When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 724 Irresistible
"Damn it." Pulling the scarf from his neck to cover his face, Count Ravel quickly threw away his noble fox fur coat, "The transport team goes first!"

The French smuggling boatmen ignored the body of the cloaked man on the river and jumped into the cold water to push the boat, while the sound of the attack from behind the shaking reeds was getting closer and closer.

The packhorse panted heavily in the reeds, neighing in dissatisfaction as its master whipped it, but it still turned in the chaos.

Huddled behind rocks and trees on the riverbank, the refugee soldiers pulled out short swords, round shields and powerful crossbows from their waists or on horseback.

The sound of the crossbow's bowstring snapping tore through the night, and the fibers brought out when the three-edged arrow penetrated the reed stalks floated like golden threads.

However, only tinkling sounds were heard from the reeds, and scattered golden threads were swirling in the air.

A knight wearing heavy plate armor but moving freely, even able to trot and jump, appeared in front of many refugees.

Looking at the blue bee emblem on the knight's chest, Viscount Lavelle's pupils were instantly filled with bloodshot: "Damn it! It's the King's guards!"

The Viscount's mumblings were now drowned out by the shouts of "Shoot! Shoot!" from his bandit knights.

The rain of arrows from the powerful crossbows fell on the knight's plate armor, splashing out blue sparks.

Except for the part on the edge of the plate armor that was deliberately made thin, all seven or eight feather arrows were bounced away.

The knowledgeable bandit knight had already reacted at this moment, and stepped on the ground urgently to brake the car.

If they were not mistaken, it should be the Blue Bee Armor, which is the unique armor forging technology mastered by the Blue Bee family.

At this time, Laville no longer thought about covering the escape of the smuggling horse team. He just shouted, "Scatter, go into the reeds, and meet up at the old place!" and then went into the reeds.

When the rest of the refugees saw that something was wrong, they immediately dropped their weapons and hid in the reeds.

Ravelle also deliberately cut open the saddlebags of the pack horses with a knife in an attempt to force the royal guards to stop and collect the sugar.

The white icing poured into the mud, but the blue-armored knight jumped over it, but three refugee warriors blocked his way.

"Get out of here! You untouchable!" The long sword chopped in an arc, and three heads, blood, and exploded reed fluff flew up at the same time.

Ravel crawled on all fours toward the reeds, his silk scarf soaked with sweat and sticking with icing sugar, giving it a scaly sheen.

Feeling the sound of armor colliding behind him getting closer, Ravier suddenly stopped and plunged his broken left hand into the rotten soil.

The smelly rotten soil flew towards him, but the knight easily dodged it by ducking his head and slashing with his sword again.

A circle of reeds flew up, but Lavelle narrowly dodged it by rolling.

Unfortunately, the mask on Ravier's face was caught by the thorny gravel on the ground. When he stood up again in the starlight, his whole face was exposed.

"Ravel?!" The knight's gorget made a muffled sound. "Are you Viscount Ravel of the 1420th class of the Virginesburg Knights' School? It's me, Cosimo!"

Ravel said nothing, just kept swinging his sword.

However, Knight Cosimo's sword tip swiped and flicked, and the blade cut through the unarmored arm, and Ravel's elbow was cut off immediately.

Without a weapon, Cosimo simply used the weight on the hilt of his sword to hit Ravelle's chest hard, knocking him to the ground.

"Why?!" Cosimo put the tip of his sword against his childhood classmate's chin. "Your grandfather's portrait is still hanging in the Wang Li Martyrs' Hall! It's staring at you every day!"

Ravel obviously recognized this junior, but there was no trace of the youthful spirit or joy of meeting an old friend in his eyes, only silent indifference.

"Go ahead! Ravel!"

However, the Viscount just sneered: "What does he have to do with me? Does he know my suffering?

He recovered, died, was honored and enjoyed happiness. The royal family remembered him, but did the royal family remember me? "

Cosimo raised his beak-shaped visor and looked at him in disbelief: "You are the founder of the Brotherhood of Loyalty. Didn't we all agree to dedicate our loyalty to the kingdom?"

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Ravel laughed strangely and crazily as if he had heard some great joke. "The lords of the kingdom have banned the smuggling of grain, but they are smuggling it themselves, and the grain is rotting in the barn."

Lavelle grinned, his mouth oozing blood. "My father hanged himself on a maple tree. If I can't raise the inheritance money for the king, my family will lose its noble status forever after my death." "Is this the reason for your treason? Just because of a few dozen gold pounds of inheritance money?"

"A few dozen pounds? Do you think it's just a few dozen pounds of inheritance money?

Wrong, you have to pay to bribe the gatekeeper at the Heraldry Academy, and you have to pay money to get the noble certificate approved by the court. Even if you want to write a noble family background, you have to pay the herald official a fee. "Ravel, a noble, was about to shed tears at this moment, "Duke Fergie wants a luxurious life, a court, a standing army, and to support his musicians and tax collectors... For money, they can do anything!

If everyone has three gold pounds, they should spend five gold pounds, so that they can look decent and surpass other nobles!

I love our Leia, but who loves me?"

"Ridiculous! You are absolutely ridiculous! You, you..." Cosimo's face turned red under the visor.

"Do you think you knights with fiefs can rest easy?" With tears in his eyes, Ravel laughed like a night owl. "Have you seen the Royal Cavalry of Fran? Are they knights?"

Cosimo was silent for a while, and the voice under the mask was so disappointed: "Money, money, money, you were never like this before."

"Stop joking. The banquets in your palace are free? The armor decorations in the tournament are free? The prices of weapons and horses, the price of monster meat, the price of potions...which one is free." Although Viscount Ravel was lying on the ground, his shadow seemed to cover Cosimo completely.

Many scholars have pointed out that with the influx of cheap food and precious metals from the royal court, prices are skyrocketing at an imperceptible rate.

Prices were soaring, the income of the nobles could not keep up with the prices, and the Fran royal family started a trend of comparing and extravagance.

No wonder the nobles in the empire madly exploited their subjects. With the support of the extraordinary, they dared to do such excessive things.

Were not all these robber knights, who roamed the suburbs with Ravel himself, once knights like Cosimo?
It's just that they are all bankrupt. If they are lucky, they can join some noble cavalry regiment and receive a meager salary.

The unlucky or low-ranking knights would either become wandering mercenaries or bandit knights and rob houses.

Of course, the two often transform into each other and there is no difference.

The night mist of the Nauan River flowed between them.

The tip of Cosimo's sword began to tremble, and for a moment he didn't know how to decide or how to refute.

"Kill me." Lavelle was lying on his back, with only half of his arm left bleeding black blood in the night. His original madness was gone, and he was as calm as a starry night. "I've had enough. Don't let me be humiliated again."

A moment later, the knight's sword fell, whistling through the wind.

When the head was thrown into a special lead box by the servants, Cosimo picked up Ravel's cane.

"Captain, it's ready."

Cosimo took the lead box from the servant and stood there for a while. "Pack these things up. I will go to see His Majesty the King. You can send these stolen goods to the guild as a fine."

"Yes."

The Knight walked away with a confused and melancholy step. After confirming again and again, a young guard immediately squatted next to the sack of sugar.

While his superior was not paying attention, he pulled out a specially sewn cloth bag from the lining of his clothes and frantically scooped the blood-stained sugar on the ground into the bag.

"Are you crazy?" His companion pulled his arm. "Aren't you afraid of being seen by the Inspector?"

The young royal guard pushed his companion away with his elbow and said in a low voice: "The royal military pay was said to be paid later, but they are still delaying us every month.

Half of it is sent out on the 10th, and the other half is sent out on the 15th or even the 20th, or maybe there is none at all. How can they be so shameless!
This stuff is white sugar. If you resell it, you can make 50% profit. If you include the original, it will be 150% profit. If you don’t take it, I will!”

After filling the lined pockets, the guard took out the blackened and shriveled salary bag and continued to transfer the blood-stained sugar into it.

Looking at the guards picking up sugar in front of him, and then thinking about the empty salary bag, the companion thought again and again, but gritted his teeth and threw the salary bag to the guard: "I'll go to keep watch, help me fill it up too."

"okay."

(End of this chapter)