Twenty-seven women, more than 30 children, and a dozen craftsmen, trading as slaves is a huge fortune, and for the Kuaishou gang, which has been reduced to a gang of bandits, this is a rare big gain.
It is slightly different from what some people have guessed. The Quick Blades group that is now rioting around the new knight lord is not a thief group temporarily constructed by pure skirmishers. His predecessor was the Quick Blade Warriors, a large mercenary group hired by the rebel marquis.
For the mercenary group, it is definitely a once-in-a-lifetime good thing to be integrated by a big lord. The mercenary group itself can get official establishment and supplies, and ordinary members can get rich rewards and promotion opportunities. , is the only chance to become a noble.
There is no shortage of ambitious mercenaries among the mottled mercenaries. As long as they are paid enough, the mercenaries who are originally desperadoes can take off anyone's head, including their own, and make themselves and their descendants a noble aristocrat. The opportunity made countless mercenary powerhouses excited.
But the big lord will not throw away the opportunity of incorporation at will. If the new nobles want to divide the territory, it is equivalent to cutting flesh from him, and even a low-level title without territory must give equal value to the retainers.
Want to get the title of nobility? Yes, you can fight for your life. As long as you prove your strength on the battlefield and obtain enough merits, it is possible to gain the appreciation of the great lord.
Note that the premise is that those big mercenary groups can obtain enough merits, and the establishment is kept intact, at least 80% of the combat power is still above, after all, the big nobles have never been philanthropists, even if you have made great contributions, once you lose It is meaningless even if it has its own value, and a mercenary group that has suffered heavy losses is very suitable for waste utilization. Ordinary members can at least become qualified private soldiers. It is also very cheap for a strong person without a strong team to buy it alone. This is the favorite "obligation (free)" cannon fodder for nobles.
Therefore, war, a pure and dangerous war, is not a task that ordinary mercenaries are willing to participate in. After all, when there is a high return, it also represents a very high risk, but everyone knows that there are many careerists in this world. and gamblers who think they are the only lucky ones.
As long as there is war, there are vultures and coyotes chasing war. The big lords really like temporary mercenary groups. Although more than 70% of the war mercenary groups are used and abandoned pieces, those lucky enough to become nobles and The rare case of the regular legion has inspired more mercenary groups to fly into the flames.
And the original Quick Knife Warriors was one of the "lucky ones". He succeeded in making amazing feats, but...
"The head of the regiment, Ent, is dead, our achievements are gone, the Quick Knife Warriors are gone, several elder brothers were hanged on the flagpole, only the deputy head Kahn became a knight noble, Brother Zink It is said that Kahn betrayed us and exchanged the wealth and honor with the lives of his brothers, so we came to Kahn to take revenge."
"By killing civilians?"
"That's just Kahn's property. We plan to sell more and at least get our fair share back."
Is the lord the personal wealth of the lord? In a sense, this is also a mainstream concept in this world.
The two sentries of the Quick Knives were lying together, one could not move, the other calmly stated their "righteous revenge" in front of me.
And being able to say these behaviors without changing his face is not because his psychological quality is very good, but because his soul is collapsing, and he cannot prevent the leakage of information at all.
Withdrew the index finger placed on the sentinel's forehead, the black mist began to dissipate, and the black pupils had lost focus, and with it, the soul of the weak man.
Even though he still had breath and temperature, he was already a living dead.
And when I put my index finger on the face of the other sentinel, the young face was distorted by fear, cold sweat dripped frantically, and the yellow liquid that came out of my body made me frown even more.
"Snapped!"
The ugliness of the other party made me have no intention of verifying the information, and the stench even made me lose interest in his corpse.
After a snap of his fingers, the local suffocation that extracted water and air turned the sentinel into a mummified corpse in fear, and the fatal restraint even made the common death call for strangling his neck into an extravagant hope. The only trace of resistance was Bloodstains from fingernails on the ground.
I haven't acted as an evil undead spellcaster for a long time. It seems a good thing to have no hands, but the changes behind the "companions" are very obvious.
The scattered mercenaries headed by the dwarf brothers had some ugly faces, but they were more respectful and fearful. It was one thing to understand the strength and strength, but it was another thing to be ruthless and strong.
I had the same smile on my face as before, but I was very satisfied at the bottom of my heart. At least in the short term, the negative effects of my past lack of discipline can be ignored.
For mercenaries, the powerful and cruel necromancer is not easy to fool, and my orders as an employer should be carried out.
On the other hand, Old Barton's old friend Winston looked a little ugly, and he was still fiddling with something.
"Evil necromancer? Why didn't the Light kill him?" Even without reading his lips, I could guess what he was thinking, after all, this old guy is a traditional Light believer who goes to church twice a week.
At this time, the one who reacted the most was probably Katarina. She hid behind her adoptive father with a pale face, biting her lips tightly, her eyes kept wandering, and she didn't dare to look at those horribly dead bodies. corpse.
My face didn't change, but I sighed in my heart.
"Have you made up your mind? It's a wise choice to cut off the signs directly, so that the little girl will not fall too deep."
The voice of the dead cat gloating in his ears rang in his ears, and the pure joy and malice in it were undisguised. It seemed that this dead cat was also a member of FFF.
But I shook my head.
"Don't think too much, I just use the most suitable method to obtain information. I am a necromancer now, and it is rare to use torture without necromancy?"
As for the northern trio over there, the two veterans didn't care, but Goblin Sol was hesitant. If it wasn't for the situation being too out of date, I'm afraid he would have taken out the tool manual and flipped through it as usual.
"Are we right to attack these people?"
Don't get me wrong, the red brilliance of the Conviction Art has already sentenced the two Sentinels to death, but what Sol questioned was the "truth" they stated.
Hearing this, I laughed dumbly, this Sol is too tender, let alone if there are doubts in my heart, but I accidentally asked it, and the question was still a necromancer.
"...But if all is true, they have reason to take revenge."
"Please go for your revenge. It has nothing to do with innocent villagers. Oh, you probably think that the lord is the lord's wealth, and taking his wealth is also a kind of revenge."
Thor fell into silence. It seemed that his concept also recognized the traditional view that the lords were the lord's wealth.
I also fell into contemplation. Tradition is sometimes really annoying. Even if it seems absurd and unreasonable to me, if most people agree, even the fake will become real, even if it doesn’t fit. Reason also becomes iron law.
Another potential implication of this tradition is that the aristocracy has a higher status than the commoners, and people are not equal. If I want to prove that this traditional concept is wrong, it is equivalent to declaring that equality is the truth. In the era of feudal kingship, it was almost dead.
In this cruel world swayed by wind and rain, in the world's concept, bloody revenge is a person's most basic right, but it is more legitimate than any law, just like in the cruel world of martial arts novels, the son pays the father Hatred is righteous.
The only law enforcement power needs the support of the only regime. If someone says that only the legal profession can execute the death penalty, it will only be regarded as a joke.
Proving one tradition wrong isn't a one-time thing, let alone two, so I decided to bypass "tradition" first.
"Are they guilty?"
"Yes, both indictment and testimony convict him."
"Do they deserve death?"
"Damn, not only did they carry out massacres, but they also committed crimes such as kidnapping and human trafficking, which add up to capital crimes."
"Then put them to death now. Don't interrupt me, I know you want to say they have the freedom to take revenge. But that doesn't mean they shouldn't be punished for their crimes, right?"
"Yes, but..."
"This is this, that is that, this sin and that sin are calculated separately. Since what is in front of us is right, we will have time to deal with the next one. These bandits deserve to die, so they are dead. If the lord is guilty, You can also judge him again."
Sol suddenly realized, and started excitedly... He took out his notebook and took notes.
Everyone else was very surprised that the stubborn legal practitioner could be persuaded, and even the dark elf anti-knight, who always had an indifferent face, showed a slightly surprised look.
But I was secretly complaining, looking at this little idiot, the accidental teaching addiction came up again, hoping that nothing would be seen.
"Wait, it's not quite right."
And looking at the drooling robbers who were still staring at our virtual images, I suddenly felt that something was not right.
"Huh? Quick Knives found us?"
"No, don't you think it's strange? Why do they wait here with these captives, so they are not afraid of being discovered by the lord?"
"The sentinel said just now that he wants to sell some prisoners for money. This is not a transaction that ordinary merchants can accept. There are no professional slave traders around, and there are many face-to-face transactions... In other words, they are waiting for the other side of the transaction!"
"Not only that, attacking the village will be surrounded and suppressed by the lord, but the robbers are not afraid to commit a serious crime. Since they have been sure to exchange the villagers for money from the beginning, they are likely to be hired to collect prisoners. Who is in desperate need of captives? Those who are in desperate need of sacrifices!"
"Maybe there will be clues to those cultists, no, such an important sacrifice should be taken by the senior officials of the Wande Society in person!"
When I came to an agreement with the dead cat, I looked at the robbers with greed, like a delicious fat sheep.