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Chapter 13 The Shrinking Lord
The battle broke out suddenly and ended in a flash.

When the three most powerful knights under Viscount Claude were killed, they had already lost the power to resist Ronan.

The militiamen, who were already scattered and lacked command, witnessed the unattainable knight knight being shot and killed easily, just like a hare being hunted in a rural field.

At that moment, everyone lost the courage to resist, dropped their weapons one after another, and knelt on the ground with their heads in their hands to beg for surrender.

Seeing this, Ronan naturally wouldn't let his subordinates kill him.

He asked the knight attendant who led the team to manage his team well, and after confiscating the opponent's weapons, just keep an eye on the opponent.

Except for a few elites, the army of this era has no loyalty at all. Once the generals or lords who lead them are killed, they may immediately be defeated and choose to surrender.

After all, most of the soldiers were originally serfs who were farming under the lord, and they had to set foot on the battlefield after being forcibly recruited.

It's okay to fight with the wind behind the knight, but once caught in the headwind, you can only bear [-]% of the battle damage if you survive, and your morale is basically gone.

Loyalty is even more of a joke. Many people can't even recognize their lord's name, and are completely pushed away by the crowd.

Confused, when he woke up, he was surprised to find that he was actually on the battlefield.

Therefore, Ronan was not worried about these militia turmoil, and even gave them a stutter, and he could immediately switch to his subordinates.

Asking his soldiers to clean up the battlefield, Ronan rode his horse and approached the opposing lord.

The carriage there had already been surrounded by Ed's men.

Since he grew up in Triumph City since he was a child, Ed also received a certain noble education.

Therefore, in the face of the enemy nobles, before Ronan gave an order, he did nothing to him, just stared at him and asked him to take off his weapons.

Knowing that the situation was over, Viscount Claude wisely threw the long sword on the ground.

When he saw Ronan coming on horseback, he held his head high and looked at him without changing his expression, trying to save the last face for himself.

In fact, he really wasn't too scared. Unlike civilians who wanted to fight with their lives, nobles had their own battle etiquette.

Normally the winners don't kill the losers.

What worried him a little was that the cause of this battle was his shameful greed, which was a great blow to his reputation.

What's more troublesome is that he may not be able to find someone to hand over the ransom for him.

But the other party didn't know his details.

Viscount Claude comforted himself in his heart, it is still no problem for his majestic Viscount to bluff a baron.

But the next second his face changed drastically.

"Just cut it off." Ronan glanced at him without paying much attention.

It's not that he doesn't know the conventions of the nobility, if in normal times he would have some scruples in order to ensure his reputation among the nobility.

But don't look at what time it is now.

The Black Death was rampant in the kingdom, and a large number of small and medium nobles died of the disease.

The natural disaster of death does not recognize the rules of your nobility, who can control Ronan when everyone is in danger.

Besides, in this desolate place, as soon as the body of a murdered person is lost, it will be snatched away by wild dogs and brown bears. Who knows he killed it.

It was only for the little ransom, but after seeing so many nobles who took refuge in Triumph City, Ronan had already cultivated a pair of piercing eyes.

It was obvious at a glance that he was a pauper who couldn't make money, and his whole family's possessions were only the few carriages behind.

It would be a disaster to kill three knights and keep them.

"Wait, wait!" Seeing that the knight in front of him had raised his sword, Viscount Claude's expression changed drastically.

Driven by the desire to survive, the mind is running at high speed.

He hurriedly said, "I'm still valuable! I'm the lord of the Rhineland! The treasure of the family! The news on the border! The secrets of the Cobo family! And, and"

The blade swung towards him, and Viscount Claude closed his eyes in despair, only to find that he hadn't felt the pain for a long time.

He opened his eyes, saw the blade of the sword less than half an inch above his head, and took a deep breath.

The highly tense nerves were instantly relaxed, and the feeling of loss of strength from all over his body made him unable to control his body, and he fell to the ground in embarrassment.

On the other side, Ronan was thinking about the news that the other party was forced out in the face of death.

Most of the treasures are for bluffing. He is not interested in the secrets of the Cobo family, but the situation on the other side of the border.
The Rhineland of the Claude family is close to the border between the Kingdom and the North Lion Principality. Judging from his situation, is there something wrong with the border?

"Very good, if you don't want to die, tell me all the news you know." Ronan didn't point to any specific problem.

Viscount Claude raised his head, glanced at him, and replied weakly:
"Yes, but you need to take me to the nearest city first, otherwise I won't say anything."

After thinking of something, he quickly added, "Besides, don't try to force me by torture. The white bear breathing method has the power to cut off your blood."

"The members of the Claude family would rather die than be humiliated!"

Ronan didn't respond. It was impossible for him to change his itinerary for him alone, so he told the knight attendant beside him:

"Was there anyone else in the carriage when he was caught?"

"My lord, there was an old man with white hair beside the other party at that time, who was watching behind him."

"Bring him here."

Looking at the departing attendants, Viscount Claude's expression remained unchanged, "It's useless, that's my most loyal subordinate, and he won't say anything."

After a while, the white-haired old man came to Ronan and bowed to him, then said respectfully, "My lord, I'm Artur, you can also call me Old Motou."

He glanced at Viscount Claude and continued, "I have served three generations of the owners of the Rhineland Claude family, and I have also served as the president of the Insel River Channel Business Association for quite a while. I would like to answer any questions you may have. It can be answered."

Ronan looked at him in surprise, and couldn't help but look back at Viscount Claude, the expression on his face was obvious.

This doesn't seem to be the same as what you said.

"Are you crazy!" Viscount Claude stared at Old Mo in disbelief, his expression was far crazier than when he was defeated by Ronan.

"You are betraying! After death, you are doomed to fall into the endless hell and suffer endless torture!"

"No, Avery, you were the one who abandoned the glory of the Claude family first." Old Mo's wrinkled face was serious, "Facing the incoming 'lions', you chose to run away in fear and put Insel The river was handed over, and the Rhineland on the east bank became a hunting ground for lions, countless people were slaughtered because of you, and from that moment on, you have lost the sacred reputation of the Claude family."

Seeing that Viscount Claude turned his head pale and chose to avoid the sight of the old man, Ronan was a little puzzled.

Things seemed to be different from what he thought.

He thought that Viscount Claude fled the territory to avoid the plague of the Black Death. If so, he had no reason to shrink back.

In the face of invincible natural disasters, the strategic abandonment of the territory is irreproachable, and this does not affect the glory pursued by the nobles.

Those who are spurned are the cowards who flee in the face of the enemy's attack.

"Those who flinch will be condemned by God! Avery, look up, look at the person standing in front of you, look at those noble eyes, don't you understand!"

Old Mo's voice became high-pitched, "God's punishment has arrived, your fate has already been doomed!"

Ronan touched his bright purple eyes, and then he understood.

He also thought that he had finally activated the bastard spirit of the traverser, which would make the enemy's subordinates bow down and worship him. He did it all by his own blood for a long time.

(End of this chapter)