Chapter 58 You are so kind
Between the rising hills, the river gurgled across, wetting the green grass on the roadside.
The original dirt road has basically been washed away by floods, and every time you set foot, the mud will sink into your ankles.
But there are still countless straw sandals or bare feet stepping into the muddy water, pushing forward the carriages that are stuck in the mud pits.
Beside them, the armored sergeants in chainmail and the night guards were chatting and laughing about which girl in the village was the prettiest yesterday, while lazily moving forward.
The leader of this group was Quincy, the militia captain of Gaobao City.
Quincy's face was covered with red markings, and he had a pair of big swollen eyeballs, making people afraid that his eyeballs would fall out of them.
At this moment, he was sitting in a carriage, humming a tune and counting the silver coins in his pocket.
It is already September 25th. He should have arrived at the Gulag Monastery at this moment, but he has only walked two-thirds of the way.
After all, there is not much success in exterminating the rebels.
A bunch of poor country bumpkins have elected a pope, what do they have?
The first time he heard about the actions of this group of rebels, Quincy almost laughed for five minutes before he stopped.
Return to the Pope, return to the Papal State, there are still cardinals, why don't you create a few companies of orders?
Get some titled knights and build a few legions. Isn’t this enough?
None of the burlesques Quincy had seen at the circus was as funny as this one.
However, from Quincy's point of view, no matter how bold this group of rebels was, they probably would not take action against Father Durdafo.
After all, he is a priest and has a hidden amulet.
With the existence of Durdafo, it would be more difficult for Quincy to get a hold of the monastery's warehouse.
When rescuing Duldav, you have to go to the warehouse first. As for locks, it is not a problem.
Quincy was born a thief!
He stole from nobles, killed his accomplices, and then returned the property to win the recommendation of the nobles. He used the hidden wealth to bribe the cathedral priests, and then he got the position of militia captain.
After thorough market research at that time, he found that the fastest professions to steal things were priests and nobles, followed by petty officials and city councilors.
For Quincy, the flood was a great opportunity because all the tax cards were wiped out.
He made a prompt decision and mortgaged his official position as captain of the militia in exchange for these ten carts and matching horses.
Of course, he is still short of goods, but he has no money to get them.
Fortunately, he had channels, so he found the Grocers Guild and found a person in charge from the Megdi Chamber of Commerce.
He provides the means of delivery, escort and channels, while the Muse Chamber of Commerce is responsible for providing the goods.
After everything is done, if there are no risks along the way, it will be 50-50, and if there are risks, it will be 40-60.
The standard for risk attrition is the casualties of night guards and armored sergeants.
Like those refugees and public farmers pushing carts, there are a lot of them at Quincy's wave.
Now these ten carts are filled with grain, salt, iron ingots and medicinal materials. After the flood, the Qianhe River Valley, which is the main grain supplier of Black Snake Bay, will definitely reduce its grain production or even lose its harvest.
Then the price of grain and salt on the black market will definitely skyrocket, and the road is blocked, the grain cannot be transported in, and the grain merchants and nobles are hoarding it.
Up and down the Qian River Valley, in the valleys, ditches, and jungles, there are rioting hungry bandits.
The flood also destroyed the connection between the Secret Party and local forces. The Demon Hunters took the opportunity to kill the Secret Party and destroy the disobedient black market.
Knights need weapons to defend against hungry bandits, witchers need weapons to hunt down the Secret Party, and the Secret Party needs weapons to resist the Demon Hunters.
Weapons require iron, whether repaired or crafted.
For the same reason, medicinal materials can also be sold at good prices.
Not to mention anything else, along the way, he had already made a total of 20 gold pounds from the hands of knights and armed farmers with no background.
Chaos is a ladder.
Quincy didn't even dare to think how much this batch of goods could be sold for. He even thought about how it would be if some blind bandits attacked him.
As long as one or two night watch guards and armored sergeants are injured, 60% of the income from this trip can be obtained.
It is a pity that he holds the flag of Barneyforth in his hand, and no hungry bandit dares to cause trouble. How to cause one's own people to be injured reasonably is a problem that Quincy has faced all along.
Previously, he asked his cronies to pretend to be bandits to try, but the monk named Bonade saw through him at a glance.
If he hadn’t given me a step up, I would have almost fallen out with that little girl Megdi.
Now that little girl sends people over every day to patrol her, intentionally or unintentionally, without any room for maneuver.
Thinking of this, Quincy looked away bitterly, focusing on the man and woman on the carriage in front of him on the left.
Sitting on the swaying carriage, the girl is wearing a simple riding suit that tightly tightens her wrists and ankles, but her simple but not simple lines can still be seen.
"Brother Bonnard." The girl with wavy perm covered her mouth and nose with a small indigo feather fan, "Look, our militia captain is looking at us again."
"Don't take it to heart, Miss Sissi, they're just rats in the ditch." Bonade snorted coldly, "Just play some dirty tricks like this."
"You are so manly." Sissi's eyes were almost filled with stars.
She stretched out her hand to hold the edge of the carriage. As if by accident, she pressed Bonard's hand, and then quickly took it back.
Then she covered more of her face with a feather fan, as if her face was already blushing.
Bonade’s face was already red anyway.
But the expression on his flushed face was more serious.
He said righteously: "I have urged him several times to march quickly to wipe out the hateful secret party, but the result is still such delay. If it were me, I should have arrived at the Gulag Monastery three days ago."
< br>"You are different from him. You are a serious monk from Feiliubao Monastery. You strictly abide by the rules, have noble interests, are smart and self-disciplined..."
"You praise me too much, and you are from the Megdi Chamber of Commerce." Compared with Sir Catherine, my wisdom is just a speck of dust.”
“Hahahaha, you are really good at talking, but compared with my mistress, I can only be regarded as a speck of dust. This is just the right match.”
Bonade’s mouth almost reached his ears: “Yes, really?”
"Yes." Sissi smiled sweetly, and the side of her calf inadvertently brushed against Bernard's foot, "I have known you for a short time, but I feel like I have known you for a long time. You are the first person to do this to me. "I feel the same way about you."
"Sigh." As she spoke, Sissi suddenly sighed, "If you were not a monk. How wonderful would it be? "
"Things are unpredictable. If I could have met you earlier, I might not have become a monk." Bonad's mood immediately dropped.
He is a Frenchman and comes from a knight family. Because he is the third son and has excellent grades in church schools, he was sent to the monastery of Feiliu Castle to study.
Growing up, he saw either nuns who abided by the rules, or monks who were classmates or even bedfellows.
Perhaps Barneyforth has seen too much, returned to his original nature, and prefers nuns to be shy and unable to let go, but Bonade does not like them at all.
Until now in his life, he has never seen such a charming and knowledgeable person.
When he thought of being separated from her, even though he had only known her for four or five days, he was so sad that he almost shed tears.
“Oh, Brother Bonnard, my heart is wrenching at the thought of parting with you so soon.”
Bonade's heart was filled with sweetness and pain. Could it be that she was the same?
"It would be great if I were a secret party. In this way, I can take you to escape, fly far away, to a place where no one can find..."
Bonnade said directly He stood up and came closer: "Miss Sissi, don't make fun of me."
"Then if, I mean if, I am really a secret party, what will you do to others?"
"...Out of my devotion to Messiah, I shouldn't let you leave, but out of my true heart, I hope you live. If such a day comes, I will let you go and then atone for your sins." and pray.”
"Oh, really?" Sissi covered half of her face with a feather fan and giggled, "You are so kind."
(End of this chapter)