So I'm a sheep.

As soon as Sasha placed her hand on the horse's head, the man rudely stopped her.

"Get rid of this bad habit! It's a shame you're so good-natured; if it were me, Chasing Wind, I guarantee I'd kick you away!"

"Yes Yes Yes"

"You demonstrate it once first, and you watch carefully."

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Horse riding, tracking techniques, hand-to-hand combat, and power generation techniques.

Cherishing this rare opportunity, Sasha studied with all her might.

For the first fifteen years of his life, no one ever praised him as a genius, but now the third and ninth sons often use this term.

"Incredible! How did you and DouDou achieve such perfect harmony without more than a decade of working together?"

"I'm a freeloader, and it's a freeloader, so we often think about each other."

"Neigh—"

Old Nine covered his face, looking speechless.

"Haha, Fifteenth Brother, you have a great talent for martial arts."

"I grasped all the tricks of generating power instantly. How about I just throw away that broken sword and aim to become a master of physical skills from now on?"

The third brother had a slightly teasing tone, but also a serious one.

"I will never give up my sword."

The girl changed the subject: "However, being a master of swordsmanship and a master of physical skills are not mutually exclusive. I will try my best in both."

Volume 1: Chapter 631 Endless Greed

Count Bambe's clever plan to buy people to die for a few hundred silver coins finally failed after six months.

Groups of people were sent out, but none of them ever came back.

People aren't stupid; wouldn't they realize there's a big problem here after a while?

After that, no matter how high the bounty offered by the Earl, no one dared to jump into the fire pit anymore.

"Sir, still no one has come to the door today."

The Count was not angry upon hearing Pluto's report.

He said calmly, "I don't believe that band of bandits has suffered no casualties in the past six months. You can send someone over to talk to them."

Seeing Pluto's reluctance, Count Bambe showed a hint of helplessness: "It's easy to send out cavalry to wipe out the Forty Bandits, and that will make us look impressive too."

"But what then? I will have to face His Majesty's endless suspicion."

"He will definitely send people to investigate in secret. It's one thing if it's the cavalry, but if it's... In short, just bear with it for now."

Pluto sighed inwardly upon hearing this, feeling aggrieved, just as his master did.

But those who achieve great things must perhaps experience these kinds of helplessness.

"I understand, sir. What's our bottom line?"

"Three chests of gold coins"

Lord Banbei looked pained: "Even the greediest bandits should be satisfied now."

"..."

"Yes!"

The people in charge of the negotiations quickly made contact with the bandits, and after being notified by their subordinates, the two leaders arrived immediately.

"Is Lord Bambe willing to pay money for peace?"

The chieftain asked from his high position, without even dismounting.

"The Earl does not want the people of the city to live in fear any longer, so he is considering reconciliation with you."

The negotiator was immediately displeased to see the bandit leader's arrogant attitude.

He said indifferently, "You're all just after money, so hurry up and make it happen."

"Okay, then ten boxes of gold coins, the big kind used for loading goods."

One sentence made the negotiator almost doubt his ears.

"Ten chests of gold coins?"

"good"

"Impossible! You think you're blackmailing the king?!"

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"You're not being sincere at all?"

"It's not that we lack sincerity, it's that you lack sincerity!"

The man glared and roared, "This isn't how you ask for an exorbitant price!"

"How much is Master Banbei willing to give?" the head of the gang asked.

"A box of gold coins, of course not a big box, but a small box."

"hehe"

Seeing that the leader was about to turn his horse around and leave, the man quickly called out, "Wait! If you're not satisfied, we can discuss it! We can discuss it!"

"I don't want to waste any more words with you, let's get straight to your bottom line."

"If it works, great; if not, oh well!"

"Two boxes...and two and a half boxes of gold coins."

"Big box?"

"It must be the small box, my lord!"

The man said with a mournful face, "That's all we have. The two and a half boxes of gold coins were scraped together by the Earl's family through sheer grit."

"Okay, then let's do it this way."

"You agree?"

The leader didn't give a direct answer, but simply asked, "When will you pay me?"

"I'll go out with the caravan tomorrow at noon."

"Can"

Seeing the leader nod, the negotiator breathed a sigh of relief.

He risked his life to go out of the city to negotiate with the bandits, and managed to get things done within the Earl's bottom line. He had done a great service.

Lord Pluto will treat him well when he gets back!

Both sides reached an agreement, and the transaction proceeded smoothly the following day.

After receiving the gold coins, the bandits laughed heartily and left.

"Pooh"

Watching the group of arrogant bandits leave, the negotiator spat fiercely.

"Damn robbers!"

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"We've struck it rich, boss! This job is a huge windfall!"

The second-in-command tore off the black cloth covering his face, revealing a joyful expression.

"Is that all you're satisfied with?"

The leader said in a nonchalant tone, "Master Banbei has mountains of gold and silver, yet he only has this little bit of stuff. He's practically treating us brothers like beggars."

The second-in-command was stunned; he was somewhat confused.

If you think the gold coins offered are too few, why bother making peace with the Earl's Mansion?

"Brother, think about it carefully. Did I really just agree to that and then let it go?"

"..."

Not really!

"So we'll go knock on his door a few more times?" The second-in-command's eyes were filled with greed.

Count Bambe's belief that three chests of gold coins could satisfy the bandits' desires was pure wishful thinking; human desires, once aroused, are endless.

"So what if I knock on his door ten or twenty times? Can I knock all the gold coins out of the Earl's mansion?"

The leader shook his head: "Brother, what did I say before? Have you forgotten so quickly?"

The second-in-command's expression changed. He wanted to say something, but his throat felt dry.

"Looks like you've always thought I was bragging."

"No, it's not."

"Big Brother"

The man switched to an intimate address without any hesitation: "These past six months have been tough for Bamberg, and tough for us too."

“My men, no, my brothers, have already lost more than a dozen lives.”

"Now there are no more forty bandits, only twenty-seven. How can such a small number of people take down a city?"

Patting the man on the shoulder, the leader laughed heartily: "If we don't have enough men, we'll just find more!"

"Brother, I know you have connections; you're associated with several major thief gangs."

"The Earl's mansion can't handle it all by itself; we need to gather everyone together."

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After much deliberation, the second-in-command murmured, "Brother, I'm afraid I don't have that much influence."