After leaving the military camp, Sige did not go home directly. Instead, he rode a horse to the suburbs east of the city.
As the only way to the port, the eastern suburbs are very rich in land.
This has also become the favorite "turf" for the British nobles to compete for.
Sig plans to ask a noble here to borrow troops.
This nobleman once joined the army with him. During his time as a soldier, Sig saved this man several times.
This nobleman is an illegitimate son, and logically speaking, he cannot inherit the title and become a nobleman.
Unable to tolerate his good luck, he was recalled by his father in his third year in the army because all his half-brothers were dead.
His illegitimate son suddenly became the heir to the title.
The nobleman is now a viscount.
Although his title is only one level higher than that of Siger, he is a hereditary viscount, the kind with a fiefdom and a private army.
After Sig became a noble, he also visited this former "brother". The other party was quite enthusiastic towards him because he saved his life.
Sig felt that it wouldn't be a big problem if he borrowed troops from him to solve his personal problems.
Soon, after bypassing half of the city, Sige arrived at a farm in the eastern suburbs.
Before anyone got close, he saw the windmill in the village from a distance. It was the windmill of the mill.
The entrance to the village was guarded by two guards, who stopped Sig who came to visit.
"Who is this! This is the territory of Viscount Kate, not a place where a tramp like you should come!"
The guard yelled loudly, looking very rude.
Who makes Sig dress too ordinary now? Compared with his noble status, he looks more like a wandering knight.
These guards are most annoyed by wandering knights who like to cause trouble.
"I am Baron Sig Holmes. I have come here specifically to visit Viscount Will Fox Kate. If you don't go and report it quickly, if you delay my affairs, I will whip you hard!"
Sig sat on the horse and pointed his whip arrogantly at the guard who was speaking.
He knew very well that to deal with this kind of bully slave, what was needed was not smiles and politeness, but more rudeness and a condescending attitude.
As long as your status is higher than theirs, then they are just loyal dogs wagging their tails and begging for mercy in front of you.
Sure enough, when they heard Sig announcing his home, the faces of the two guards who were still smiling suddenly changed.
"Oh, my dear Baron, please forgive us for the offense. We will report it to you right now. Please wait a moment."
Sig waved his hand to the two of them to hurry up.
One of the two guards ran into the farm, while the other stayed in place with Smiley Face.
Sig waited for a while without paying attention. Soon the dust started flying in the farm, and a middle-aged man with a mustache came galloping over on a horse.
Before anyone arrived, a cheerful voice came: "Hahaha, Holmes, my good brother, long time no see, why are you here!"
The visitor is none other than the owner, Viscount Will Kate.
Sig greeted him on horseback: "Sig has met His Excellency the Viscount."
Viscount Kent, who was already approaching, said displeasedly: "Holmes, what are you doing? Are you being ignored by these lowly guys? You are actually estranged from me."
"No, it's just that I'm asking for help from His Excellency the Viscount this time, so naturally I have to be courteous."
Sig did not change his attitude because of Viscount Kent Kate's words, but became more respectful.
What he was thinking in his heart was: What do you mean, when you were in the army, you called me Brother Sig, not Sherlock Holmes!
Don't even shout "Sig", insist on shouting "Holmes", isn't it just to draw a clear line?
As early as several previous contacts, Sig had discovered that Will Kate, who became Viscount, was no longer the submissive soldier Kate before.
Now Will Kate has long become a qualified noble.
Arrogant, cunning, hypocritical.
But Sig doesn't care, because all qualified nobles do.
There is no friendship between nobles, only interests.
If your interests are aligned, he will be your most loyal ally.
If your interests are inconsistent, even if you are as close as a brother, he can sell you out.
"Look at you, what do you say about begging? We still need to say begging between us. As long as I can help, I will never be vague."
Kate agreed readily, but Sig still heard the mystery behind his words.
If you can help, help. If you can't help, then I'm sorry.
Sig went straight to the point: "Your Excellency Viscount, Sig came here today to borrow some private soldiers from you."
"Borrowing troops?" Kate asked in surprise: "What are you borrowing troops for?"
Sig said vaguely: "Don't worry, let's settle some family matters."
"Family matters?" Kate was confused. He had been living outside the city recently and had not entered the city.
Even though he has a mansion in the city, compared to facing a large group of nobles with higher titles than him in the city, Kate prefers to dominate in his own territory.
Therefore, he did not know what was going on in the city.
"Yes, to solve some family problems. You know, some time ago, my dear brother disappeared, and I have not been at home recently, so people are worried about the family. I am just a little baron, I have no private soldiers, just I can come and ask for your help.”
"Of course, as compensation for your trouble, I can transfer a shop under my brother's name to you."
Sig knew that nobles were people who didn't get up early without any benefit, so he directly threw out his chips.
Now Viscount Kate no longer hesitated, but laughed loudly: "Oh, what trouble are you talking about! What kind of friendship do we have? Borrow, must borrow, how much do you want to borrow?"
Sig cursed in his heart: "It's as if you can borrow as much as I want."
But on the surface, he still replied quickly: "Just lend me twenty guards. Of course, it would be best if there are full-time knights. After all, I don't know what the situation is at home now."
The reason why Sig only borrowed twenty people was because he knew that Kate's territory only had fifty private soldiers. This was the number of private soldiers that Kate was allowed to recruit.
And with Sigur's status, bringing twenty guards into the city was already the limit.
You know, for an ordinary caravan, the quota for entering the city is only ten guards, and the rest are made up of mercenaries.
"Twenty people? This..." Kate hesitated, thinking whether a shop was worth the risk of sending twenty private troops.
"Don't worry, Your Excellency, Viscount. I'm just asking them to go to the town. If they need to do anything, I will pay them separately."
Sig raised the stakes while the iron was hot, making Kate unable to refuse.
"Oh, what are you talking about? I'm just worried about whether twenty people are enough. Unfortunately, my territory also needs people to patrol, otherwise I will lend you all fifty people."
Sig just listened to what Kate said and didn't take it seriously.
He smiled and waited for Kate's next words.
Kate understood that she had overacted, and immediately ordered a knight attendant behind her: "Fern, go and gather all the people and go with Baron Holmes. Remember, Holmes is my Will's brother, so don't neglect him." ”
"As commanded."
The follower named Fein didn't talk nonsense and rode back to the village to gather people.
Soon, amid the hypocritical greetings between Will and Sig, Finn came back with manpower.
Sig said goodbye directly and rushed toward the city with Finn and others.
Except for a little trouble when entering the city, this little trouble was solved after Sig revealed his identity.
A team of twenty people could not make waves in the British city. The city guards just wanted a guarantee.
Sig gave them this guarantee. If anything happened, they would naturally find Sig, and the city guards would naturally not cause trouble.
In this way, Sig took Finn and others all the way back to Holmes Manor.
Coincidentally, it was already dusk at this time, so it didn't attract too much attention from outsiders.
The main reason is that all the merchants live nearby, and no one wants to cause trouble with the nobles.
"Rand, open the door!"
Looking at the closed door, Sig shouted directly at the gatekeeper.
The old man guarding the door slowly raised his head and looked at Sig, who was filled with evil spirits, without reacting too much.
He slowly took out the key and slowly opened the door to the manor.
As soon as the door opened, Sig rushed in on horseback.
"Finn, bring someone to follow!"
The group of people ignored the decrepit gatekeeper Rand and rushed straight into the manor.
Unexpectedly, a strange smile appeared on Old Rand's lips, and then, a shiny mouse emerged from the gatekeeper's house and headed straight for the inner courtyard.
Sig took the lead, ignoring the fright of his servants, and rushed directly to the yard where his son was.
"Sherlock, you traitor, get out of here!"
Although the affair between Anna and Sherlock was already known to everyone in the manor, Sig still didn't want to reveal it to his face.
He chose to attack Sherlock just to let Anna retreat.
Unfortunately, Anna was not in Sherlock's room at this time.
Sherlock, who eats to the core, has not been tired at all these days, so much so that others have lost weight without even noticing, but are enjoying the food as much as they can.
At this time, he was lying on the bed and fast asleep, replenishing his strength to continue fighting at night.
As for the pretty boy, he had long forgotten it in Anna's lies and tears.
While he was continuing to have a rough and tumble relationship with Anna in his dream, he was awakened by a loud shout.
"Sherlock, you traitor, get out of here!"
Sherlock was awakened with an angry expression.
Not only was his sweet dream interrupted, but also because he heard that the voice outside came from his heartless father!
"Damn it! Why are you coming back! Are you coming back to steal my aunt from me? No! Absolutely not!"
Sherlock had a crazy killing intent in his eyes: "How dare you come back, I want you to die!"
Sherlock seemed to be in a daze, unaware that he had murderous intentions towards his biological father.
Sherlock rolled over from the bed, not caring at all that he was shirtless and wearing obscene trousers. He walked to the table in the room, opened the drawer, and actually grabbed a short-barreled flintlock gun from inside!
"Kill you, I'll kill you!"
Sherlock's withered hands held a short-barreled flintlock gun, and he stumbled towards the door with a crazy expression.
There was only one thought in his mind.
Kill all the men who want to steal his aunt from him!
