People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 200
Port Ella.

The gang members who used to be domineering in the past became active again after hearing that their leader had an audience with the new lord last night.

In a carpentry workshop.

Langdon, who was hooping the barrel, suddenly heard a loud noise.

The door of his own workshop was kicked open.

A group of gang members aggressively broke into the workshop, and the leader kicked over the cabinet containing the wooden wine glasses, stepped on it with one foot, and showed a fierce smile.

"Langdon, the interest you owe for this month is due."

Langdon subconsciously picked up the hatchet beside him, his voice trembling: "This period of recession, I have stopped working for a long time, and the money I owe you, even if it is three times, I have already paid it off."

The leader of the gang members sneered: "I'm talking about interest, didn't you hear clearly?"

There was a scar like a centipede on his face, and he seemed to be wriggling when he smiled.

Hardy spoke very quickly.

Originally, only [-]% of the tribute was paid to the lord, and it was all due to that stingy and greedy Zayn!

Just like the "Bow and Crossbow Ban" promulgated by His Majesty the Pope.

"Wait, there is another way. I can take a boat... No, the boats at the port belong to Master Muller. At this time, he must be more willing to cooperate with the new lord."

...

A group of patrolling hussars rushed towards them.

"Oh, I advise you to pay back the money obediently, otherwise, your carpentry workshop will belong to Master Rahman. You know, he is not a kind person."

The hussars passed by them without looking back, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Their customary ratio is that the younger brother gets [-]%, he gets [-]%, Master Rahman gets [-]%, and the remaining [-]% goes to the lord.

As if he had exhausted all his strength, he raised his hand with difficulty and pointed to the wooden barrel in the corner.

"Remember it all for me!"

Hardy gritted his teeth and said, "Master Rahman must be hopeless. He offended the new lord, and no one can save him."

The teachings of Zoroastrianism also despise the act of oppressing and enslaving brothers of the same faith.

It's the first time he's seen this kind of thing after being in the gang for more than 20 years. Just looking at it makes his scalp tingle.

The eagle dog raised by Master Rahman.

Langdon scrambled to his feet, his chest pounding like a bellows.

However, at the gate of the city, guards carrying two-handed axes and wearing double-layer chain armor blocked the gate tightly, not allowing anyone to leave at all.

Hardy suddenly jumped up.

"They shouldn't be thinking about this little guy like me, right?"

He saw one of his little brothers walking towards the gate of the city tremblingly.

"All stop!"

Langdon fell silent.

He concluded that the reason why the new lord attacked Rahman was that he was the only one with this ability!
For the rest of the gentlemen, although Master Muller is richer because he has mastered the shipbuilding industry and African trade routes, he is not as good as Master Rahman in terms of private guards.

Someone asked in a daze: "Then what should we do, go home?"

The younger brothers said yes slowly.

The hands that were lying on the ground each held a handful of soil and sprinkled it into Hans' eyes.

A younger brother showed an indignant expression.

There was a hint of consternation on Hadid's face: "It's not a fire, it's the tower of Master Rahman's house, and he's asking us for help!"

Hardy's voice was cold, he looked around at the younger brothers, and said in a deep voice: "Now, the biggest one in this territory is Master Lothar!"

"You also said it was before!"

Hardy quickly took off his hat and made a humble salute, and his younger brothers followed suit.

Of course, run away immediately, take all your savings, and run to the territory of the impaler! "

Hans shook his head and sighed, "When you're in prison, you'll talk about everything. Miss Flynn's magic is not something you can afford."

He brushed off the dust that didn't exist on his body, and said calmly, "I'll let you go this time, Langdon. I will come again next month. Remember to prepare your money bag in advance like today."

The person who came was not wearing armor, but was wearing a white linen shirt with a relaxed smile on his face: "Hello, Mr. Hardy, I am Hans. You should feel very honored to be in the eyes of my lord."

Before leaving, Hardy looked back at him, with a sneer on his face: "Don't stare at me so angrily, you are lucky, if it was before, you wouldn't be thrown on a boat and sold to the court of the black chief , this matter will not be settled so easily.”

On Hadid's face, the expression was a little distorted.

The carpentry workshop is the first stop, followed by a blacksmith shop, a leather workshop, two bakeries, and a dye workshop.Below that is the private mansion.

Hardy gave him a contemptuous look, and when the ax was coming towards him, he easily dodged and kicked Langdon to the ground.

"Fortunately, I am good at swimming, even if I swim, I can swim to the shore."

"Wouldn't any of you be so foolish as to think you're on a par with those taciturn slave-riders?"

His name is Hardy.

"Anyone dares to make trouble at Master Rahman's house, let's hurry there!"

The heavy hooves sounded.

At this time.

Hardy threw himself into the ground: "Please forgive me, I know the treasure place of Master Rahman, and I have a small savings over the years, as long as you promise, I am willing to give it to you."

Hardy weighed his weight, and found that he was the biggest gang leader in Port Ella, and he really couldn't be said to be a small character, so he couldn't help but feel like crying without tears.

A gentle male voice suddenly sounded behind him.

The galloping cavalry galloped towards the place where the green smoke was rising.

Langdon couldn't help showing a hint of astonishment on his face.

"Take it away, it contains all my savings, but only this time, and in the future, I will not give you another coin."

Hardy quickly yelled at his younger brothers to hide in the side alley.

Hans smiled and said: "Of course it's the owner of this city. It's impossible for a small person like you to get into his ears, but who made you notorious and was asked to be a model by the adults, and the execution will calm down. Public outrage."

Looking at the hatchet on the ground, Langdon couldn't help but growl in pain as he folded his hair.

At this time, there was another sound of horseshoes.

Hardy picked up the heavy purse and felt much better. Although most of them were coins and he could only get one-tenth of them, it was enough for him to be happy for a while.

Not far away, a stream of clear smoke soared upwards.

"I won't be blackmailed by these damn villains, your backer, that bastard named Zayn has been driven away, and now this is the territory of Master Lothar."

Holding the hatchet, he gritted his teeth and walked towards Hardy step by step.

"let's go."

But this does not affect their lending goals, including "own people".

The footsteps gradually faded away.

for a long time.

"Shit! What an air, these Frankish bastards!"

"Boss, look, there seems to be a fire ahead!"

But Hardy felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. The guards of Master Rahman's house were extraordinary.

These hussars now?

A younger brother suddenly shouted.

Langdon's face flushed instantly, fear had been completely replaced by anger.

Langdon took a step back subconsciously, and then raised his tone, as if to embolden himself.

The younger brothers were gearing up, planning to go back and get their weapons.

Hardy took out the heavy money bag, counted it roughly, and then frowned: "It's not enough, Langdon. If you want to pay off all the interest you owe, you have to triple the amount at least."

Hardy knew very well who could be messed with and who couldn't. The former city guards called them brothers and sisters, and that was because he gave them money.

He didn't even return home, and wanted to leave the city in a hurry.

The younger brothers suddenly became excited.

"Where are you going, Mr. Hardy?"

The little brother said unwillingly: "I know the boss, but I just can't understand their bragging appearance. In the past, all the members of the city guard had to call us brothers and sisters..."

Hardy smiled and said:
"Ha, whoever sits on the throne of the lord has to ask us to lend money. Do you think how much of the money we collect is distributed to the lord?"

"It's Lord Rahman's manor!"

Many people were either cornered or deceived and intimidated when they took out usurious loans.

"See, your opponents are these well-armored knights. They can crush us with just one charge!"

After collecting a circle, I took this month's income and went to Rahman's mansion.

Hardy said coldly: "Shut up, I warn you, don't provoke these cross-wearing cavalry, those are all ruthless characters who killed Zahn's Mamluk guards on the battlefield. "

Hardy took two purses, and ran out of the alley without looking back, without any hesitation.

"Okay, everyone divides the money in their hands, and disbands immediately."

"Who?"

Puff.

Hardy took his younger brother and began to continue collecting interest.

As soon as he approached, he was pushed to the ground by the wolf-like savage Frank, and he couldn't help but realize in his heart that the way forward was completely cut off.

However, once a foot sinks in, there is no possibility of pulling it out.

"Are you a brainless idiot? We are too involved with Master Rahman. He is gone. Can those Frankish barbarians let us go?

"If the holy fire is alive, why doesn't it burn out these damn villains?"

Just kidding, the knights who can afford to wear this kind of armor and ride this kind of horse can't satisfy their appetite even if they dismantle themselves.

The armor is complete, the archery skills are excellent, there are more than 30 people, they have all asked for help, how can he and the group of local hooligans under his hands get along?

At this time.

The little brothers looked at each other in blank dismay.

Hardy made up his mind and turned around to leave.

Only the younger brothers were left looking at each other, still a little at a loss.

"Get rid of those idiots who are making trouble, how can each of us get a share of money?"

"You...who is your adult?"

With his wallet in his pocket, Hardy was a little worried about his mindless brothers, but at the moment, he could only pray for the blessing of the holy flame.

"These idiots."

"It's still a character."

Hardy faintly heard a sigh, and after that, the world was completely plunged into darkness.

Hans dragged Hardy's foot, calling for the Varangian guards to take over.

Among ordinary people, this Hardy is considered good in martial arts, but the gap with him is really too big.

(End of this chapter)