Otherworldly Lord

Cali, the border city of the Qisa Kingdom, is the territory of Karawi, the eldest son of King Qiza.Adjacent to Sabison and Obi Kingdom.This is a small city with a population of less than [-], but its annual tax revenue accounts for one-eighth of the commercial tax revenue of the Qisa Kingdom.

Obi and Sabison have been fighting for years, and more and more nobles are forced to shrink their territories. If you can't provoke them, you can always hide, right?It is much better to lose the territory than to be punctual and punctual every year to make friends and neighbors.

Today, the small town of Kari, Prince Karavi's, is the closest border city between the two countries.

Caravans traveling between countries, every time they transport their goods to Obi and Sabison, they must stop in the small town of Cali in Chisa on the way.Otherwise, you can only sleep in the wild, waiting for the wild beast to knock on the door in the middle of the night.

The large number of caravans brought huge taxes to the small city of Cary.

The lord of Kari, Prince Karavi, insisted, "Kari is Qisa's territory, and I will never give up an inch for any reason! The people living in Kari don't need to worry, you will get the God of Light. Your favor, the protection of the kingdom's army!"

Karawi only fulfilled half of the promise, because the favor of the God of Light is not up to him.There is, however, an army of 5000 troops currently stationed in Cali.

People who are kept in the dark will think that Karawi is a good young man who loves the country and the people. In fact, there are only two reasons for him to do so.

One is that the Qisa Kingdom and Anris have been fighting for years. War is a money-burning machine. They need Cary's tax revenue to enrich the treasury and arm the army.

The second is Karavi, the lord of Kari, who does not actually live in Kari, but lives in the palace of the capital of the kingdom.The person who manages the small city of Cali is the government official sent by the kingdom.

Karawi's real idea is that officials can be reappointed after they die, and citizens can also migrate from other territories.Caravans will always come back as long as Kari is around.Human life is really nothing compared to the gold coins you get from the card every year.

I have to say that this idea is very embarrassing, not ordinary embarrassment.

Song Mo's goal is the border city of Qisa, Cali.

"Is this the big business you're talking about?" Tu Luo, the man with the scar, was lying on the grass next to Song Mo, looking towards Cali City, "It's not that easy to start here."

"I know." Song Mo nodded, "However, there are challenges and rewards. If you succeed, you can get much more than cleaning up on the battlefield!"

The man with the scar was silent for a while, and then said: "Your people, including my subordinates, are less than 60 people. Do you know how many troops there are in Kari? Five thousand! We are not enough people sew."

"How did you know?"

"Cali is the wealthiest border city nearby. Do you think I have never thought of this place?"

Song Mo rubbed his chin. It was good news that the man with the scar was so familiar with Kari. "Kari's garrison has five thousand troops. Then what?"

Song Mo, who wanted to get more information from Tu Luo, the man with the scar, was doomed to be disappointed.

"And then? No more."

"..."

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You only found out that there are [-] garrisons here, and you dare to claim that you had a plan for Cary?"

The muscles on the scarred man's face trembled for a while, driving the two scars, making him look even more ferocious, "I know there are five thousand troops here, if you don't hurry, why do you want to ask?"

"Sure enough, this is an IQ problem." Song Mo patted his forehead.

"What did you say?!"

"Brother Tuluo, you are a bandit, a bandit!" Song Mo pointed at the man with the scar on his nose, "Have you ever heard of a bandit gang that would go head-to-head with the regular army? If the bandit gang can develop to a fight with the Kingdom army, If you don't fall behind, why are you still a robber?"

"..."

"If you want to be the most successful robber, you have to follow a rule. If you have the conditions, you have to do it, and if you don't have the conditions, you have to do it! Robbery depends not only on the muscles, but also on the brain. Do you understand the brain?!"

After hearing Song Mo's words, the man with the scar began to suspect that maybe he really had a problem with IQ?

Song Mo broke away the scarred man's hand holding his collar, patted the scarred man's shoulder, and said earnestly: "If you make mistakes, you must correct them. If you correct them, you will still be a good comrade."

The man with the scar nodded subconsciously, he was still immersed in the sadness that his IQ was below the average level.

Song Mo didn't care about Tu Luo, anyway, these guys were also pulled by him to embolden and bluff others.He summoned Harold, whispered a few words in his ear, Harold hesitated, nodded, and left the hiding place with another monk.

The man with the scar just raised his head, saw the backs of the two people, and asked, "What are they going to do? What if they are caught?"

Song Mo sighed deeply, "Brother Tuluo, you won't understand even if I tell you, this is not something you can understand with your IQ."

Turo: "..."

Harold and the monks who followed him took off their leather armor before leaving, and inside the cloak was a monk's uniform of the Church of Illuminati.They walked to a place two or three hundred meters away from the city gate and waited by the side of the road.After a while, a medium-sized caravan appeared, fully loaded with goods, and looking at the direction it was heading, it was undoubtedly Kari.Harold and the monk immediately got up and walked towards the caravan.

After some conversation, Harold and the monk successfully boarded the caravan leader's carriage.No caravan would refuse the help of two monks of the Church. Compared with the kings and nobles who disliked the Church no matter what, these merchants still had a good impression of the Church of Light.

"Thank you very much. Without your help, we might be in big trouble. Your kindness will be blessed by the God of Light." In the carriage, Harold sat in the business hall like a magic stick. Opposite the team leader, he was very polite.As a trainee bishop, his ability to deceive people, like his medical skills, should not be underestimated.It's just that in front of Song Mo, it's difficult to use this kind of expertise.

If you want to compare the ability of deceiving Lord Greeland, I am afraid that only the Archbishop himself will be able to see it.

"You really shame me for saying that." The leader of the caravan is a middle-aged man in his 40s, as fat as a round ball, with eleven gold rings on his ten fingers. Harold will rely on his firmest will Only in this way can I let myself take my eyes off his fingers, instead of jumping up and directly rolling them down and putting them into my arms.

Since taking several ideological education classes taught by Song Mo, the thoughts of Harold and several monks have undergone earth-shaking changes.Girls are still to be grabbed, and excitement is also to be found. Gold has become another noble pursuit of these former church people.

The leader of the caravan is a devout believer of the Church of Light. Harold and the monk performed perfectly. He will not have any doubts about these two church members who claimed that they were "separated from other monks due to a sudden war" .

In fact, Harold and the monk are indeed church members, but they need to add a prefix.

"Don't worry, tonight, please rest in Cali City with my caravan. Tomorrow, I will personally escort you and this monk."

"Thank you so much!"

"You are too polite. As a devout believer, this is what I should do."

Harold nodded with a smile, sat in the carriage, and entered Cali City with ease.

The man with the scar stared at all this dumbfounded, Song Mo raised his chin, "This is wisdom, learn it, brother."

"..."

After nightfall, Song Mo and the man with the scar took advantage of the darkness and carefully walked through an open field.There was no trouble along the way.

Obi and Sabison's troops came to fight the autumn wind, mostly during the day.Soldiers who have been stationed in Cali for more than a year know this truth.

The laxness of the soldiers created convenience for Song Mo and others.

Standing under the city gate, Song Mo patted his frozen face, signaling the robbers to keep quiet and wait until midnight before starting to move.

Looking up at the flickering torches above the city wall, Song Mo grinned. A world without searchlights and flares is really wonderful.

It's the cold wind blowing, it's not so good.

The soldiers on the city wall had already changed two shifts. Song Mo estimated the time, and when the third shift changed, there was a strange sound on the top of the city wall.After a moment of silence, a meow came, followed by another.Song Mo quickly replied, and after a while, the city gate in front of him opened a gap that was only big enough for one person to pass through.

Harold and the monk, dressed in the armor of the Cali garrison, appeared in front of Song Mo.

"My lord, come with me."

Song Mo nodded, and then told a group of people behind him, "Sneak into the city, don't shoot people, do you understand?"

"understand!"

"Shh, be quiet!"

Ten people were left to meet outside the city, and others filed in through the city gate. Harold led Song Mo to the residence of the political officer.With three hours until the next shift, they had to hurry.

"Lord, this is the residence of the political officer." Harold brought Song Mo and others to a three-story building in the center of the city.The guard guarding the gate was drowsy leaning on the spear, and without Song Mo's hands, Turo's men easily dealt with him.

Knocked out, gagged, tied hands and feet, flung the corner of the wall, neatly.

To Song Mo's surprise, Tu Luo and the others had no intention of killing him from the very beginning.Song Mo's surprised gaze made Tu Luo feel uncomfortable, and he bared his teeth at Song Mo. The two hideous scars on his face made him look even more terrifying under the dim moonlight.

Leaving a few people standing guard outside, a group of people went straight through the gate and walked towards the mansion.

Harold was clearly familiar with the interior of the building, all too familiar.

"My lord, I was also present when the owner of the caravan visited the administrative officer during the day. What's more, do you think that I have robbed girls so many times before, and they were all for nothing?"

Song Mo blinked.

"Any building, as long as I walk in the door, I can roughly guess the structure inside the building."

Harold was very proud of his ability.

Song Mo was a little speechless. This guy definitely chose the wrong profession. He shouldn't be a monk, but an architect.

It was very late at night, and the whole building was silent.A group of people followed Harold to the second floor. Harold pointed to a bedroom door and said to Song Mo: "This is the consul's room." It is the tax collector sent to Cali by the Qisa Kingdom."

"The tax collector?"

"The tax collector."

"How do you know this?"

"The maid of the lord's mansion cannot keep her mouth shut to a monk with a kind smile and handsome appearance."

"..."

However, since the tax officer hasn't left yet, and this year's taxes must not have been handed in for Cary, Song Mo rubbed his hands in joy. He's rich, now he's rich!

Maifa, the consul of Cali, slept restlessly, always feeling that a dozen rapacious beasts were drooling around him.Waking up suddenly, he saw a big man with green eyes surrounded by his bed.

Just as he was about to scream, a big man gagged his mouth with a cloth, and the smell that entered his nose reminded the political officer that these were socks that had been taken off last night and hadn't been taken away by the maid...