, and many of them were beautiful..."
Looking at the dumb kid, he held his tongue for half a day and popped out this sentence. Martin almost choked on a mouthful of spittle in his throat. He waved his whip as if to hit, scaring the young soldier to cover his face in a panic.
"You idiot! I ask you, are there any problems with these people! For example, did you check the calluses on them?!"
"Calluses? Um... Chief Aggie said there was no problem."
Martin seemed to have great trust in Aggie's eyes. After listening to it he nodded and looked at Baron Garvey and said, "It seems you're still following the rules."
"Lord Martin, you are joking. Not to mention that I don't have any reason to put a spy in here. Even if I did, it would be a complete waste of a living person..." Baron Garvey shook his head and said, "I have never seen anyone who can walk alone in this mist..."
"But, Lord Garvey." Martin's riding crop tapped in his hand and said, "I don't remember saying anything about children before. Also aren't there a little too many women?"
"You can choose the ones you need, and the ones you don't, I'll take them all back."
"Forget it." Martin shook his head and waved his hand. Then two soldiers came over with three money bags and put them on top of the wagon.
Thousands of silver coins made a clattering sound, and after the soldiers counted out the extra money, they pushed the money bags on top of the carriage.
896 silver foxes a not more a not less, white silver shining in the torch, let people can not help but stare.
"Gentlemen, I want to make a statement." Martin scanned the crowd, and after seeing them all look over, he opened his mouth: "What I am carrying out now is not some kind of population trade - you have shown me that you have sheltered these poor people, although they are not in too good a state, but at least you have opened the door for them. "
He paused and, amidst the astonished looks of the lords, continued with the words that the lord had given him: "But taking in refugees, after all, involves a lot of pressure. So the Holy See should give you some subsidies - please protect your people, what you do, not only under the watchful eye of the God of Asylum. The Lord Bishop, too, will observe your every word and deed."
No one believed that these people would really take in these refugees, and even Baron Garvey was a little surprised.
When Baron Garvey raised his head once again and looked at these knights in front of him, his gaze was already different again from before.
Because he knew that that camp of Johannes no longer needed to have any suspicion anymore, and these knights, too, would surely solve the hidden problem of demons for them.
'Unfortunately, these guys didn't listen to me and bring more of those refugees. Otherwise, we would have some idea of how many people they really stationed.''
After Martin's words hit the ground, the lords suddenly boiled over. There were people who said anything, but the most expressed was one thing: "We have refugees here too."
"My lords!" Martin frowned, and the dissatisfaction in his eyes quieted the crowd: "Our quarters are not a shelter, and it is your duty to shelter the lords! Don't let me hear similar words again! After that, we will regularly inspect each territory. At that time, those who deserve to be encouraged will be encouraged... As for those who turn their back on the faith and forget their honor, huh."
Martin waved his whip, ignoring the ugly faces of those people, looked at the goods that had been carried onto the wagons by the soldiers, and said, "I have received all your goods, but this time I can only give you one-third of the things."
He paused, looked at the changing faces of those people, and finally said, "As for the rest of the goods, and the food you need. If you want it, just behave well inside the next battle."
Pinch part of the key supplies, to let these people follow the war, this seems to sound very reasonable... I can't help but let these people in the face change, can no longer say anything.
What's more, these arrogant and insolent knights in front of them don't like to hear the sound of questioning.
"Lord Garvey, count the time, and we will visit you when the set date comes." After saying that, Martin gave these people a meaningful look, then strangled his horse, turned around and followed the one that had already arrived to change the goods and went away.
The lord and their soldiers remained in the same place in a daze. For a moment, they looked at the backs of these people and felt that they were like bandits who had just plundered.
There was also a moment when it felt as if they had just paid this month's taxes to the lord's lackeys.
But in any case, when the procession closed and began to withdraw back under the shouting of the counter. The lords on the horse felt that the pressure and worries about the future were lightened...
...
"Jack, you know what." On the road, Martin looked at Alexander's back and the lord lord who was ferrying his steps and inspecting the training of the new knights in the backyard of the church far in front of the big man. He wiped the sweat from his head, exhaled deeply, and said, "This is my most successful robbery!"
"Me too... The chief calls this a tax collection." Jack wiped the sweat from his palms, breathed a sigh of relief, and corrected himself. He looked at the empty window above the church in the distance, and couldn't help but think in his heart: 'The holy church in my heart, finally I can press the glazing...'
...
Clap, clap, clap...
The majestic rain poured through the lockets, washed away the blood and washed the tumbled wounds white.
The ice-cold George gripped the square hammer and panted heavily. His eyes stared dead ahead, constantly searching through the hazy mist of water in the distance. But what he saw was the cold wind blowing the rain, and the dark clouds that rolled in.
The body heat is constantly taken away from him, has felt more and more weak. The scenery in front of his eyes is also getting dimmer and dimmer.
This is the final blow, he must not close his eyes...
A long dragon-like lightning suddenly appeared in the sky, the dim sky was instantly illuminated, a figure grabbed a spear and descended from the sky, in the blink of an eye it crossed the heavy rain and swooped down to his eyes!
George's body turned abruptly and swung his arm with his eyes wide open.
The square hammer flew out like lightning, but it brushed against that enemy. Then he was pierced through his body and picked in mid-air amidst a huge force.
Rumble rumble rumble~
Thunder burst out and the spear pierced through the shoulder bone, cutting a trajectory through the rainstorm and nailing it to the wall. With a wave of contempt in her eyes, the Valkyrie looked at her enemy who was about to lose to her for the 267th time. This time, however, the dying man reached up to her chest, his eyes revealing an unprecedented madness!
"You faithless, despicable gods and goddesses, dying and still wanting... You will never touch my clothes again!"
The woman under the iron face, her eyes revealed an icy cold killing aura as she stirred up her wings and stirred up her spear. Under the power of her arms, the spear bent out of an arc and made a creaking sound amidst the friction with the wall. The man who was nailed to it let out a roar of pain.
At this moment, a whirring wind suddenly sounded in the back of the Valkyrie, followed by her face full of surprise, was a huge force hit hard on the back!
The heavy impact made the woman's eyes black and spurted out a mouthful of blood. In the midst of the tremendous inertia, her body moved forward and heard the crunching sound of the spear breaking in front of her. Then she felt a large hand violently tugging at her wings.
"I didn't mean to grab your boobs!"
George's eyes canyoned with a shout and a death grip on the wings in his hands. Then, in the midst of the Valkyrie's furious struggle, George raised his feet, gritted his teeth and used all his strength to kick her hard in the abdomen!
Hissing sound, the tendons of the wings in that strange force in the raw fracture, golden blood in the Valkyrie's screams spilled all over the sky.
The broken-winged angel fell from mid-air and smashed to the ground amidst the sound of pain.
Trembling, she used her arms to support her body, and then saw the leaping man, with the square hammer growing bigger and bigger in front of her!
With a thud, the rose under the iron surface bloomed and rose, the watermelon shattered, and the discus was set in the boulder.
The headless corpse twitched twice and never moved again. George, who was breathing heavily, wiped down the touch of gold on his face and spread out on his back on top of the corpse.
"I'm not that horny... Hoo... I'm not that horny... Last time I just thought you would hide..."
That time was the most successful of George's more than two hundred fights. As long as she dodged, he would win.
...
(That night when Martin and the others were counting the loot, Aggie found a strange thing that looked like a mysterious tarot card.
Aggie: "What is this thing?"
"I don't know." Martin said, "But put it away, the chief is collecting them as a treasure."
"(I heard that it can make the stone bloom.")