I, the Lord of the End

Chapter 12, Sid?Saeed!
"Raven Knight! Stop closing doors!"

There was still a long way to go, so Ball roared from a distance. The old knight seemed to be doing nothing else, but his voice was very loud.

"Why are you yelling so loudly?" Sid was dizzy from the shock.

"Bauer had the loudest voice in our entire Raven Knights when he was young." David said with a smile: "Brother Sid, if it was Bauer when he was young, he would have knocked you out in today's duel."

Sid nodded slightly. To become an official knight, there are more or less two brushes. They may be old, or they may be broken, but there is no reason why the difference is unacceptable. After all, this is a world of swords and magic. The strong are respected.

"What are you all doing around there?" Bauer's expression was obviously quite smug, and he tried to yell louder, but unfortunately, the second utterance was obviously much hoarse.

Just at the gate of the town, a group of civilians gathered here, watching something, seeing a grandpa knight coming, everyone was terrified, but thinking that the damned lord might have to collect hospitality tax again, they all expressed their hostility Looking at Sid and his party.

Sid got used to it, Bauer and David got used to it, only Moltke felt a little uncomfortable.

When the people dispersed, everyone discovered that there were two peasant women fighting at the gate of the town. They each held a piece of black bread. , one is scolding.

Asking a passerby at random, Sid learned that the two peasant women had a violent quarrel over a trivial matter - after queuing up to use the bread oven, a peasant woman found that there was missing brown bread when she finished baking. A piece of black bread, so she thought that another peasant woman who was using the bread oven with her took more of the black bread, and the two sides quarreled over a piece of black bread, tearing, insulting, and fighting in the street.

The people next to them are not trying to persuade a fight, but watching. In this world, people's entertainment activities are really rare. The sun rises and the day goes in. The entertainment at night is nothing but rolling the sheets. It's a pastime.

No one persuaded the fight, only the joy of a good harvest.

"You shit that came out of the latrine, you bastard whore!" A peasant woman grabbed the opponent's collar and pulled the opponent's hair with her hands: "Hand over the bread!"

"Get out of my life, you crazy, I didn't take your things!" The captured peasant woman clutched her bread bag tightly, and she was already crying: "I swear to Goddess Melitie, I didn't take your things!" your things!"

"You take it! You take it! You take it! It won't work if you swear to anyone!" The peasant woman smashed the black bread on the forehead of the other party, and the dark red liquid stained the black bread. On the surface.

It's like a coating of jam.

"Stop!" Mao Qi shouted first: "Stop hitting! Stop!"

Only then did the two peasant women stop, and when they saw it was Grandpa Knight, they quickly knelt down.

"Give her a bandage." Sid said to Moltke.

"Go, bandage the injured man." Mo Qi immediately said to the knight entourage.

"Bandage that woman." The knight retinue immediately said to the apprentice.

There was a puzzled expression on the apprentice's face, and he didn't take out the bandage until Moltke expressed his affirmation, and bandaged the injured peasant woman.

Naturally, the two peasant women were weeping and pleading for justice for the grandfather of the knight. One was beaten to the point of breaking his head, and the other was stolen.

"It's just a piece of black bread, what's the matter?" Mo Qi really thought these two women were unbelievable. Black bread costs one copper coin in the market, and it sells for two copper coins. No matter how poor you are, as for a black bread Beaten to the bone?
Sid sighed.

Rezlan was originally located in the mountains, the land was barren, and it was difficult to plant and harvest. It was very difficult for Seus here to have enough food.

After all the grain has been grown, the first thing to do is to pay the "tithe tax".

Then there is land rent. Needless to say, the lord cannot give you white land.

Mill tax, the cost of using the mill. Rezlan stipulates that the mill tax should not exceed one of the twelve taxes, so it is one of the twelve taxes. There is still some wear and tear from grinding, and the miller must let the Seuss bear it themselves.

Oven tax, the cost of using an oven to bake bread, is about [-] to [-] tax one... The oven is not so accurate, so it is naturally rounded up.

And these are just a small part of the countless taxes that Seus has to bear, not even the most important ones.

"We have to fight, of course we have to fight." Sid raised his head and pointed his chin at Moltke: "Sometimes a piece of black bread can decide that they can save a few days of starvation before spring begins."

Before Moltke could speak in the future, he heard the old knight David say: "We can't intervene in Seus' affairs. If Seus has anything to do, we should report it to the lord through the correct channel."

Mo Qi originally thought that the two peasant women would scream for the lord to judge, but what he didn't expect was that when he heard the lord, no matter whether it was the peasant woman who was beaten to the ground or the peasant woman who lost the black bread, all of them showed With expressions of fear, they shook their heads hastily.

"What are you doing? Our lord wants to bring justice to you. Why are you retreating?" The knight followers immediately yelled in dissatisfaction, and drove the two peasant women towards the castle where the lord was, along the bad dirt road. The small town is where Sid and others spend the night.

It is said to be a castle, but it is actually a large three-story masonry structure with a watchtower connected to the main building. There are two guards standing at the door. Sid barely looked up at the afterglow of the setting sun. There are only about four or five people on the watchtower. guards.

Very well, the number of castle guards for the lord of the town of Zermatt should not exceed 15.

Where did the guards in the country see a grandpa knight in plate armor like the Raven Knight?

Looking at the leader again, young, fair-skinned and beautiful, with that glaring white hair, the leader of the guard only felt his body tremble, his legs trembled, a deep sense of fear emerged from his legs, After rushing to the forehead, the two guards took a sudden step forward and knelt down with a plop: "Your Excellency!"

"Yeah." Sid closed his eyes half-closed and nodded faintly. The golden skull and iron cross pattern on his fur coat was reflected by the light of the torch in the cold wind of the plateau, and the beautiful boy said lightly. Said: "Take me in to meet your lord."

"Yes, sir, please allow me to report later." The guard quickly got up and trotted in.

This kid... Bauer and David looked at each other, and they became more and more sure that Sid was the blood left behind by the great nobles.

It is difficult for many children of great aristocrats to have such a gentle and comfortable temperament as Sid at the age of 17.

Within a minute, the guards came out: "Sir Werner asked everyone if there is an edict or decree to be announced?"

"No."

"Come in, sir, the sentence is being pronounced." The guard moved out of the way.

Sir Werner, the lord of the small town of Zermatt, was sitting behind a greasy table with yellow cheese, plain buttered bread, a stack of dark roasts, a half-eaten Chicken thighs, and grilled, charred apples and pears with a little kosher salt.

He looks about thirty years away, with long gray-blonde hair, prominent cheekbones, thin face with unnatural flush, deep-set black eye sockets, big aquiline nose, thin lips, wearing A thick sheepskin jacket, compared with the sheepskin jacket worn by the old horse, is not only not only inferior in workmanship, but also lacks the row of beautiful copper buttons of the old horse.

The only thing that can prove his noble status is the coat of arms pattern under his left shoulder-red and yellow slash coat of arms with a dog in the middle.

At this time, Sir Werner was full of disgust. He looked at the farmer who was kneeling below as if he was looking at a lump of human excrement.

"It's so despicable. No wonder you natural-born mudbloods are only worthy of being hungry for a lifetime." Two streams of white smoke spewed out from his nostrils. Sir Werner's chin was already parallel to the table. He leaned on the back of the chair and chewed heavily. Barbecue, while cursing these damn country bumpkin Mudbloods in his heart, grease dripped from the corner of his mouth: "If I don't work hard, I know how to steal and play tricks all day long? How many times have I emphasized that Zermatt is absolutely absolutely absolute The appearance of such things is prohibited, haven't you heard?!"

There was a hand grinder in front of the farmer, and he just kowtowed and begged for mercy.

In the Holy Empire, things like hand grinders are absolutely "taboo" and are called "devil creations". Lords and nobles hate hand grinders more than devil statues, devil symbols, and the devil itself.

The mill tax is one of the most important sources of income for all lords. The mill ban always makes farmers have to go to the lord's mill to grind grain, so that the lords can take this opportunity to collect taxes again, everything is reasonable and legal , Therefore, almost every lord of the Holy Empire will issue a decree requiring every farmer to grind grain in his own mill. Unless the mill is too crowded and the queue is too long, farmers will be allowed to grind in other mills.

Naturally, farmers did not want to be exploited by the mill tax. For this reason, conflicts broke out again and again between the two sides in history, until the mill tax was fixed at a value that both parties could barely accept.

But even so, farmers still try to avoid the mill tax in every possible way. I don’t know when, farmers made homemade hand grinders to secretly grind grain by themselves.

After the nobles discovered the hand grinder, they were so furious that they were all destroyed and named as "devil creations" as forbidden objects. At that time, all the farmers who used the hand grinder were also executed in the name of devil believers.

Yet the hand grinder spread, no matter how much the nobles forbade it.

The farmer knelt on the ground and begged for Sir Werner's forgiveness. He violated the lord's rules by secretly using a hand mill to grind flour at home, and was reported by an upright neighbor.

In the Holy Empire, this is a felony!
"My God, I'm just...so hungry, if I go to the mill, this winter..."

"Bastard! You know how to blame others if you don't work hard or work hard?" Sir Werner couldn't stop drinking, he grabbed the mug on the table and threw it at the farmer: "What's wrong with me? This year's harvest is not good Didn't I reduce your rent? Don't you know how to be grateful?! Dog, look at me!"

The mug landed in front of the farmer and jumped on the ground twice. The farmer wanted to say something, but when he saw the Jazz's furious look, he lowered his head in pain: "I'm guilty."

"I declare your guilt now, and I hope Jupiter will forgive you." Sir Werner calculated in his mind, and said, "All 5 pints of wheat will be confiscated, the hand mill will be confiscated, and an additional fine of 5 copper pfennigs will be imposed. .”

"I...I don't have 5 copper finnies!" The farmer could only beg, with tears in his eyes, he said: "For Ms. Melitty's sake, please be magnanimous!"

5 copper pfennigs, which he earned by working Boone for the lord for 4 full days!It's not hot yet!

"Jupiter, these bastards really don't deserve to have a full stomach." Sir Werner cursed: "Let him go."

Farmers were dragged out and sworn never to hand-grind their grain.

Only halfway through, Sid and the others walked into the hall from the outside, and the shining white hair of the beautiful young man in the lead was reflected in Sir Werner's eyes in the reflection of the fire.

The chair seemed to have suddenly turned into a hot iron plate. Sir Werner sat up straight for a moment in a daze, as uneasy as a student facing a teacher reviewing, and then he immediately realized that this was not enough, and quickly got up from the seat When he got down, the expression of hatred and anger on his face immediately seemed to be as warm as spring. A smile appeared on his thin face, and he leaned forward, put his fists in front of his stomach and bent his waist: "Welcome, very welcome, Your Excellency who came from afar , and fellow Raven Knights, welcome to Zermatt, I am Werner, Werner-Wyler."

"Hello, Sir Werner, I'm Sid, this is Bauer, this is David, this is Moltke..." Sid briefly introduced the origin of the Raven Knights: "It's getting dark In the evening, we passed by for a night."

"Welcome, very welcome." After making sure that these guys didn't come with an edict to judge him or punish him, the smile on Sir Werner's face was even more flattering, and he pretended to be embarrassed: "I welcome you very much, but This is a poor place, and you guys came so late, I wasn't prepared..."

"It's okay." Sid said he didn't mind.

"Sid? Sed!" Sir Werner repeated several times: "What a rare name! What's your middle name?"

"No." Sid shook his head. He found that Sir Werner seemed to know something, so he said a few more words: "This is the name my biological parents gave me, but I was separated from them later."

"Cid, I remembered, isn't Cid the abbreviation of Sayyid?" Sir Werner said immediately: "I remember that Sayyid is the language of the Roma, which means 'chieftain'." ''Sir', it also refers to 'holy descendant', you are obviously not a Roma, your appearance proves that you are a pure-blooded Nobili, then there is only one problem, that is, your ancestors were once in the third unicorn During the Beast Dynasty, he participated in the expedition to the Far East and defeated the descendants of the Romani Holy See Supreme Hussein Khan in the war. Only this kind of aristocratic lineage that has defeated the saints has the right to name the descendants as Greeks. De!"

"Hmm, it seems so." Sid didn't admit it or deny it, he just smiled.

This is exactly the same as the information he collected.

"What a distinguished guest." Werner was even more respectful: "Please take a seat."

"Wait a minute, Sir Werner, we encountered something on the road." Moltke couldn't understand Werner's obsequious look, and he motioned to tell Sir Werner about the fight between the two peasant women in the street.

Sir Werner, who was about to curry favor with the "big shot", couldn't laugh or cry after hearing this.

He thought it was another discovery that someone was using a hand grinder.

What is it if two peasant women fight over a piece of black bread?Also deserve to make trouble in front of me?If I do this all day, I'm sure I'm going to die of exhaustion!

But in front of the "big shot", Sir Werner couldn't refuse, so he called the two peasant women and asked casually, emphasizing that "no fighting is allowed", and then fined each of them two copper coins to settle the matter.

This is also in line with the way the nobles deal with this kind of civil Seuss disputes, that is, each of them will hit [-] boards and be fined, so as to ensure that they will not bother themselves because of this kind of thing in the future.

See, you think you're doing justice, but you're only doing them more damage.

Sid gave Moltke a look.

Mao Qi was unwilling to read in fragments, and looked away.

"Your Excellency Sid, what do you think of this?" Sir Werner announced the verdict to the peasant woman with his nostrils, and then immediately turned his head and asked Sid for his opinion with his forehead.

"Forget it, I think they were all beaten to the point of bleeding, hey, I'm kind-hearted, I don't want to see this." Sid said very compassionately: "I think the one who is in charge of looking at the oven should be punished, I said right?"

"Ah? Er, ah, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" Sir Werner immediately nodded desperately: "That asshole of Becker! I'll fine him 6 copper pfennigs! Do you think it's okay?"

"What about the black bread? It's gone like that?" Sid glanced at Sir Werner.

"But... Your Excellency Sid, this precedent cannot be set. If so, the disappearance of every black bread in the future will become our problem!" Sir Werner felt something was wrong now, the beautiful boy in front of him was really Is it a nobleman?
The nobles would not do such a stupid thing!

"Stupid, Mr. Werner, I think I have to criticize you." Sid said calmly, "Don't give the black bread directly, you want to do this, you let the injured guy take out a black bread and return it, Shouting the name of Ms. Melitty again in the name of pity for her being injured and bleeding and giving her a black bread, this problem will be solved. Don’t they have to use their heads to bleed every time to cheat the bread? I swear on my grandma's name, no one would do that."

"Oh, my grandfather, sir, you are such a genius!"

　Thanks to the two lords, a new chapter will be added today!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)