Chapter 85: The Great Wilderness Bandit Suppression Record (1)

A bloody incident was stopped in time.

Although Yang Dashuan slapped Robert, it made Lao Yang very upset. A dozen slaves were injured in this conflict. Although it was not fatal, they temporarily lost their labor force.

These days are the season for the harvest of rice in the third season. In this effort, Yang Dashuan felt very frustrated.

Joan of Arc called out in time, and Lao Yang also understood her thoughts.

These days, Maple Leaf Town will be in a very busy period and there is no time to conflict with these guys. If you can kill all of these guys as Yang Dashuan imagines, it might be OK. But if you really have to suffer a loss, the consequences will be unimaginable. These people are like a dog-skin plaster. After they are peeled, even if they are torn off, they will have to tear off a layer of skin.

So according to Joan of Arc's idea, he had to wait until all the rice in the farmland was harvested and all the freed, and then he could find a way to deal with them.

"Give it to you!" Joan of Arc said his own thoughts to Yang Dashuan, and then secretly took out a roll of handwritten letters from his pocket and handed them over. "You're asking Robert for this thing. When we returned to the village last night, I picked it up. "

Yang Dashuan took the hand, but didn't look at it, and threw it into the brazier. "So, let's listen to you. After all the living things in the territory are done and free up, we will calculate the accounts with them. By the way, Alice, how are those slaves injured?"

"I'm afraid I'll have to be able to do heavy work for ten days and half a month," Alice said.

"Rogue, can you not be so impulsive?" Leren couldn't help frowning. "Fortunately, Joan of Arc is here this time. If he really fights, the territory will be destroyed. Now the territory has finally developed and you have to endure everything. Although we all know that you have the Frost Dragon, you don't need it if you can. If it attracts the attention of the church, even if we have Joan of Arc, she will not be able to protect you. You will drag her into the water."

Yang Dashuan didn't say anything.

Alice looked at Yang Dashuan with a frown and couldn't help feeling distressed. "Actually, we can't blame him. If you blame him, it's that Robert. It was him who scolded me, so Roger was so angry. Not to mention me, even if Robert scolded either of you, I dare say that Roger would do the same thing."

Leren shut his mouth.

Only then did she remember the whole process and analyzed it a little. If Roger didn't do that, she wouldn't be the one she knew. Thinking of this, Leren felt a little embarrassed. "Roger, I'm talking too hard, don't care."

"There is nothing to apologize. You are for my own good. I know better than anyone else!" Yang Dashuan was very open-minded, but he kept all the accounts in Robert. Anyway, he had an idea in his mind. "What happened today is wrong, but it doesn't mean that I can let this old guy go. Although we can't do anything with him clearly, he may not be able to mess with us!"

Halfway through the words, they were interrupted.

Thad, who was wrapped in a bandage, pushed the door and came in. "Master, madam. That human is going to see you outside! Why don't we young people drive that guy out?"

Yang Dashuan stood up from the bench in a flash. Joan of Arc hurriedly pressed Lao Yang, and the latter shook his head gently. "Then let him come in."

After a while, Robert came in.

The guy's face turned into a big steamed bun, tall and short, extremely asymmetric. His eyes were also dark, like a panda from the Bemon tribe. The three little girls covered their mouths and couldn't help laughing. Robert swallowed his saliva and did not dare to have an attack.

"Mr. Robert, you are here! What's the matter with me?"

With Joan of Arc's reminder, Yang Dashuan's attitude suddenly turned 180 degrees. When he saw Robert hurriedly assigned Leren to pour water and asked Alice to move the chair. It was not until two cups of hot tea were placed on the table that Robert sat suspiciously opposite Yang Dashuan.

"I sincerely apologize to you about what happened just now. I am very ashamed of my rudeness and impulse." Yang Dashuan looked sincere.

Robert's face was flushed, and he wondered in his mind - Did this kid take the wrong medicine?

Yang Dashuan pretended that he didn't see the expression on this guy's face and just said to himself. "You are the tax collector sent by His Highness the Regent. I should welcome your arrival in the most solemn way. Please forgive my stupidity. My mind has not been very good these days."

"Not very good?" Robert chewed the word carefully and asked habitually. "Why?"

"I've been trampled on my head. Have you seen it? It was done by the Kodo giant beast in our territory." Yang Dashuan still looked serious.

The three little girls laughed so hard that they could not straighten their backs.

Robert suddenly realized that this kid was playing with him. Who dared to say that his head was harder than the hoofs of the Komodo War Behemoth? If he stepped on one hoof, even the head made of rock would explode like a watermelon. But if he looked carefully, Yang Dashuan's expression was like a serious priest and a respected elder. I wonder if he was fascinated by the undead, but Robert actually nodded.

And he looked very concerned. "Then, your highness, have your head been well?"

"Okay!" Yang Dashuan patted his chest and quickly blinked at the girls, signaling them to stay where they are cool and not to ruin their own good things.

Robert nodded with satisfaction, and felt relieved.

Who would have thought that a saint would be accompanied by a down-and-out prince? This time he came, he planned to apologize to the foolish prince, but this guy actually apologized to him in advance, so Robert couldn't speak up and said something.

The heat that covered the exquisite porcelain cup was blown away, and ripples spread out on the fragrant tea.

Robert drank tea gracefully like a real nobleman. "Your Highness, since you know that the Regent asked me to collect taxes, can you give me the tax early? Look at this place, there are mosquitoes everywhere all night, and the biting people really can't stand it. I can't imagine why a person as noble as you can stay here."

"Don't you just fart!" When Yang Dashuan heard about the tax, he couldn't help but scolded.

"What did you say?"

"You are right!" Yang Dashuan quickly started fighting. "But you also saw that my territory is no longer open. Why don't you wait?"

Yang Dashuan took out a cowhide bag from his arms and stuffed it into Robert's hand.

Robert took it in confusion, very heavy. He weighed it, but it wasn't the crisp sound of the gold coins I imagined, and his face suddenly fell down. "What is this?"

"The crystal core of the monster." Yang Dashuan laughed. "Your Excellency, you might as well wait for a few days. Let me harvest all the food in the territory and prepare it for you? If you are bored here, there are still a few beautiful girls in my territory. Do you want to give them to you?"

"This won't work!"

Robert looked painful. The alien charm of the elf girls in the territory had already made him thirsty. If he had just accepted the other party's gift openly, he would have been afraid that the soldiers who followed him would be dissatisfied. After thinking for a while, Robert said ambiguously. "Or what if you force me to do when I leave?"

"That's a matter of one sentence!" Yang Dashuan smiled and made a promise, not knowing how many times he had scolded this guy. If Robert really dared to ask him for a maid to spend the night, Old Yang would definitely throw the ogres women in his territory to him! "But the tax issue... can you submit it later?"

Robert nodded with satisfaction. Today's harvest was quite fruitful! Just a bag of crystal cores would be worth at least nearly 10,000 gold coins. "Look at what your Highness said, why is there no problem? There is still one month before the time stipulated by the Regent, so I can wait. But in a month, you can't delay any longer. Otherwise, if the Regent blames it, I will be in trouble."

Yang Dashuan nodded repeatedly.

"By the way, Lord Robert, do you do something if I have a deal?"

"Buy? What's the deal?" Robert took advantage of it, and he couldn't help but get excited when he thought of getting some oil and water from this desolate and extinct wasteland.

"There are a group of centaur robbers from my territory. These robbers usually like to capture the caravans passing by the most. I don't know how much treasure they have accumulated in their tribe. Look, this tax is 10,000 gold coins, and I will definitely not be able to collect it in a month. Otherwise, let's discuss it and encircle this centaur robber. All the treasures found belong to you, so I will waive the tax!"

Yang Dashuan said vividly.

Robert listened without missing a word, his expression became more and more excited.

As the tax collector of the Principality, Robert certainly knew how much hindrance to trade by robbers on the wastelands. Caravans reported almost every year that their convoys were captured... With so many convoys and so many years, God knows how much treasure these robbers have accumulated.

Not to mention ten thousand gold coins, I'm afraid even millions, Robert also believes it.

Although he was the confidant of the Regent, in order to gain the favor and reuse of the Regent, Robert had always made his life poor in the Principality. Seeing that he was over fifty years old, there were only seven or eight lovers. When he thought that the number of lovers of the Principal officials had a gang, Robert agreed without thinking.

"Okay, no problem! When will we start acting?" Robert was a little anxious.

"In two days, the robbers are fierce and fierce. When the slaves have harvested all the food, I will take them with me." Yang Dashuan smiled and narrowed his eyes.
Chapter completed!