vstars Chapter 298 Be honest
Chapter 298 Be honest
After beating him up, the officer called the mercenaries to a halt:
"Alright, alright, don't beat him to death. Let him go back and show the city council what happens if he dares to stop Lord John."
Although Sander, who was lying on the ground at this time, looked dying, he was very resistant to blows due to his fat body. After being beaten for such a long time, he only had bruises on his body, and there were no substantial wounds.
"you you……!"
Sander, who was lying on the ground, panted and said:
"Aren't you afraid that Lord Hoss will blame you for doing this?"
The officer scratched his ears and asked in confusion:
"Who is Hoss?"
Then he asked the mercenary next to him:
"Do you know Hoss?"
"do not know."
"So do you know Hoss?"
"I do not know either."
After asking the mercenaries, the officer kicked Sander and said:
"We don't know Hoss, please find someone we know."
Listening to this, Sander was almost pissed off by these people. He glared at them and shouted:
"Lord Hoss is the court minister of His Majesty the King of Midland. You and John dare to disobey Lord Hoss's orders, which means you are against His Majesty."
"Oh, that's an acquaintance."
The officer said nonchalantly:
"Then you can ask that Hoss to tell the king. Oh, by the way, our Lord John is also the governor chosen by the king. If there is anything, the king will personally tell my Lord, and then the Lord will send us orders."
"not to mention……"
At this point, the officer took out a stick and started beating Hoss all over the face.
"With a thing like you, how can the king support you? You even dare to use the king to threaten my master. How dare you! Let me loosen your bones today!"
This continued until John's convoy arrived to transport the goods, and the officer bypassed him and turned around to report the matter to the White Wolf Knight in charge of the convoy.
"I will tell Lord John about these things. After you have replenished your supplies, follow his orders and return to Bernas."
"Yes, my lord."
After receiving the reply, the officer walked towards the boat. After passing Sander who was lying on the ground, he did not forget to hit him with two more sticks.
Soon the news spread throughout the Basque Country. At night, whether at banquets attended by celebrities or in pubs where common people gathered, the mainstream topic was the discussion of Sander's beating.
"Did you hear? Sander was beaten up by a group of soldiers at the port."
In a crowded pub, as drinkers were toasting each other, one of them accidentally brought up this topic, which soon sparked discussion among the drinkers around him.
"Of course I know. Almost all Basque people know about this."
"I live near the port, and I can prove that I heard Xander's screams as soon as I woke up in the morning."
"But Sander was too fat. The officer had to hit him three times before he started to scream in pain."
"It wasn't that Sander screamed after being hit three times, but that the officer hit him three times in one second, and Sander couldn't scream because of the pain."
At this time, a drinker asked doubtfully:
"What are the origins of these soldiers? They even dare to beat up a congressman."
"It's definitely not from here. No one here is so bold."
"Could it be from Midland?"
"That doesn't seem right. I saw the Midlan army when Lord Hoss entered the city that day. There was no pure black armor. And although the armor was black, it looked shiny during the day. It was obvious that the quality was good."
"I know this."
A drinker dressed as a businessman nearby said:
"Before the war between Lana and Midland, I often traveled along the trade route from Basque to Monde Marsan. When I was buying goods in Monde Marsan, I saw these soldiers. They seemed to be from the Black Watch Mercenary Group."
At this time, a drinker retorted:
"What mercenary group would dare to attack Sander? Moreover, he seems to be in charge of the port's garrison and has a group of gangsters who collect various taxes and protection fees from him."
"No, no, no, this mercenary group is different."
The businessman shook his head and said:
"I read their propaganda. They have bases all over Midland, as well as in Barden, Grant and other countries. The number of people seems to have reached 30,000."
Hearing this number, everyone couldn't help but gasp. Thirty thousand people, or six standard infantry regiments of soldiers, could already be considered an army.
"Also, these mercenaries have a backer. I think his name is John. He is the Count of Midland, or the current Governor of the Southwest. He is in charge of the area north of the mountain, including Mont-de-Marsan."
"Yes, yes, yes. I seemed to hear the leader of the group of soldiers saying something about Sir John while they were fighting."
After the merchant said this, the topic of the drinkers changed from mercenaries to John.
"Who do you think has a higher rank between John and Hoss?"
"I think it should be Hoss. After all, he is from Windham and commands the 200,000 standing army of King Midland. John can't compare to him in terms of status or military strength." A drinker said confidently.
"I don't think so."
Another drinker analyzed:
"Hoss only looks strong, but that's just a lie. I once inquired about it. That Hoss is a court minister and has no fiefdom. Although the 200,000 troops under his command are a lot, they are not his own. He is not capable of commanding so many troops, otherwise he would have reached Logronia long ago."
"But John is different. Although he is an earl, his territory is much larger than that of the earl of Midland. Although he does not have as many soldiers as Hoss, he is better at commanding. Moreover, his army is strong and swift. He opened up the north and south sides of the border mountains in one day."
"In terms of official positions, John is the Governor of the Southwest, and his territory is basically not much different from that of the Lana Kingdom. Although Hoss is the commander-in-chief of Midland, he still has to negotiate with John for supplies. He can't fight and has no channels for supply. It seems that he is a useless official."
Just as everyone was busy discussing, several uninvited guests walked in from outside.
"Oh, business is good."
The leading man looked around, then walked straight to the counter, spread out his hands and said:
"Pay the money."
The boss at the counter stopped his work in confusion, leaned against the counter and looked at the gangsters and asked:
"What money? I paid this month's taxes to the city council, and I also paid you protection money. Why are you asking for money again?"
"Give money to Lord Sander for his medical treatment."
One of the thugs said pretentiously:
"Lord Sander is sick today. Every store must pay a gold coin to pay for Sander's treatment."
"What does his illness have to do with me? You guys wouldn't come up with such a stupid excuse to rob people of their money."
As soon as the tavern owner finished speaking, the drinkers next to him started to make a noise:
"What do you mean by sick? It's obvious that he was beaten up."
"Yes, and shouldn't you be the ones paying for this? Aren't you Sander's lackeys? Where were you when Sander was being beaten and screaming?"
Hearing this, the gang leader immediately got angry and yelled at the drinker next to him:
"Don't be shameless. I tell you, they just ran away fast and didn't run into us. If we can't beat those mercenaries, can I beat you?"
When the drinkers heard this and combined it with what they had done before, they immediately got angry. Under the influence of alcohol, several strong men immediately stood up, rolled up their sleeves and shouted:
"Okay, I'll beat you up until you call me grandpa today, and you won't leave this tavern!"
Suddenly, there were screams, cheers and laughter from the patrons in the tavern.