"I surrender!"
"die!"
Click!
Kunsang strode forward, quickly calculated with his eyes the strength of the hound's jaw, the most suitable position between the neck and the head for a sword decapitation, and quickly struck out with a sword.
It was not cut off, but the sword had touched the flesh and got stuck in the shoulder. Baal died on the spot.
Kunsang even licked the blood that spurted out before using his sword on Sanjeev.
Maybe Kunsang can't win quickly one-on-one. After all, Sanjeev has far more fighting experience than himself, but who can fight with you alone?
One versus one, this is called one-on-one.
One versus many, this is called single player picking many.
It’s called a duel!
Several soldiers holding swords watched eagerly from the side, and the hunting dogs were surrounded by "dogs", leaving only the dilemma of being eaten.
Sanjeev took the initiative with an upper sword move and forced Kunsang back.
brush!
The soldiers who sneaked up from behind succeeded with cold arrows. They first shot the hunting dog in the leg, and then someone went up to hit it.
No matter how famous you are, you are still a lamb to the slaughter.
"Well done."
Kunsang quickly stepped forward and thrust his sword into the injured Sanjeev's heart, leaving him no chance to beg for mercy.
And all of his bodyguards were killed.
Adisha who escaped was quickly blocked by Oran soldiers on the outside.
Kunsang knew that Lord Oran wanted this woman, so he didn't do anything extraordinary.
The next step was to clear the battlefield. He called the farmer and all the prisoners gathered.
Then they all were ordered to be killed!
These people have no value to stay. People of this era do not have the same value recognition as their peers.
"You said to let me go, you swore to the all-knowing and all-powerful Lord!"
“When I was captured and taken to the Vikings, I begged the Lord for three consecutive years, hoping that He would kill the old man who stabbed me with those disgusting things every day, but He didn’t hear me.
Since there has been no response to my request for three years, then 'He' will definitely not take it to heart if I say it casually. "
"kill!"
After everyone was killed, the corpses were piled up, and then a fire was lit. The fierce flames made Adisha feel even colder in her heart, until she fainted from fear...
Kunsang looked at this quiet and beautiful face, and he had the idea of possessing her. If Master Olan didn't want her anymore, then he would add a little bit of his own mark to this woman.
God! Just imagining him has aroused great interest...
"Hahaha."
Madness makes people full of murderous intent, and Oran, as his master, is also thinking about how to start a full-scale war in Northumbria!
It takes war to create a new order, right?
…
Olan didn't go to bed until early in the morning. At about five o'clock in the morning, Mi'er got up from the bed and looked at Olan who had just fallen asleep. She got out of bed lightly and prepared the things she would need later.
When Oran woke up, there was warm boiled water in the washbasin, and the towel was clean and smelled of flower petals.
In addition to Mi'er, there are two maid assistants.
Mi'er and Karin took turns sleeping together, and Olan didn't like anyone more.
"Sir, according to your instructions, I have boiled the water and collected the petals to make perfume. Spray it on the towel so that when you wipe your body, it will leave more light fragrance on your body."
Recently, Oran's expenses have been getting higher and higher. Compared with the previous years of life, it can be said to be a waste.
But he doesn't offend his servants, because Olan is more generous with these servants.
The servants now all remember one sentence, Lord Oran said, "As long as you are loyal and obedient, your life will get better and better."
After washing up, he looked at himself in front of the bronze mirror. Things like "glass" made Olan want to get it quickly.
In addition, there are various convenience goods... and for all this, he needs more territory and soldiers.
When he came to the hall and was about to have a meal, a group of citizens also came to the hall, ready to report their needs and legal cases to him, and ask the baron to rule on them.
As a lord, Oran just needs to make these people wait.
Half an hour later, he finished his meal. The furniture in the hall moved quickly, and there was only a clean empty space in front of his lord's seat. However, these chairs were only for the more distinguished parties to sit on. If they were civilians, they could only stand.
On the wall behind him is the proud white eagle flag, showing the majesty of Oran.
When Oran said, "Bring it up."
The uneaten food was divided among the servants.
The castle steward "Nanamp" gave the soldiers in the hall a look, and then, about ten people entered in order.
In a small territory with a few thousand people, most cases were decided by the lord.
Then Nan Anpu explained the situation one by one as he had asked in advance.
In the first case, the housekeeper called out two people's names.
"The wood and the rotten mouth are coming out."
The man named Mu Mu was taller but had a dull expression. He immediately lowered his head when he saw the lord.
The rotten mouth looks younger, probably in his twenties, but there are rotten sores on his mouth.
Knowing that they were coming to see the lord, they cleaned themselves up as much as possible and spent a lot of time removing fleas from their bodies.
And put on a rough coat with minimal patches.
Serfs, freemen, tenant farmers.
The identity composition of three types of farmers in the territory.
However, there are very few free people, and almost all the land in the territory belongs to Oran himself. At the moment, these two people are just ordinary tenant farmers.
Both of them were farmers. In this era, they did not have noble surnames or even given names. The parents who gave birth to them all gave them a casual nickname. They just called it that. As time went by, they accepted it. Something happened, and I no longer wanted the original nickname, so I changed it to another one. "
The noble lord was right in front of them. The two put away their quarrel outside and lowered their heads cautiously. They were the defeated rooster.
Seeing the farmer stuttering, Nan Anpu was used to it. He explained, "Wooden's wife was taken advantage of by Rotten Mouth, so he injured Rotten Mouth's leg and cut off a piece of his flesh. Now, Rotten Mouth's injury He has been unable to be cured and cannot go to the fields, and his family has suffered a lot."
In this era, there is no strict reference to legal standards. It depends more on the mood of the lord and... money.
To Oran, these people were uncivilized and had strange ideas.
At this time when fertility was extremely low, people had no concept of birth control.
Although having an affair is considered sinful by the priests.
But cheating is normal for everyone from nobles to common people.
"How did you take advantage of her wife?" Olan asked Badzui.
When the latter heard what the lord said, he was scared and said, "I... wanted to put my... in... but failed, but later I compensated a few apples, and her wife also accepted it. This matter should It was solved, but the wood was too much. After she learned about it from the woman’s mouth, she actually took advantage of me while I was in the field and took action..."
When deciding a case, "concepts and customs at the time" must be considered.
The housekeeper whispered in his ear, "According to the investigation, her wife has multiple lovers and is not so committed to her marriage. She is an unchaste and low-class woman."
After hearing this, Oran asked, "What do you want?"
When Rotten Mouth heard this, he shouted anxiously, "I want their cow, I can't go to the ground now!"
"Damn bitch, you want my cow, you might as well kill me!"
Mu Mu immediately started talking, but the guard was about to draw his sword, which frightened him.
Farmers are different from regular soldiers. The latter can kill them cleanly with one sword.
In such a long life, Mu Mu has never held a long sword. The most lethal weapon he has ever held is probably the rusty sickle used to cut wheat, right?
Mu Mu’s wife was also there. When she heard that the cows she relied on for a living were about to be sent away, she hurriedly shouted, "I am willing to help their family with their farm work, and even 'service' bad words, but please don't take away our cows! Please!" ,grown ups."
No one cares about "chastity", only "cow".
"Watch your attitude! This is the hall, not your thatched cottage!"
The butler cursed, then turned to Oran and lowered his voice to that of a sheep.
"Sir, according to usual practice, I suggest that the cow be punished for its rotten mouth."
If this was the case, it would be equivalent to letting the entire Mu Mu family die. The value of a cow was very precious.
Oran thought for a moment, population productivity will be the key to the strength of the territory.
As a lord, he decided that the law should also set a standard. He could not always cut off his hand after stealing a piece of bread. If this continues, there will be a large number of disabled people in the territory.
"The cause of this matter is that you bullied Mu Mu's wife. The verdict is as follows. Mu Mu must lend the cow to Rotten Mouth until this winter is over. If his legs and feet never recover, then it will be extended to one year.
In addition, no more conflicts are allowed over this matter, otherwise both families will be arrested. "
This verdict was acceptable to both parties, and it was regarded as a satisfactory solution. Oran did not delay and went directly to the next one.
