Section 3: Captain of the Guard ()

With the help of the dwarf Rued, Schwab took off his heavy armor and exposed his white shirt. The cuffs were beaten by him. The guards and bald men looked at the nobles in front of him inexplicably, acting like little hooligans.

"What do you want?" The bald man thought Schwab would yell in vain like the previous noble novice white-faced men, but now he saw the intention of the adult in front of him.

"Don't you dare to fight alone."

"Sir, please forgive me, but your current behavior does not match your identity." The old man in gray robe said to Schwab humbly, but Schwab could see that there was a mockery in his eyes that seemed to say, "Young man, you will be beaten to call him mom."

"Hmph, what's wrong, are you a soft-boyed girl?" Schwab ignored the old man in gray robe and tried to imitate the lines that irritated the other party in the American drama he had watched before. Sure enough, the European and American cursing skills were too poor. The bald man was angry by Schwab's words. His eyes almost burst into anger, his nose was fluttering, his hands were holding tightly, his whole body was tight like a bull about to attack.

"Be careful, Otto, he is a nobleman." The old man in gray robe carefully retreated to a safe distance while warning his companions.

"Oh." Bald Otto roared like thunder on the ground, then rushed towards Schwab with a fierce momentum, and Schwab also roared. The two of them instantly stirred together like two beasts. Bald Otto's thick arms rose up and swung his fists, and slammed Schwab's head, but Schwab pinched his fists in his hand. With a slight force, he heard Otto's fists clattering. His face turned red like a cooked lobster, and Schwab's other hand wrapped around his thick waist. With a fierce force, he actually lifted the man with a hundred or ten kilograms up.

"Oh, God." The people around looked at the scene in front of them in amazement. To be honest, Shiwab was not thin, but he was much smaller than bald Otto. However, in people's eyes, this thin noble master hidden in his body, which was a divine power.

Schwab held Bald Otto on his shoulder and turned it around for a few times. Bald Otto shouted like a woman in vain. Schwab had to throw him out. There was a loud noise that hit the ground and debris. Bald Otto was thrown lightly. He lay on the ground for a long time and couldn't find North, but a few kind guards staggered him up.

"Bring him here." Schwab was leisurely tidying up his cuffs and said to the guards. At this time, people's eyes were filled with awe. The guards had to come to Schwab with bald Otto. Bald Otto raised his head down. Schwab saw that there was no intention of admitting defeat in his eyes. Sure enough, he suddenly pushed the guard's hands away and grabbed Schwab's shoulders, as if he wanted to push Schwab down. But Schwab squatted and did not move at all, and grabbed his arm and threw it back. Bald Otto was thrown into trouble and could never stand up again. If he had not crossed the first ten Schwabs, he would not be his opponent, but because of the power of nine oxen and two tigers given by miracles, he could not be able to fight against him.

"How is it, are you here?" Schwab said to Otto, who was lying on his back, his eyes scattered and he shook his head with a heavy breath.

"Haha, good master, see who dares to fight against the master." The dwarf Ruode shouted happily, and people quietly lowered their heads to express their obedience to the strong.

"Okay, the performance is over, please continue to eat, come and clean up and take care of Otto." Schwab did not want to be enemies with the people in the castle, because from today on this will be his home.

The dinner ended in silence. To be honest, these foods were really bad. Schwab, who had half-cooked meat, felt uncomfortable in her stomach. Schwab sat on a chair and put the tripod on the table, and found a relatively hard fiber to pick her teeth. Although the people around him were very dissatisfied with Schwab's arrogant appearance, they were afraid of his strength and kept silent.

"Hey, you, yes, you're wearing gray clothes." Just as everyone finished eating what they had on their plates and was about to leave, Schwab called the old man in gray robe.

"What are the instructions, respected lord?" The old man stood respectfully in front of Schwab. Schwab looked at the old man's bare head and a circle of gray hair around his head. It seemed that in his memory, this was the hair style of a monk. There is another saying in the movie called St. Peter's style.

"Are you a monk?" Schwab asked curiously. It seemed that these charlatans were quite awesome in the Middle Ages. Although Schwab had the power of the King of Western Chu, he was not a god after all. In order not to be found, he put his feet down and adjusted his attitude. After all, he wanted to survive in this world.

"Yes, sir." The old man lowered his head even lower. The monk didn't understand why the nobleman in front of him was so polite to him. The power he showed just now was enough to win people's fear. The monk prayed for the tyrant that was about to usher in Mark Fort.

"What's your name? What do I call it?" Schwabk asked politely.

"Just call me Lauke."

"Ah, Mr. Lauke, I am not familiar with the place here. Can you please take me around?" Schwab stood up and said enthusiastically, hugging Old Lauke's shoulder, and Old Lauke was flattered.

"Of course, Lord, this is my honor. It is my honor to be able to serve a brave Lord like you." Old Lauke showed a flattering smile on his rosy face and was walked out by Schwab.

Schwab, who had just arrived here, was a little excited to see his castle. Old Laugh took him around the castle. They had completed the transition from the wall to the tower in a short while. Reality shattered his dream. In Schwab's impression, the castle should be very magnificent, and his castle was at best a high tower surrounded by stone walls, and there were some buildings like wooden sheds in the stone walls. The only remarkable place was the stable. The stable was constructed by a mix of stone and wooden railings. The horses were well cared for in it, although it was just a few lame horses that were about to grow old and hair removal.

"Oh, my mother, this is not as good as a house." Schwab felt extremely frustrated. It seemed that drinking wine and eating lamb chops, he had nothing to do to exploit foreigners' comfortable life. He was so poor, but he was not as good as the countryside in his previous life.

"Sir, do you still want to turn around?" Old Lauke saw that his emotions seemed to be out of control, and quickly asked carefully.

“There is still somewhere that hasn’t been transferred.”

"There is only the cash cellar and the kitchen."

"Oh? Money cellar? Isn't it just a place to put money?" A golden light appeared in Schwab's eyes, piles of gold coins seemed to be waiting for my review. "What are you waiting for? Go quickly."

"Yes, Lord."

"I completely think this is a very strong money cellar, comparable to a safe." Schwab looked at the money cellar made of stone and said with emotion. The door of this money cellar could only accommodate an adult in and out. As soon as he entered, there was an iron gate guarding it. A guard wearing a short leather jacket quickly opened the door from the inside. A cellar of about 70 square meters was displayed in front of him. But the problem was that there was nothing on the ground except some dry straws that were moisture-proof and two squeaking mice. This was an empty money cellar. Oh, he was about to collapse, Schwab was about to cry without tears.

"Where is the money in it?" Schwab shook Old Lauke like crazy. Old Lauke was grabbed by his hands like iron pliers, and his head swayed like a bell.

"Sir, Sir." With the help of the guards, Lao Lauke finally got rid of Schwab's control. "The money was already used up in your ex-past castle owner, for the sake of war and for the cost of living."

"So, I won an empty shell." In Schwab's memory, no, it should be Faroud Von Schwab's memory, the guy who was gambling with him clearly said that there were several boxes of silver coins in the castle.

"I'm sorry, Lord." Old Lauke said cautiously, holding his hands together and holding them in front of his chest, "so your exes are eager to take action on this castle."

"Then, we always have income. Otherwise, what will so many people eat?" Schwab asked quickly when he thought of a question.

"This is all thanks to your gift. My lord, in fact, so many people can't consume much. You have to buy at least two trucks of food in a week. Of course, you don't need to be so pessimistic. As long as you can last until next spring, the villagers around you will pay us food."

"Why can't I ask them to pay now?"

"Because your ex has collected their taxes for three consecutive years before leaving, if you collect them, the villagers will ask other lords for help and leave you."
Chapter completed!