Pérot leaned towards the crowd, "What happened?" he asked.
"Sir Hull," someone saw the honeysuckle emblem on his chest, "we are talking about the Lord of Border Town. He confiscated the property of the nobles in Longsong Stronghold. "
"Call me Pérot, what is the specific situation?"
"I will explain it to Mr. Pérot," Simon squeezed his way forward, showing a flattering smile, "It is like this, under the orders of the Duke, we usually live in Border Town and manage the North Slope Mine for the Lord. Every winter we will bring the townspeople back to Longsong Stronghold to protect them from the demonic beasts. At the end of this year's Months of the Demons, one of my colleagues, Cornelius of the Fletcher family, was unexpectedly told by the Lord of Border Town that his house had been demolished by the townspeople without any compensation! "
"Either you admit that the house doesn't belong to you, or you will be sent to prison and hanged for desertion," he imitated the words of the 4th Prince Roland, "Sir, what is called desertion? This is what every mine manager has done for hundreds of years."
Pérot's mind could not help but recall the appearance of the young gray-haired man, although the outside world said that the Prince was extremely unbearable, but from his two personal experiences with him, he knew that Roland Wimbledon was by no means an ordinary person. And in this way of dealing with the crime of desertion, it was just an excuse that the other side casually found – the Prince had never thought of using reason to convince these people.
He has completely broken off relations with Longsong Stronghold, Pérot thought, or to think deeper, does the Prince not know that every year the townspeople and nobles go to Longsong Stronghold to take refuge? Obviously not. He clearly knows, but he still imposed a crime, forced the other side to make a choice, and even let the other side send such a barbaric result back to Longsong Stronghold, in the end what does the Prince want to do?
"But he is the Lord of Border Town," said the man who had previously laughed at Simon, "The Lord has the right to rule the laws of his territory."
"Border Town is also under the jurisdiction of the Western Territory!" Simon said coldly, displeased. "Do you question Lord Ryan's authority? Being stationed in the small town to supervise the work in the mine was the Lord's idea. Now that Roland has occupied all the houses of the nobles, he is openly opposing the Six Great Families. Lord Lionheart will not sit idly by. "
"Are you talking about the executioner who hanged Hills Medde and didn't even give him a letter?" Rennes came over at some point in time. "My father was furious with Thunder because of this."
"Lord Medde," said Simeon, saluting, "it is this man. Now that he's acting even more wildly, I'm afraid only His Excellency the Duke can stop him. I hope you can convey this message to us. "
"Don't worry. It doesn't matter if it's true or not. Lord Ryan is prepared to deal with him." Rennes said indifferently, "I came back for this. My brother is negotiating a trade deal in King's City. I'm the only one who can lead the Elk family."
"Really? That's wonderful, "said Simon joyfully.
Pérot frowned. Although he knew that since the winter letter was sent, His Royal Highness the Prince had chosen to stay in Border Town, sooner or later there would be such a day. But he had never thought that his friend would also have to put on his armor and go into battle. Ignoring the strange eyes of the crowd, he directly pulled Rennes to the side and dissuaded him: "Don't go, that's the Prince."
"I know he's the Prince, the Prince of the mountains," Rennes Medde patted Pérot's shoulder. "Don't worry, Lord Ryan won't hurt a Prince. Maybe as soon as we get there, he'll directly surrender. Even if he wants to resist, as long as we get on our horses, wouldn't all the farmers and miners run away? The 4th Prince doesn't know how to wield a sword or a gun, I don't think he'll be able to hurt even a hair. "
No, I'm worried that you'll be hurt by him … Pérot opened his mouth, but didn't say anything. He knew that the other side wouldn't believe him, because even he himself found it hard to believe that the Prince could rely on those miners to defeat the Duke's coalition. But he didn't know why, but he always felt a little uneasy.
"Young Master Pérot, your father wants you to go back, he has something important to talk to you about." A white-haired steward suddenly rushed to Pérot's side and whispered in his ear.
"I know," Pérot nodded, and after saying goodbye to Rennes in advance, he sat in the carriage with the steward and returned to Count Honeysuckle's mansion.
"Father." He walked into the study, where Shalafi Hull was writing something on the table.
Hearing Pérot's voice, the Count didn't stop writing, "You go and summarize the output of the territory, the number of people, and the income separately, and give them to me. I'll arrange the spring expedition. The Duke Ryan's conscription order has already been issued. After the snow melts, our five families will provide Knight and mercenaries for him to go to Border Town. "
"How much?"
The Count's hand slightly paused, and he raised his head, "What's wrong, you've never cared about this kind of problem before." He opened the letter on the table, "The Knight will have at least twenty-five people, as well as the corresponding squires and horses. The mercenaries will have forty people, and they must be fully armed. If there are more than one hundred freedmen or serfs, they should be equipped with simple weapons. "
Pérot calculated in his heart, so the five families added up to about a thousand people, plus the Duke's own troops, it could already be regarded as a force that could sweep through the Western Region. Even if Longsong Stronghold didn't turn out in full force, this team was still not something that Border Town could resist. There were only a total of more than two thousand people there.
"Father, can you not go to the battlefield?" He hesitated, but still opened his mouth.
"What's wrong, son?" The Count asked strangely.
"I'm worried about your safety."
Shalafi couldn't help but laugh, "Do you know what you're saying? An elephant trampling an ant to death, what kind of danger can there be? His Royal Highness only has a few knights and less than fifty personal guards, but we have ten times as many people as he does! "
In theory, this was indeed the case, before he had seen His Royal Highness, Pérot would also think so. But … "Father, everyone says that the walls made of mud will collapse when it rains, but His Royal Highness presided over the construction of the walls. They also say that it is impossible to stop the demonic beasts by relying only on the miners of Border Town, but His Royal Highness not only achieved this, even after the end of the Months of the Demons, no one escaped back to Longsong Stronghold. " The more he said, the more uneasy he became, "Now, everyone thinks that the Duke's victory over Roland Wimbledon was nothing more than an elephant running over an ant. Father, will the result really be like this?"
"Enough!" Shalafi slammed the table. He shook his head, stood up, and went to the wall where the portraits of the ancestors were hung. "Compared to fighting on horseback, you prefer to do business and talk about business, which is normal. But being a businessman doesn't mean being timid! Those merchants who sail across the ocean face the threat of death every day. " He knocked on the wall and said loudly, "Look at this. Your grandfather, your grandfather's grandfather, they all relied on swords and longbows to gain a foothold in this place full of beasts, refugees, and bandits. You are so afraid of fighting, it really disappoints me! "
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