I, the Lord of the End

Chapter 14, who is waiting for a deal?
Three silver shillings is quite a lot for the lower classes.

1 gold crown = 12 silver shillings = 240 copper pfennigs

For 2 copper coins, you can have a dinner of the lowest grade in the tavern: sour and poor quality ale, dark and hard bread, beans that are either hard or soft, and barley, wheat and vegetable leaves are mushy.

In the Holy Empire, no matter how poor the tenants are, even the "leap farmers", their annual income will be at least 3-5 gold crowns. It is also difficult for Moltke to understand why the peasant woman would fight for a piece of black bread. into this.

But Seuss of the empire may not actually see so much money in his whole life, because all his income first has to pay tithes, and then he has to pay the empire’s poll tax, field tax, tenant farmers need to pay land rent and corvee, and There are dozens of exorbitant taxes, so if a Seus can really get his actual annual income of 5 gold crowns a year, this is most likely the greatest wealth he has ever seen in his life.

The little guide's family of five can only get money for a year after paying all kinds of taxes, performing hard labor, and keeping enough grain and reserved grain, including livestock feed. The income from selling grain and livestock is generally The silver coin measurement is about 15-20 silver shillings, which also includes the remuneration that the lord must pay after Boone's paid labor, and most of the cash is used to buy daily necessities, which sometimes cannot make ends meet.

"So, what are you going to do with the money?" The coniferous forest in autumn maintained a deep green color, and the howling wind from the Julian Mountains suppressed the little guide's voice.

"I want to buy a new sheepskin coat for my father. His clothes have been worn out since the year before last and I can't mend them. I want to buy a pair of good shoes for my brother. He has been running barefoot on the ground." Hann Carefully said: "If possible, Master Sid, I still want to get back our cow, it is really a good cow, our family's livelihood depends on it! But in order for me to be 'baptized', Dad put It was sold for twenty shillings of silver, and the lord said the cows were his property too, and took four from us."

"Three shillings won't do much, boy." Sid closed his eyes.

"That would at least keep the family fed. Last winter was hard, and we were starving for months, all of us, all of us, with pancakes and porridge made of oats and rye, and stomachs Always cooing, luckily papa... managed to get a chicken, lord Sid, my mama was the best mama in the world, she was always able to use every grain, every inch (0.025m ) linen to make clothes for us.” The little guide went on and on: “The clothes she makes are beautiful and beautiful, with this money, my sister can definitely wear new clothes…”

"It's a felony to go poaching in the lord's forest!" Sid closed his eyes but it didn't affect his walking in the slightest: "Hann, you have to think about your parents, sisters and brothers, don't say such things in front of others explain."

"Ah!" The little guide realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, and quickly covered his mouth with his hand, his dirty little face was full of remorse, who made Master Sid so amiable, he couldn't help but tell all the secrets .

"Is Sir Werner's tax so heavy?" Moltke couldn't listen anymore.

"The lord's tax is very heavy." The little guide snapped his fingers: "Brewing tax, woodland tax (cutting firewood), bird tax (raising chickens and ducks), pasture tax (grazing), sales tax, mill tax, stove tax , window tax, fishing tax, wedding tax, hospitality tax, shield tax, etc., even when I went to the chapel to do odd jobs, Master Werner said that this must be approved by him, and my father paid him a grace tax of 6 coppers. Only then did I agree, and there is the most annoying Tully tax!"

Everyone was silent, Sir Werner and the little guide Hann were both crying poor, but who was really poor?
They are all poor, this is what the Raven Knights think, and they all blame the land of Rezran for being too barren.

"Lead the way well, Hann." Sid didn't want to turn this topic into a debate, he just signaled the little guide to lead the way well.

After driving for several hours, the little guide's words became less and less. After all, he is only a novice, and his physique cannot be compared to Sid's group. Even the knight apprentices who are also novice, that is the basis for serious acceptance A full-time professional in military training.

But when passing through the Inter Mountain Pass, the little guide still couldn’t help pointing to the distant place covered by the dense fog of the peaks and said: “Gentlemen, from there, you can go to the ice-eroded lake Meiquan in a day and a half. Palace, His Majesty the Great Priest is there."

"Where is the Schönbrunn Palace under Cecilia's crown?" Moltke responded impatiently.

"Yes, that's the Schönbrunn Palace, but I haven't been close to it, and I don't know the exact location." Han En, the little guide, nodded desperately: "With the supreme priest under his crown, how dare those dirty orcs with pointed ears come here? What about our town?"

The faces of the Raven Knights showed infinite admiration and admiration. They lined up and knelt down on one knee using their weapon pillars, paying the highest level of respect in the direction of Schönbrunn Palace.

Including Sid.

Under the crown of Cecilia, the first great priest of the Church of Heaven of the Holy Empire, the only Supreme Holy See of the Holy Empire.

As an existence that has reached the end of the road to the strong, it is a religious leader, a god spokesperson, and a symbol of the supreme combat power of the Holy Empire. It is admired by everyone, even the empire. The emperor must maintain the utmost respect for her, and ask her for her opinion on many important national affairs. If she disagrees, the emperor cannot act arbitrarily.

In the history of the Holy Empire, there have been many Holy See Supremes who succeeded in hitting the extreme realm. It was the peak before the outbreak of the Elder Wars during the Second Dynasty. Fewer and fewer people came back, and as a result, the later the time, the less people were willing to go to the Void Realm.

This is easy to understand. Rather than putting everything on Stud and facing smaller and smaller opportunities, the powerhouses of the Destiny Rank are more willing to put down and enjoy the existing supremacy.

This led to the death of Prince Mefadona, the Holy See of the Black Vulture Dynasty in the 4455th year of the Holy Empire calendar. Now, the Holy Empire, which is the most powerful in the world, did not have any Supreme Holy See. It is very difficult to even keep one's own base, not to mention regaining lost ground. In many border conflicts, when the Holy See Supreme of other forces comes out to "mediate", the Black Eagle Dynasty can only suffer from being dumb.

Until the end of the 4999th year of the Holy Empire Calendar, that is, the year Sid was born, after a full 544 years of waiting, the empire finally ushered in a Holy See strongman, who was born in the small town on the border between Rezlan and the Empire. The sword makes Cecilia Fanny Madeleine successfully hit the extreme realm, and casts the Supreme of the Holy See!

Now the Holy Empire was elated, its diplomacy suddenly became tough, and all forces immediately adjusted their diplomacy.

Therefore, it was not because Cecilia was a great priest that she succeeded in breaking into the extreme state, but because she was the Supreme Being of the Holy Sea, and the Holy Empire tried to win her over, so she was appointed as a great priest with the same authority as the emperor.

Cecilia is the pride of all Rezlan people, especially the high priest with a distinct Rezlan accent.

"Only a stupid goat in Rizran would talk like that!"

——Before the year 4999 of the Holy Imperial Calendar, the classic joke of the imperial court banquet.

"The pronunciation of Rezlan is the jewel in the crown of my holy empire, an intangible cultural heritage, those who mock the accent of Rezlan will be sent directly to the court for punishment!"

——In the 5000th year of the Holy Empire Calendar, the Holy Black Eagle Emperor Isaac's decree.

Sid still has a certain fondness for the high priest. Since she took office, she has used heavy punches to clean up church corruption and punish nobles from time to time. Any nobleman is afraid that the high priest will use her scale to evaluate crimes and punishments in the judgment. She will never Appease anyone who breaks the law, and even advocate homosexual revenge.

There is no favor, appeasement, forgiveness, consideration, or political influence in the judgment of the great priest. She only does one thing, and puts the value of both parties on her virtual artifact—the scale of the just. judgment.

Who is this judgment more beneficial to?
There is no doubt that Sivis and Seus regard the High Priest as a just judge, a guardian of the common people, an embodiment of justice, or at least a "cold saint".

The nobles don't like her style very much, but they still have to lick, and they can only lick. After all, even the emperor of the empire wants to lick. As the only Supreme Holy See, the Holy Empire can't do without her, really can't.

"It is said that Roboute, the Grand Duke of Wallace, once said that if His Majesty Cecilia appeared on the front line, the Principality of Wallace would immediately surrender." After Bauer and the others got up, Sid asked.

"Uh..." Bauer was a little embarrassed: "Her Majesty Cecilia has never been involved in such internal disputes."

Sid just smiled and said nothing more.

It is necessary to grasp the initiative and psychological advantage of the topic without embarrassing the teammates too much. Sid always carefully grasps the scale.

After a full day of driving, at around four o'clock in the afternoon, the sun began to set, and Sid and the others also arrived near the St. Regis outpost.

It can be seen from a distance that it is a desolate and dilapidated outpost, with collapsed towers, leaky buildings, orc-specific horse-repelling spikes, fangs on the top of the tent, and bloody hand totems. It is a very typical building. There are some goblins and a few centaurs patrolling the orc camp. Judging from the number of tents, there are only a few dozen people in this orc camp, and no goblins with giant hammer patterns or centaurs with giant horns were found.

Goblin, challenge level: beginner to cornerstone, short in stature, fragile, not good at melee combat, but fast, likes to use long-range weapons, good at single combat, likes to use paper marks.

Centaur, challenge level: from cornerstone to model, like long-distance, can also close combat, fast movement, good at dodging, equally vulnerable, good at using javelins, bows, and spears.

There seems to be a cave inside the orc camp, and there is a faint fire coming from it.

"This is it, gentlemen." The little guide pointed to the distance.

In the dim light, everyone could barely identify the outpost. Sid and the others discussed it. Although it is a good idea to attack at night, it can also cut down the long-range attacks of goblins and centaurs, but they have already traveled all day. Tired and hungry.

According to Sid's idea, wouldn't it be better for everyone to have a good meal and sleep, and wait until two or three o'clock in the morning to kill them in the dark?

But the Raven Knights denied this. They felt that this was too lowly. Sneak attack is not a virtue of knights. We should launch an attack openly and squarely.

"There is no need to talk about chivalry virtues when dealing with these orcs!" These are Sid's original words.

"The orcs are also an elder race!" Bauer still refused.

So everyone had to rest where they were, and retreated to a hidden place about 4 kilometers away from the St. Regis outpost to start a fire and cook.

Wine, steak, ham, cheese, nuts, jam pie, the little guide swore he had never seen such delicious food in his life. After getting Sid's permission to eat freely, Hann was like a rat that strayed into a cheese warehouse Like a mouse, I can't wait to put everything in my mouth.

The knight servants and apprentices looked at him with contempt. Seuss was Seuss, and he couldn't change his nature.

Sitting by the fire, Bauer hesitated to speak.

"Just say what you want." Sid said blankly.

"Mr. Sid, I'm not talking about you. You gave that child too much." Bauer said earnestly: "Just give three silver coins when you come out to lead the way? God, you will spoil that child like this. Money comes so easily, how can he be willing to live a good life in the future?"

"Then what do you say?" Sid asked with a half-smile.

"In my opinion, it's almost enough to give a few copper finnies." Bauer continued: "We are not defrauding him, but teaching him something that he can't usually learn. Too much money is not good for him. Good thing, he must be messing around."

"Goodwill deduction?" Sid was still half-smiling, his sea-blue eyes had a faint flash of sternness, and after seeing that Ball stopped talking, he said: "This is because I considered the difficulty of the task, the task The standard price after the remuneration and task time, I have promised, and I will keep my promise."

Ball had no choice but to get up and leave. Sid heard the complaints of "Rizlan Stupid Goat" faintly, and he didn't take it seriously, but walked towards Moltke instead.

Moltke was sitting alone, and Sid came over and said, "Are you interested in making a deal with me? Young man?"

"Who is waiting for a deal?" Mo Qi also made a joke, and then said seriously: "What deal?"

"Do you think this commission is very strange?" Sid came to sit next to Moltke, stretched his legs against the tree, looked at the leaves of the coniferous forest, and whispered: "The reward is very high, and the time It’s very urgent, and you still don’t want to go to the church for notarization?”

"Indeed, and I think he even gave you a gold cup." Moo Qi was actually a little skeptical in his heart. Hearing what Sid said, Moo Qi took advantage of the situation and asked, "What do you think?"

"500 gold crowns are enough to hire a team of official knights. He only needs to use this money to go to the mercenary guild, not to mention a few classic ranks. There are legendary strongmen who are willing to go there when they have nothing to do." Xi Xi De Tucao: "I thought a lot along the way, and I came up with a reasonable explanation."

"What explanation?"

"A more reasonable explanation is that this Mr. Frieden Samir has ideas, and he deliberately did not want someone too strong to take this commission." Sid said in a deep voice: "And deliberately found a mercenary middleman , that is, me, what does this mean, it means that he deliberately arranged this way, he just didn’t want to be found out, he didn’t want to be found out by the mercenary guild, he didn’t want to be found out by the church.”

"Is it confidential?" Mao Qi was thoughtful: "You mean, this outpost..."

"As long as he's not just looking for fun, there are only two explanations." Sid stretched out two fingers: "One, he wants to help me or Raven Knight in this way."

"It's a bit reluctant, I don't know him." Mo Qi shook his head again and again: "It's completely accidental that we appeared in Rezlan. There are countless ways for him to fund, and he will not choose such a stupid way to be drawn."

"I don't know him either." Sid put away a finger: "Therefore, the second explanation is that there are secrets in the outpost, and he just needs us to clean up this group of orcs."

"You mean?!" Moltke suddenly became excited, but he immediately calmed down: "Why are you telling me this, Mr. Sid?"

"I can't see through his strength." Sid remained calm all the time. He narrowed his eyes, brought his index finger and thumb close together to make an "O" shape, leaving only a little space between his fingers: "So he should Be a little stronger than me. If I am alone, I may not be sure that I can solve the problem. Among these people, you are the best. So, do you think about having an exciting deal with me? You pretend to be injured tomorrow, Let them go back first, let's stay and go deep into the cave to find out what secrets there are? If there is no secret, let it go, if there are me six and you four, how about it?"

"make a deal!"

"make a deal!"

Sid and Moltke clasped their right hands.

It appears the deal has been done.

The moment the two sides reached an agreement, Sid found something shaking on his body.

gold cup?

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