The nights of early spring still have a cold air, but at this time, the tent in the village of Fold is warm and comfortable.

The warm fireplace was filled with flames, making people want to take a bench and sleep by the fire.

The interior of the house is luxuriously decorated, with a precious wolf leather on an exquisite backrest chair, and a slightly fat middle-aged man wearing a bright yellow dye striped robe, red and white leggings, and lard-tight deer-skin boots.

It can be seen from the rosy face and the oil dripping sticking to his thick beard that this guy is really good.

In front of the slightly fat man was a large oak table, with two strong militia wearing clean soft armor sitting on both sides of the table. Two sharp spears and two brand new skinned shields were placed against the wall next to it.

At this time, the three of them were drinking while playing dice games.

"It's so damn, Keynes, why are you so lucky?" The fat man in gorgeous clothes, or the tax collector Fox, looked at the militiaman Keynes on his left. Keynes smiled victoriously and brought a pile of dirty copper coins in front of him into his arms.

"One more handful, I want you to lose all your underwear!" The tax collector Fox picked up the wine pot and took a big sip. He used his oily hands to pick up a strip of meat from the plate on one side, raised his head and put it in his mouth, chewing it.

"Sir Tax Publican, I swear I have no intention of disappointing me. I just want to know that the new lord came to take over the village today and we won't go to see him. Is it a bit bad?" The militia on the right hand of the tax publican didn't seem to drink much wine and was relatively clear-headed.

"Tsk, you're not afraid, Huber," tax collector Fox sneered and took another sip of wine. "I know the new lord, the second son of the old baron, has no right to be granted this barren village. That day, the old baron was so drunk that he was so happy that he would grant him!"

"Then, we can be considered our lord at least..." Huber's voice gradually became weaker.

"Hey, Huber, I really didn't realize why you are so timid. I know that Simon, a guy who was as timid as you when he was in Dorstenburg. Even if he came to Folde, he would not be able to tame the untouchables who hated the Dorsten family to the core," the tax collector said, and picked up another strip of meat. "What's more, I am the old baron's best friend, watching Master Lange grow up. At that time, just his young boy, can he play with us?"

The tax collector Fox put the meat strips into his mouth as if he had eaten Simon himself.

"That's it, ha, what else are you worried about!" Huber and Cairns laughed, shook their heads, and picked up the dice.

"Come on, let's have another hand. You two guys really won a lot of money from me!"

The house was filled with joy, and the sound of drinking and shaking dice filled the account room again.

There was a "clang" sound.

The door of the tent was suddenly kicked open, and a gust of cold wind rushed into the house, and the three of them couldn't help but shivered.

"Who is it!"

Cairns, who was closest to the weapon by the wall, immediately got up to get the spear, but when his hand was about to reach the handle, he suddenly felt like he was hit by a running bull running at high speed, and fell hard to the back, knocking a table of wine and meat and gambling tools to the ground.

The tax collector Fox and the militiaman Huber stood up and took a step back.

At this time, with the light in the house, I could see clearly that there was a fat man holding an axe and a shield in front of me, followed by two thin young men holding a firewood axe.

Cairns staggered and got up from the ground with his waist. The fat man's shield hit the corner of the table just now, and half of his body was sore and numb.

"Who are you?? Wait, I seem to remember you, you are the follower next to Little Simon!" The tax collector squinted his eyes and looked at the fat man. After he was established in the village of Folder Village, he would personally take the village taxes to Dorstenburg every quarter, so he naturally remembers his playmates around Simon every day.

"It doesn't matter who I am, I know you're a big mess." The fat man didn't care about the arrogance of the tax collector, and looked at the tax collector as if he was looking at a dying person.

"Ha," the tax collector Fox seemed to hear a huge joke and laughed loudly, "Do you boy know who I am? I am the tax officer of the Fold Village assigned by Baron Dorsten! What are you? It would be fine if you break into our door and hurt me, but you are still talking crazy. Who do you think you are? I tell you, if you don't apologize to me today and leave three Transnier silver coins, even if Simon himself comes, the matter will not be over!"

"Are you talking about me? Honorable Lord Fox!" As the sneer came, Simon walked in from the door of the tent. Then, the village chief also came in, staring at the tax collector coldly in the darkness.

At this time, the tax collector Fox noticed that there were torches everywhere outside the house. When he looked closely, he found that there were villagers with resentment on his face.

"Oh, Sir Simon, I was just feeling a little uncomfortable today and didn't have time to see you. Do you need to give me such a rough meeting gift? Humph, don't forget that I am..." The tax collector's face was in a state of gloomy and gloomy.

"Of course I know," Simon waved his hand and interrupted the tax collector's words. "So what if my father and brother know? Do you think you can still act as a blessing under their banner? Do you think they know what you do and can still keep you at ease? Do you think everyone is still in the dark, and don't know the things you do that are both angry with the gods?"

At this time, a slight sweat began to seep from the tax collector's head.

"Haha, Sir Simon, I don't understand what you are talking about." The tax collector tried to calm down. But Huber behind him was so scared that his legs were slamming.

"Ahh, are you pretending to be stupid?" The village chief spoke at this time, "Tax collector Fox, militia Huber, Cairns, everyone already knows your dirty behavior of embezzling public food!"

The tax collector Fox was still calm at this time, but Huber and Cairns both had their faces turned pale. This kind of thing was revealed, and it was not as simple as branding the face.

They recalled a murderer executed by Dorstenburg last year. The poor guy was first hanged, then ruthlessly cut off his head by the executioner, the body was divided into five pieces and finally fed to pigs.

The two knew that they were finished. They were not a nobleman. If they committed such a serious crime, they would definitely be like the murderer who would wait for their own consequences.

"I'll do it, I'll do it. Please show mercy to Master Simon!" Huber said with a sad face and made a move to kneel down.

At this time, the change suddenly broke out. The tax collector Fox quickly pulled out the dagger from his waist and stabbed it in from the kneeling Huber. Huber watched in disbelief as Fox pulled out the dagger from his neck, and red blood kept gushing out of his mouth, but he couldn't say a word.

Just when the tax collector Fox was about to stab the dagger towards Cairns who was stunned, the fat man rushed forward with a steadfast, knocked Fox to the ground with his shield, and the two wrestled together.

Simon, the village chief and two young men who had been standing behind hurriedly stepped forward to help control Fox, and a large number of villagers also flocked into the house.

Cairns, who was on the side, realized and sat dumbly on the ground.

He couldn't believe that he had served the tax collectors loyally, but he almost ended up as miserable as Huber.

"Damn it, let me go!" The tax collector was completely controlled at this time, his eyes were red and there was extremely madness in his eyes.

A villager found a long straw rope and everyone worked together to tie the tax collector tightly.

"A clever trick is to kill the two witnesses. At that time, the Baron only explains that they offend and humiliate you, and punish you for a few days. The matter will be over. Then, even if you are beaten to death, you will not admit that you have embezzled the cart of life-saving food, or you may lie that you have been bandits on the way, confusing right and wrong, and maybe you can really be confused." Simon said slowly as he looked at the tax collector who was beaten with blood in front of him.

There is no way. In this era when lords are law and justice, lords mainly rely on individual subjectiveness to handle cases.

Because this tax collector has the blood of a noble family and has a good relationship with his brother and father, even if Simon himself and the whole village testify that the tax collector was intentionally murdering, his father would not be able to severely punish him. The most likely he would be to punish him. At this time, two of the three parties involved in the embezzlement of life-saving food had died. The tax collector killed him again and was robbed on the road. Most of the time, he would not have anything to do. At most, he was suspicious of the baron and could not be so blatant in the future.

The tax collector Fox is a nobleman and will definitely not be severely tortured. However, the two militiamen with soft mouths may not be able to control their mouths after experiencing severe torture and forced confessions.
Chapter completed!