Dust is flying on the dirt roads in Hebron's countryside.
Inspector Ulm rode on a tall horse. His team included ten elite wing cavalry and more than twenty light cavalry from the city guard.
More than thirty people on horseback galloped down the avenue, and the flying double-headed eagle flag was full of shocking power.
In this age where most village chiefs fight with each other in an earl territory, this is already an armed force that cannot be underestimated.
Many gangs of robbers were frightened by the news.
Except for the first day when Ulm patrolled the border and caught a group of bandits who blocked the road and robbed the caravan, he and his knights and the weapons of the cavalry never tasted the taste of blood again.
A group of people stopped by the roadside to have lunch.
Ulm complained: "My lordship appointed me a patrol officer and gave me the responsibility of organizing a circuit court, but no one came to complain at all."
Pepin sighed: "Yeah, I can't even understand those laws. Those are things that only priests who graduated from church schools can understand."
Ulm feels the same way.
At this time, a Saracen man suddenly jumped out from the roadside. There were large bruises on his face and a cut at the corner of his eyebrow.
The cavalrymen immediately raised their weapons and pointed them at him.
"What happened!"
Ulm angrily shouted: "Sentinel, you let such a big living person in without warning? When you go back, take ten military sticks!"
The faces of the city guard cavalry who chased them out of the woods suddenly fell. They were not elites of the system who had been transferred to other professions, and their quality was uneven. However, Lothar had limited power and could only use it temporarily.
The Saracen man opened his hands to show that he was unarmed and kept shouting.
Ulm shouted: "Senmut, come out and explain to me what this heretic is talking about."
The city guard cavalry named Senmut replied: "My lord, he said that he heard about your plan to set up a circuit court, so he wanted to ask you for help!"
"The heathens are asking me for help?"
Ulm and Piplane looked at each other.
Without the statue of an angel, they would probably never have thought of asking a pagan lord or his officials for help.
The Saracen man's face was full of sorrow, and he kept saying something.
Senmut listened for a long time and then said with sympathy: "He said his name was Aziz and he lived in Abdul Village. The village master Adnan raped his wife. His wife couldn't bear the humiliation, so he jumped into the well and committed suicide. ”
Adnan?
Ulm thought for a moment and recalled that this was also a local tycoon who was no less powerful than Hussein. He was responsible for the taxation of the entire Abdu village.
"What you are accusing is a decent person with status and status. It is impossible for me to arrest Adnan just because of your one-sided statement."
Aziz suddenly looked desperate.
"Let's do this, Senmut, tell him that in order to prevent him from being retaliated against, ask him to return to Hebron with us tonight."
This was a big deal, and he didn't dare to act rashly.
...
At this time, in the mansion in Hebron.
Model was leading a group of guards to meet Lothar.
"Sir, we caught a group of poachers. They set up traps in your private forest and caught a caracal and several hares."
Catching poachers is of course not to protect the ecology, but legally, all unowned land and the products on it in the earldom belong to the lord Lothar.
In other words, the word "steal" for poaching refers to the fact that they stole Lothar's property.
Lothar nodded and said, "Bring them up."
The guards then escorted the prisoner over.
As soon as these people saw Lothar, they immediately fell to their knees, crying and praying:
"Sir, we are all tenants working for you, and we have never thought of stealing your property before."
"It's just that Old John's wife has just given birth. She only eats wheat porridge and cabbage every day and cannot produce milk at all. Moreover, we have never seen you hunting on the hunting ground, so..."
The old man with wrinkles on his face made a sign of the cross on his chest: "For the sake of Heavenly Father, please have mercy."
Lothar stood up and looked at the clothes of the people present. They were not ragged, at least they were patched.
The body is a little thin, but not too skinny. Overall, their life should be quite tight, but they can barely make ends meet, which is consistent with the status of a tenant farmer.
They probably weren't lying.
He paced back and forth for a moment.
The poachers were so nervous that their breathing could be heard clearly.
A benevolent lord might be lenient to poachers, but a cruel lord would cut off the hands and feet of poachers as a matter of course.
After a long time, Lothar finally spoke:
"As everyone knows, I am a very generous lord. I have planned to reduce the tax rate to 30% for all tenants who farm my land."
The poachers looked at each other.
Then they all knelt down on the ground, thanking Lothar for his kindness and generosity.
"but!"
Lothar changed the topic.
"You broke the law and must pay the price."
He waved his hand and signaled the city guards to pull them out: "Send them to New Habsburg to build the city. The treatment can be the same as that of other city-building workers, but it cannot offset the labor service."
The treatment of city builders is not low. When they truly experience it, they will realize that this is not a punishment at all.
The poachers were pushed away by the guards as if they were mourning for their heirs.
Andreas said with some confusion: "Sir, since you have decided to forgive these poor people, why do you go to the trouble of recruiting them to build the city? The treatment you have given me is not a shortage of manpower at all."
Lothar explained:
"Andreas, I can forgive them. In fact, I don't think it is a big deal that the beasts in the territory are 'poached'."
"But the sanctity of the law must be defended. Before I changed this law, they committed a crime and should be punished."
Andreas' expression changed slightly and he solemnly said: "Thank you for your teaching."
At this time, a messenger came into the mansion and reported to Lothar: "Sir, Ms. Jeanne has led troops to break into Hussein's mansion, killed more than thirty enemies, and captured Hussein and him alive. He has three wives, seven sons, and more than ten servants.”
"Ms. Jeanne is counting the belongings of Hussein's house and presiding over the distribution of fields to all the tenants."
Lothar nodded slightly: "Where are the casualties?"
The hussar said with a smile: "There were no casualties, only one unlucky guy got his toe smashed by the enemy's hammer."
"good!"
"very good!"
Lothar was very excited.
It was only natural that Jeanne could win, but it was a bit outrageous that there were no casualties.
Apart from anything else, if Hussein had been prepared and prepared rolling stones, hot oil and other things on the courtyard wall, and there were no city guards carrying siege weapons, he might not have been able to capture it so easily. .
