Chapter 612 Drag, just drag
"So far, 30 households have joined that sickle..."
"Pah -" Before Henderson could finish speaking, he was slapped hard on the face.
There was a dark red brazier burning in the hunter's hut in the autumn rain. At the simple walnut table, Adrian sat with a golden sword.
"You said you could stop these monks. How many times have you stopped them? Is it useful? Have you stopped them?"
Adrian had long since lost the boldness and honesty he had in front of Ansel, and his eyes even reflected the red light of the brazier, making him look as gloomy and threatening as an eagle.
"It's just two people, Bryson and others can fool you around. Do you think he's on your side? Can you stop him?"
With his face swollen, Henderson complained incoherently: "Sir, it's really blue! They..."
"It's just two people, how difficult is it? Are you even ashamed?"
Henderson grimaced: "No, sir, he is giving money to those stupid farmers. If I had money, I would pay it, but I don't have that much money. I really don't know how to stop him."< br>
Lifting his head and closing his eyes, Adrian inhaled and exhaled several times through his nose before slowly opening his eyes: "Uncle Henderson, we are a family, right? I even hugged your son. You and I I was there to toast your wife when she got married.”
Henderson looked cold and replied tremblingly: "Yes, yes..."
"Well, you ask your son to send this letter to Mason Parish, and then leave it there and don't come back."
After trembling all over for a while, Henderson suppressed his fear and nodded: "Now, isn't it a little early to start now?"
Speaking of this, the fire that had just gone down in Adrian's heart started again.
"If you can hold on a little longer, why should I start now?"
He grabbed the whetstone on the table and threw it towards Henderson. The whetstone drew an arc and hit Henderson's head accurately.
"Ouch." Henderson clutched his head in pain and instantly fell to the ground and curled up.
Looking at Henderson struggling and moaning, Adrian's anger still remained.
He had established contact with knights and armed peasants from 20 manors in three nearby parishes, and obtained overt and covert promises.
The original intention was to postpone the permanent leasehold reform until early or mid-October, and then rely on the Salvation Army to trigger large-scale protests and riots.
Even if this riot fails, it will slap that bastard farmer Horn hard in the face.
The Salvation Army was formed from a peasant uprising. Now it has provoked a peasant uprising. It would be a loss of face to suppress it, but it would be a loss of dignity if it is not suppressed.
And regardless of whether it succeeds or not, before the heavy snow seals the mountains, this so-called permanent lease reform will not be able to advance, and may even go backwards.
A whole winter was enough for the nobles of the entire Thousand River Valley to unite and launch an attack.
At that time, there will either be a civil war between the two sides and then both sides will be defeated, or the reform of Shandi County will be postponed and the two sides can save each other's face and change the name.
Adrian has received a verbal promise and oath from an earl. Once the perpetual lease reform in Mountain County is revoked, the eight nearby manors will belong to him, and he can even be granted a baronship.
In order to cover up this, he also deliberately pretended to be a drunkard who didn't care about the world, just to paralyze Ansel and get away with it afterwards.
Unfortunately, before the situation could escalate further, his own home was about to be stolen.
And it was not just his own home. In addition to Mason Parish, various nearby knights wrote letters crying, saying that their manors and farmers had been corrupted by the vicious wool spinning of their pure hearts.
Everyone was afraid, thinking that if they didn't start now, there would be no chance in the future, so Adrian just took advantage of the situation and decided to advance.
According to the plan, Mason's parish first revolted, then gathered together and flowed to his parish relying on their familiarity with the terrain.
Then they wanted to kill the monks sent by the Saint Sun, and the manor knights had to coerce the mountain people to cooperate with them in order to "protect the common people."
It's just that Adrian is slightly worried at the moment. It turns out that the battle time is a month or even half a month. If it is rashly extended to one and a half months, can they withstand the Salvation Army's offensive?
But it doesn’t matter, as long as the Salvation Army takes action against the mountain people, their so-called “loving and trusting people” will be shattered.
Yes, that's it.
While Adrian was deep in thought, Henderson, who was still shouting, quietly stood up and hesitated for a long time before speaking: "Sir Adrian, this is a matter of losing your head. After going to the plains, 15 gold pounds a year is quite a lot. , why are you doing this? How about... forget it?"
Adrian, who had lowered his head, suddenly raised his head. He looked at Henderson for a long time and suddenly burst out laughing.
"Forget it, why do you want me to forget it?" Adrian pinched the gilt copper cup in his hand, "The manor that has been passed down from generation to generation will be taken away by Meliyati with just one word?"
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Speaking of this, Adrian gritted his teeth and even his lips trembled slightly: "I saw the God of Death so many times during the war in Mound County, and he crawled back from the pile of corpses several times!
Look at how many scars and hidden wounds I have on my body. My bones and eyes hurt every rainy day. What do I want? I have done so much, so there is hard work without credit, right?
But when the territory was finally divided, I was dismissed because of the so-called "lack of martial arts skills" and "serious alcoholism." ”
As he spoke, Adrian approached Henderson step by step, and even his face turned red and ferocious like a devil.
Seeing the knight approaching, Henderson was so frightened that he fell to the ground.
The alcoholic knight beat his chest hard: "I know, I know it is impossible for all mountain people to go to Pingyuan County. Well, for the glory of the knight, I will go home, and I will neither fight nor rob!
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I just want to stay in my own manor, go to Mound County or Norn Kingdom to spend the winter, buy a few pieces of porcelain and put them in the house, and I will be safe every year.
But they want to take away even this right! What bullshit 100-household area, what bullshit permanent leasehold rights, they just want to deprive the knights of their glory!
They are so smart that they think they can deceive me by using the 100-household area and permanent leasehold rights? Can you bribe me with 15 gold pounds?
Let me tell you, the Mounts family has been the lord of this manor a hundred years ago, and they will be the lords of this manor a hundred years from now! ”
Adrian's voice echoed like a night owl in the dim cabin, while Henderson, who was originally arrogant and fierce, huddled in the corner, unable to even speak.
After shouting these words, the entire hunter's cabin fell into silence, with only the sound of rain growing louder outside the window.
I don't know how long it took, maybe ten seconds or ten minutes, before the suffocating silence was broken by the harsh friction sound of Adrian pulling the chair.
The dim candlelight shone on the log wall, clearly illuminating the tapestries and furs on the wall. When Adrian spoke, even the candlelight swayed: "During this time, you have to do two things."
Henderson, who was cowering in the corner, immediately jumped up and bowed to obey orders.
"The first thing is to use the time they delay delivery to try to reduce the number of new people joining the Scythe Brotherhood. The second thing is to find out who are the absolute supporters of Ansel."
"Sir, the second thing is easier to say, but the first one..." After several confrontations, Henderson suffered a lot and was no longer as ordinary and confident as he was at the beginning.
"They used rumors, incitement, and hired a few talkative women. Even though they were so active, in their hearts, they still didn't regard the two monks as their own."
Adrian knew these mountain people too well. Although Nuan Nuan was like a brother now, when it came to risking his life, no one would stand by him, or very few.
Mountain people are both selfish and selfless. They are usually as close as brothers to others, but once they really have to sacrifice, they are much smarter than the farmers in Pingyuan County.
Otherwise, why would the bishops of mountainous counties always complain to the metropolitan that "poor mountains and harsh waters breed unruly people"?
Henderson buried his head even lower: "But even if I spread rumors that the salary cannot be paid, wouldn't it be counterproductive when it is actually paid?"
"Today is September 11th." Without answering his question, Adrian suddenly mentioned the date, "There are still seven days until the second payday. Remember that day, and invite as many people as possible from the manor to the main house. .”
At first he nodded blankly, then Henderson seemed to have thought of something, and his hair stood on end: "You mean, kill everyone outside the main house?"
"As long as you have the land in your hands, there are plenty of farmers in the mountains who are short of land. Even if you kill 200 of them, are you still worried that you won't be able to recruit new ones?" Adrian said with a gloomy face while shaking the wine in the glass.
"But if this is the case, won't the remaining public farmers riot?"
"As long as you eight households of armed peasants stand with me, can the remaining mortals be able to overthrow the world? I am extraordinary!" After drinking a whole glass of wine in one gulp, Adrian burped, his face unclear because of the Excitement or drunken flush.
"It's already this time. These people have been poisoned and must be killed. If you don't kill - hiccup - no way!"
(End of chapter)