Crusade against the Pope

Chapter 41 Don't Hurt Me

Tax collectors, tax farmers, and de facto feudal lords, controlled their own private armies and had the power of life and death over several surrounding villages.

Such a person is indeed not worth mentioning in the upper echelons of the Kingdom of Jerusalem.

Even if it was Garys who passed by, as long as Ahmed revealed his identity as a royal knight, he would have to smile and entertain him warmly.

After all, the noble Master Frank is the master wherever he goes!

Of course, to Ahmed, ordinary Franks were just another kind of creature, lower than cattle and horses.

In the eyes of the people in Alhadi town, he is a mountain. Almost everyone lives under the shadow of this mountain. People can be easily killed by rocks rolling down from the mountain.

Then, suddenly one day, a Frank whom I met for the first time, who was quite kind and charitable, threw a gold coin to save a boy, and suddenly told me that he killed half of Ahmed's family?
Are all young people so good at joking nowadays? Dr. Abdullah looked at Garys with a strange look after he had calmed down.

"I'm telling the truth," Gillis emphasized.

"Yeah, I'm listening."

Doctor Abdullah has begun to recall his past knowledge. In Arabic medicine, there are some studies on mental illness...but Abdullah didn't really care much about this aspect at the time.

"Just a while ago, his nephew was extorting money nearby and I beat him up. Then he was so angry that he brought people to cause trouble for me. I killed some of them and captured him."

"I thought to myself, I have to do this thoroughly and not leave any trouble behind, so I made up my mind and broke into his yard last night and took my men in to kill him."

"I didn't really want to kill his whole family, but I couldn't tell the situation clearly at night, and my brothers didn't speak Arabic, so I accidentally killed a lot of them..."

Listening to what Gellis said, Dr. Abdullah nodded, thinking that this logic was quite sound and not irrational nonsense: "And then?"

"I took down his house and collected a lot of money from his storehouse. This money was all Ahmed's ill-gotten gains in the past."

"As it is written in the scriptures: All wealth gained through evil means will be abandoned. If you want to do good deeds, you must give away what you love most in your heart to others, and then you can achieve perfection."

"I was thinking about how to return those taxes and levies to the poor people. But now, I am not very familiar with the people in Alhadi Town. I wonder if you can be a guarantor for me?"

Doctor Abdullah nodded, looked into those sincere eyes, and thought about how to treat this hysteria. He actually had a hard time with this kind of disease.

"I know you or the people in this town may not believe me, so I brought this here. Doctor, please take a look at it and think about it."

As Gailis said this, he took out a notebook from his clothes and placed it in front of Abdullah.

Abdullah felt puzzled and then opened the book with yellowed paper and wrinkled footers.

Then, he was stunned.

No...I'm serious!
It was no longer the young man in front of him who was playing a joke on him, but it was more as if Allah was playing a joke on him.

If this Frank hadn't really killed half of Ahmed's family, how could he have taken out such a book!
This book is actually a record of the taxes collected by Ahmed from the town of Alhadi.

As soon as he opened the first page, Abdullah saw his name listed on it, followed by the various taxes he had paid.

As a doctor who runs a clinic, Abdullah has to pay a lot of taxes, from occupational tax, business tax, land tax, to head tax. In a year, the taxes he has to pay are several times more than those of ordinary farmers.

In addition, there is the money that Ahmed extorted.

Just when Abdullah was deeply shocked and felt unbelievable.

Garys also took out gold dinars from his purse one by one, placed them on the table in front of Abdullah.

Even though the Middle East has more abundant gold mine output than Western Europe, and the concentration of gold brought about by long-term trade activities, the purchasing power of gold in the Middle East is far less than that in Western Europe.

But some things remain constant.

Gold, this thing, just a little bit, can turn black into white, ugly into beautiful, wrong into right, humble into noble, old into young, and coward into warrior.

Even an elder as respected as Abdullah couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat when he saw more than a dozen gold dinars lined up in a row.

"The money?"

"This money does not belong to Ahmed, nor to me, but to you."

Temptation, naked temptation, and what is the purpose of this temptation?
Abdullah did not reach out to take the money, but looked at Gairis with a wary look. He was an experienced man, so he naturally did not think that Gairis was just giving money out of kindness.

Perhaps, there really are such naive and sweet good people in this world, but the young man in front of him is definitely not one of them.

A man who is used to using a sword will inevitably have lives on his hands.

Even if he shows kindness, he must have other intentions.

"What are you going to do?"

"I just hope that everyone can stand up and stop paying any unnecessary money. Today I killed a tax farmer, and there will definitely be new tax farmers in the future. Only when all of us stand up and unite can we avoid being deprived of unnecessary taxes."

What Gellis said was very sincere, but it was this sincerity that made Abdullah think that this Frank was crazy.

"Don't harm me! Take the money! This matter has nothing to do with us Muslims! You Franks should handle your own affairs!"

Abdullah hastily pushed all the money to Gueris. So what if he killed a tax farmer? !
If we kill a tax farmer today, the lord above may not take it seriously. As long as someone can pay the tax, everything will be fine.

The lord can even take this opportunity to sell the tax farmer's privileges once again, killing two birds with one stone!
But what does Garys mean?!

He was almost blatantly inciting the people of Alhadi Town to rebel!
What kind of rebellion?! Are you kidding me?!

A group of Muslims, led by a Frank, rebelled against the Frankish Crusader Lord? !
Are you tired of living?

At this moment, the ethnic barriers were like a chasm between the two of them.

　Begging for follow-up reading, really, begging for follow-up reading during the new book period is easy to kill the book (especially next Monday and Tuesday, you must follow up reading dear!)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)