I have a shelter

Johannes' knights were very efficient. Not long after they left, they brought back a team of fully armed warriors, two carriages full of goods, and more than a dozen empty carriages.

The decorations of those soldiers were not much different from those of the knights, except that the color of the battle robes was gray, and the patterns were slightly less. But from their every move and the momentum on their bodies. It can definitely be seen that this is a group of people who have experienced hundreds of battles.

Obviously, the dozen people "White Robe Temple" are the leaders of the Knights, and those warriors are ordinary Templars.

After seeing the group of people coming, the lords secretly exchanged glances, and the atmosphere became more solemn.

Look at the people on the opposite side, and then look at the group of soldiers around him who are sweating even when holding their weapons. Look at the two carriages on the opposite side, and then look at the many goods on his side.

They feel that this thing can never be considered a fair transaction!

The trading rules set by the various lords have been completely broken in this situation. Moreover, it was ridiculous!

Because no matter where it was, no matter who was fair, it would probably be the same outcome!

"How do we divide it?" "We shouldn't have come." "There will never be a second time, just these two carriages"

According to the demand they put forward at that time, it was 800 bushels of food - almost 22 tons of wheat. If they saved some, it could feed a thousand soldiers for more than a month. Add to that their autumn harvest, so even if the autumn planting was greatly reduced due to the interference of monsters, it would be enough to last until next autumn.

They had seen the two carriages, which were indeed very large. But even if they were fully loaded with food, at most there would be 200 bushels of wheat (more than 7,000 liters, after removing the weeds and sand that might be deliberately mixed in, it was almost 4 tons of food).

This was far from the 800 bushels they needed

"I've seen your list." Martin's pleasant voice interrupted the lords' whispering. He glanced at the carts in the hands of the militiamen and laborers, nodded and said, "But I have to check them again."

After that, he waved his hand and asked his soldiers to count them.

Such behavior is no different from robbery. However, no one in this group of people raised any objections. No one even asked for someone to check the goods on the other side.

Seeing that those people with ugly faces did not make a sound, Martin seemed very satisfied. He patrolled in front of these people again and again, like patrolling a group of lambs to be slaughtered. Until he saw these people avoiding his gaze, all lowered their heads, and completely succumbed to his tyranny, he raised his whip and asked someone to bring the carriage over!

"Very good, you are all very obedient. This has won you a chance to survive." Martin loudly repeated what the bishop had said to him: "Remember, this is the gift from the bishop - these things were originally not necessary to exchange for you. Be grateful to the bishop!"

The extremely arrogant expression, imitated vividly, made the lords feel extremely humiliated. Some people even couldn't help but want to raise their weapons, but in the end, they let go of their hands in the sweat on their hands.

As the hands loosened, their bodies were drained of all their strength.

But when the two carriages came over and the canvas of the carriages was opened, the feelings they had in their hearts disappeared completely.

And suddenly understood what Martin meant by that sentence.

There were not two carts of food, but actually only one cart of food. And it was not particularly full.

But the other cart was full of weapons!

The arrows, spear heads, sword blades and other things were of very good quality. As long as they were added with wooden handles, they were all excellent weapons. There were as many as three or four hundred in total!

The lords stared at these weapons in amazement. Some of them were so excited that they couldn't help but walk up and pick up one to check. They found that although they were not as good as those in the hands of the Templar Knights, they were not much different from the ordinary weapons in the hands of some knights!

There was a chaotic sound of ding-dong, and a lord grabbed the weapon he had just tried, raised his head and said to his companions: "It's a bit brittle, but very hard and sharp! Although it can't be called a sword, it is definitely a good weapon!"

"It's different from the things made by the blacksmiths in my territory!" "It's definitely not produced in the Black Pearl Valley." "Where did you bring it from, sir?"

Martin sneered at the guy who asked the question, and his eyes that could speak revealed three words

"Countryman. '

However, at this moment, these three words did not look so dazzling in the eyes of the lords.

As for the lord who spoke, after seeing the mocking expression of the Templar Master in front of him, he couldn't help blushing - these things might be weapons discarded by the Knights, or things used by the affiliated soldiers!

They did understand what Martin meant - these knights could have exchanged for other things, but they took out these weapons.

"Sir Martin, these things are indeed what we urgently need, but isn't the price a bit too high?" Baron Gavi couldn't help but whispered, looking a little hesitant.

Indeed, they brought more than a hundred cartloads of things this time. Those large carriages could hold more than twenty vehicles. Although the weapons in half of the vehicles are valuable, this ratio is too exaggerated!

Moreover, in the previous transaction, 4 silver foxes and 1 laborer were also agreed upon - there are two hundred here, although they are all 'waste' who cannot pick up weapons. But the agreement didn't specify that it wanted people who could hold weapons.

I saw that the expressions of these knights had not changed much, and the terrifyingly tall knight was minding his own business, eating black sausage in the distance. The other lords finally couldn't help but interrupt:

"Sir, can we exchange some of the things for food?" "Many people are already starving to death." "Some people have been cannibalistic in the past few days." "Look at those poor refugees."

In fact, these guys are crying about poverty. Because although they don't have much food anymore, it is enough to last until the autumn planting and harvest. Of course, this winter may indeed be difficult.

But what these people said was indeed a bit pitiful.

Martin did not answer their words, but instead looked at the refugees, and Aji was leading his soldiers to check the physical condition of these people: "Baron Garvey, who brought these people? "

"Sir Martin. These are the people in my territory. Although they are a little weaker, they can still work as long as they can stutter." The words spoken by Baron Garvey were not shameless at all. If it were in peacetime, selling these people as serfs could indeed be exchanged for money. But now I am afraid that even if it is given to others for free, no one will accept it.

But he seemed to have forgotten this kind of thing, and there was no hesitation in his mouth. After finishing speaking, he stared at Martin with burning eyes. It seemed that it didn't matter whether these people could trade normally. What he wanted to wait for was what Martin said.

Thanks to ‘A Name with 10,000 Points’ for the tip!