Komait's dirty, greasy, and flea-ridden hair was grabbed by a fat hand, and his eye, which was swelling and turning purple at a speed visible to the naked eye, couldn't help but shed painful tears.
"You bitch, you still have a few moments. It seems that you are the little leader of that group of gangsters." The fat man, who had just been beaten very angry by Komate, roughly pulled Komate's hair and looked up at his face. Looking at Simon walking down the stairs slowly.
"Tell me, who is instigating you behind the scenes." Simon only felt extremely angry and a chill on his neck. He didn't know which step he failed to take and offended whom, and the other party actually wanted to end his life in such a despicable way. Maybe Vikings? Someone you secretly covet? Or is it the missing tax collector Fox?
Komaite didn't speak, he just kept breathing heavily in pain. Streams of blood flowed from the wound on his forehead, mixed with the large, wet and salty beads of sweat on his face, and flowed down his cheeks to his neck.
The sound of town guards running closer and closer, and now the guard captain's orders could even be clearly heard.
Komaite knew in his heart that no matter whether he was horizontal or vertical, he was absolutely dead, so he simply closed his eyes.
"drink!"
When the fat man saw that Komate was ignoring Simon, he punched him hard on the nose. Komaite felt his nose instantly numb, and then a salty, rusty heat flowed down his philtrum into his mouth.
"Hahahahaha." Komat licked the blood from his nose and laughed. The blood stained his big yellow rotten teeth into a terrifying scarlet color, but he didn't care.
"Forget it, he won't talk now. I'll have plenty of ways to make him talk later in prison." Simon crossed his hands and smiled coldly. At this moment, Miller slowly walked down with the help of Gabriel. building.
"What a cunning, disgusting guy," Miller held his stomach, looking like he was still in pain. "Fortunately, he had a chainmail, he almost died."
"Gabriel, you take Miller back to the tavern to rest first. Fatty and I have to entertain our new friend." Simon looked at Cormat with eyes full of anger, wanting to kill this despicable guy in the next second. Cut the corpse into thousands of pieces.
"What happened?" A guard wearing a wide-brimmed pot helmet, cotton armor lining and sleeveless leather jacket, holding a sharp spear and wearing a pair of muddy cloth shoes rushed into the store first. , looking at the messy bloodstains and corpses all over the ground, a chubby aristocratic attendant was holding up a dying street gangster and interrogating him. Next to him was a young aristocrat with a dark face wearing a heraldic robe. There was also a man who looked injured and was being supported by the stairs. The noble private soldiers were suddenly taken aback. However, after a brief period of confusion, the guard quickly made a judgment and walked to Simon's side.
"Dear Sir, has this gangster hurt you? I promise that we will give him the punishment he deserves and make him regret what happened today for the rest of his life!"
"He wants my life. Logically speaking, I have the right to decide what to do with him, right?" Simon looked at the guard with a gloomy face.
"This, I, I can't make the decision..." The guard's lake-blue eyes were spinning, and his lips were moving as he said with some uncertainty.
"Of course, Sir," just when the guard was in a dilemma, a rough voice came from behind, and then, a tall, bearded man wearing a worn, dirty chainmail walked in. At the grain store, he seemed to be the leader of this group of guards. "I've long been unhappy with these damn bastards. I hope they didn't hurt you."
"Very good, I'm fine, but my man is injured. Take this bastard to the dungeon. I have something to interrogate him personally." Simon waved his hand, walked out of the grain store, and let out a breath.
In addition to these troubles, Simon also has to find the packhorse that Gabriel just scared away.
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The dark and cold dungeon in Cologne was extremely damp. The torches on the wall illuminated the masonry walls covered with water drops and moss, and occasionally a few painful groans echoed in the narrow dungeon passage. The prisoners urinated and defecated in the cell, but the ventilation here was not good, so the dungeon was filled with an unpleasant stench of urine, feces, mold, and putrid smell.
"boom!"
The fat man threw a dirty wooden barrel aside, and a guard on the other side holding a piece of linen cloth to cover Komet's face released his hand. Suddenly, Komait, who felt that he was on the verge of drowning, sat up, his nose and mouth constantly spitting out the smelly water he had just poured in.
"I said, I said..." Komat looked at Simon with great fear, as if the aristocratic young man looking at him with his hands behind his back was the incarnation of Satan. He would rather have his head chopped off with an ax than experience this extremely painful waterboarding ever again.
After a while, Komaite told the whole process from when he was eyeing his group in Vitral Village to planning how to kill and strip him and his group in Cologne City. Although Simon was very angry about this, his worries were relieved a lot.
"Bah, who did I think it was, but it turned out to be a little thief blinded by greed." Simon looked at Komet, who was tortured to the point of dying, and spat.
"Let's go." Simon waved to the fat man and walked out of the cell together. The guards followed and prepared to lock the cell door.
"Wait a minute." Simon held the cell door that was about to be closed, and took out something shining in the firelight from his waist.
"That's..." Although the light was dim, Kaumate recognized it at a glance. It was the flying knife that had been accompanying him all this time, or the one that was thrown on the stairs of the grain store.
"This is to pay you back for Miller!" After saying that, Simon threw the flying knife fiercely at Komaite's abdomen.
"Ahhhhh!"
What stopped the flying knife this time was not the strong chainmail, but a thin layer of linen cloth stained with various dirt.
"Let this rotten man rot in the dungeon." Simon's footsteps became farther and farther away, and his faint voice faintly reached Kaumate's ears.
The weak Kaomaite was in so much pain that he even began to have cramps due to the huge pain in his abdomen. The guard also looked at him with disgust and slammed the cell door.
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Residents and businessmen returned one after another to the streets and shops that had been ransacked by rioters not long ago. Some businessmen found that something was missing from their stores, and either cursed loudly, or silently accepted it and then bowed their heads to sort it out.
The grocer wearing a dirty linen gown bent down and picked up the apples and groceries scattered on the floor in the mud and feces on the floor, and wiped them casually on his sleeves which were covered with all kinds of filth. Wipe it and put it back in the broken wooden basket on the wooden table.
Simon led the recovered packhorse and returned to the tavern with Fatty to find Miller and Gabriel. As they passed this street again, they couldn't help but shook their heads and sighed.
Speaking of the frightened packhorse, it was stopped by the horse at the city gate after being scared away by Gabriel, which shocked the guards at that time. However, the little tax collector who registered Simon into the city recognized it as Simon's horse, so he asked the captain of the guard to lead a few lazy guards by the city gate to patrol along the streets, and then asked a young man standing guard at the city gate. Soothe the packhorse and lead it to the church stables, waiting for Simon to claim it.
Sure enough, after Simon found his pack horse, in order to reward the tax collector for everything he had done, he specially rewarded him with ten copper coins. Although it was not as much as the reward of a Denier silver coin that he had expected, it really made the little tax collector who was thinking about how to get more oil and extra money every day very happy, and a lot of thanks followed. The flattering words almost made Simon's ears go numb. In the end, Simon waved his hand impatiently, and he reluctantly returned to the city gate, asking the little clerk who was temporarily replacing him to go away quickly and continue his work. Work.
The soldiers who were patrolling along the street were surprised to find a businessman covered in mud and running towards them in a panic and shouting for help before they had gone very far, and a thug chasing after him.
After the thug named Masi was subdued by the guards on the spot, the grain shop merchant asked the guards in shock to quickly go to his grain shop to arrest the thugs who were robbing his grain shop. But that group of thugs were like cunning foxes. When the guards were about to arrive at the grain store, the thugs inside actually scattered and fled through the streets and alleys. For a while, the guards didn't know which direction they should pursue. What a thug. So the guard captain left one person behind and gave the order to disperse and pursue. Then he walked into the grain store and saw the scene they saw this morning.
"Fortunately, the grain we bought on the packhorse was not lost." The fat man patted the grain bag tied tightly on the horse's back and couldn't help feeling a little thankful.
Simon, who was passing by the grain store at this time, saw that in the grain store, the poor businessman was holding a piece of parchment and writing something with a sad face, possibly calculating his losses. And there happened to be two gravediggers, all dressed in black, coming down the stairs. They were carrying the corpse of a thug who had suffered a terrible blow to the face with an axe.
"It's a pity that the smart wretch, Aluk, who sold grain, ran to find the guards, otherwise he would be like Joshua who had his neck chopped off with an ax, leaving behind a wife who was crying all day long and a living child. A baby in swaddling clothes." Opposite the grain store, the discussion between two women reached the ears of Simon who happened to be passing by. All Simon could do was helplessly spread his hands.
"Forget it, Fatty, give this to the grain merchant." Simon finally handed a Denier silver coin to Fatty. "To be honest, if it weren't for us, he wouldn't have suffered that unnecessary disaster."
