Chapter 30 Robbery of Military Salary [1]

Thirty kilometers away from Ilmen Lake, the city owner of Simsk City has just sent away several captains who escorted the soldiers of the Western Legion. As soon as he wiped away the cold sweat, Basayev, the deputy commander of the Western Legion, turned back and took some food in Simsk City randomly before leaving.

"Wow! The wolf who doesn't have enough to feed, son of a bitch, will fall into my hands one day. I want you to look good!" The city owner is an authentic Ilmen Laker, with thick arms and a short figure. He looks a little like a dwarf warrior. However, the curly beard is like a baked failed cookie. The rough nose and red rosacea make the lord feel more bulliful and tough. Standing behind him are the submissive officials of Simsk City. These men wearing leather armor and wearing short and thick clothes in them seem to be prostitutes who have been cut off, with sharp throats and pinching. With small steps, he leaned over and whispered flattery to the lord of the city, "These rough soldiers really don't have the aristocratic demeanor. It's really rude for adults to greet them like this, but they still eat and take it."

When these people speak, their voices are like ducks that have been scalded by boiling water, which is unpleasant and disgusting, but they are loyal and flattering, and they also know how to say two useful words here for the sake of raising money for the city owner. But obviously, this time, the horse was patted wrongly and on the horse's leg.

"Get out of here! If you don't talk, no one will treat you as a mute!" He stared at a pair of eyes fiercely, like a bear coming out of the ravine. When he stared at people, he was always so shocked and afraid. Just now, he was scared by a group of big soldiers. The place that the western army must pass by was really as big as an ox. In today's empire, it is becoming more and more unstable. A few days ago, a brave horse thief passed through the city of Simsk in such a vast way. Those people, shaking two big horse whips, one hanging on their waist and the other pinching in their hands, screamed like wolves, swept through the surrounding villages, and disappeared without a trace. I heard that those guys are all a group of thieves composed of idle West Slavs, looking for some useless egg places, looting randomly, and then disappearing without a trace.

Simsk City was targeted, and the lord of the city happened to be a bastard without eggs. Now a group of thieves has sprung up like bamboo shoots, which is really annoying. In the end, the lord of the city roared, "Roar! Grab it! It's good to grab it cleanly. I just don't want to do the position of the city owner. Although I donated a sum of money, I went to the east to buy a village and enjoy the happiness. He has been the owner of the city for almost nine years. In the first two years, he was still safe and did some things that were acceptable. People in this land can more or less eat, drink and salvage some household households from Ilmen Lake. The nobles of fresh live fish and shrimp here like it. In the past, if it was sold well, it could even sell three boats and two boats. Waiting for the stewellers of fresh shrimp and live fish to queue up to discharge, it can be one or two kilometers long. In order to compete for a leading position, and even be able to fight, such a scene was popular for two or three years. After the bastard city owner showed his fang nature, it was naturally a mess. What's more, over the years, many serious and good officials have been suppressed. Even the nobles with some confidence can speak. Because of this relationship, those who have been stuffed with money or given gifts naturally stop talking. So the days that got worse were even more sad.

In the meanest days, the tax of the stripping is even worth a hundred and seventy-five. The rest is not enough to maintain the cost at all. As a result, there are fewer and fewer people fishing for shrimps, so that in the next three or five years, there will be fewer and fewer fishermen subsidized by civilians, and now they are even more extinct. But I didn't expect that this conscienceless city lord was also a tricky bastard. He used his tricks, and no one expected to make a sunshade.

One of his distant cousins is actually a person and can do some business. The mind was also lively, so he pulled some diligent people from the east and made the fishery sound of Ilmen Lake on this side, as if this lake was their family. The surname of the lord of this city is also an inheritance of the prestige of his ancestor Ivanov. It's just such a means that people hate it so much. This Mr. Ivanov is simply a big bastard. It's enough to eat people without spitting bones. It was completely about to force people on the way to death. The deputy commander of the Western Legion, Basayev, blackmailed him, which was also a bad breath for the Simsk people here. It's a pity that such days have to continue. And the business of the city owner is also getting bigger and bigger.

I heard that the lord of the city also has something to do with the senior officials of the Ivanov family who come and go between the countries. The name of the city owner is Asholi. Ivanov is an authentic member of the Ivanov family in the east. Although he is not a lowly person born as a concubine, he has not inherited any good family property. After wandering for so many years, he is just a border defense city owner. He is still a weak egg. He is always humiliated, and the more no one pays attention to him.

But after hearing that his distant cousin came, the business here was getting bigger and bigger, and even came and went with the Normans. Mink, bear skin, venison, medicinal herbs, these are all specialties of Simsk. Originally, it was the only livelihood of the mountain peasant hunters here. Now, almost all the owners of Simsk are tossing there alone, while the civilians can only raise some cattle and sheep in captivity and plant a few acres of land to barely make a living. Because only in this way can we not pay high taxes. Almost all the taxes in this city go to the pockets of officials and nobles. Every year, a generous red envelope will be paid to the auditors of financial officials. The least is 10,000 gold coins, and the most is 80,000. No, it varies from person to person, but over time, four or five years have given His Majesty Nicholas I an impression that the city of Simske is a poor marginal city.

As a result, the annual relief fund can also receive 28,000 gold rubles. It is said to maintain the basic expenditure and operation of the city, and give subsidies to officials. His Majesty did not know that the city was naturally poor, but the officials lived an unusually prosperous life. Even if Simsk City is a small official guarding the gate, he has to feed at least six or seven women, and they are not bad-looking. No one can deny that the poorer the place is, the more it can nourish this abhorrent corruption. But Lord Ashelli also knew that he was grateful. He knew that the reason why he could make a qualitative leap was that four years ago, a distant cousin came here from the current Norman Grand Duchy of the Kingdom of Estonia in the west, and then he developed like a boiling magic flame.

His wealth has accumulated to a terrible number. Of course, only he and his cousin know all this. Because he divided all his property into several parts and stored it in the Slavic bank under the control of the Ivanov family.

And the name of his distant cousin is Riole. Ivanov. The man was originally the stewer of Ivanov's big bank in the city of Tamsalu of the Grand Duchy of Norman. Now, he stays next to Ilmen Lake and builds a super-large manor, which is naturally the people who are said to have come from the honest Ivanov family in the east. However, these people are tall, energetic and always full of energy. Presumably, the Lord of the city of Asheli, who is a human-headed pig, has not found this.

Of course, if he finds out, then the bastard city owner will not even have the courage to talk back after being insulted by the deputy commander of Basayev. You know, the position level of a city owner is two levels higher than that of a deputy army commander.

"Go! Go and tell Lord Riol, my dear cousin, I'm afraid he's busy making dried fish now. I really don't know what to do with that kind of thing. Salted fish can't be eaten as a meal. The lord of Asheri urged his men loudly, and then the lackeys quickly dispersed, listening to the words of the Lord of Asheri in their ears, "Go and tell my cousin that those damn Western Legions have left Simsk City and let him rest assured to return to the city. Always live in the village of Ilmen Lake. What does it look like? Is this also a person with status? It's too embarrassing for me."

The servants and servants walked very fast, and the horse team also pulled some daily necessities. The family from the east of the village actually spent a lot of money on food. The food consumed every day is a little surprising, but no one in the city of Simsk is suspicious, and even the lord of the city of Ashali osts off with great interest, "See? These are the people of the Ivanov family, strong, powerful and energetic. It's not like the lazy people in the countryside of Simsk, who only complain about the low wages and the work is too tiring. Is there really such a good thing in the world that you can easily get a golden ruble for a day? Humph! What a shameless group of bad guys. I will never hire such shameless bastards again! If you use it again, do you still want to live this day?

He scolded like a shrew, as if to vent his hatred humiliated by Deputy Commander Basayev. After chattering for a long time, he turned around and looked at the people who had been yawning for a long time. Then he felt a little ashamed and left resentfully. Feeling uncomfortable again, he turned his head and whispered to a group of lackeys, "Bastard!"

After scolding, he left happily, like a winning rooster, holding his head high and taking steps to make people shake their heads.

"Sir, some people in the city outside the door said that they came to send a message. Several people are waiting there, waiting for you to go out to talk. The old stewul at the porter came in, came to the back yard, knocked on the doorknob, and reported the matter. He did not boldly open the door, but waited for the anger inside to be much less, and then stood quietly and waited.

Such respect and caution are also admirable. The person in the door coughed and said, "Okay, I know, just say I'll come out right away." The person inside had a thick and low voice. After a while, the door creaked and opened from the inside. A thick fat man came out, who turned out to be Rio. Ivanov, a treacherous businessman. He wears a sable hat on his head. Although it is late autumn, this area near Ilmen Lake is still a little cold. Blowing on the big bald head, there were bursts of tingling. I put on a hat before I could gradually adapt.

"I know." The stewor returned to the porter's room. After informing him, he took out a few trivial gold rubles from his arms. The gold coins flashed and shook people's eyes, and the steweller handed them to these errand men. Then he slowly said, "I'll see the master later and speak selectively. Our master is not like the lord of the city who likes to listen to flattery, you know?

Although the stewor's eyes drooped and seemed to want to close his eyes and sleep, he exposed the joints on his arms and creaked, making such a stir-fried soybean-like sound. No matter how ignorant these errand men are, they also know that the middle-aged people in front of them must be very horrible strong people like the legion commanders in the western legion. The deputy commander of Basayev killed the beloved horse of the lord of the city with one fist. The horrible scene at that time was extremely impressive. It can be imagined that the guy in front of him did not look more uncomfortable than hitting a horse.

And the exposed arm is full of earthworm-like scars, which are crissscrossed and extremely horrible. It can be imagined that such a guy must be extremely ferocious and bloody when thinking about the original battle scene. Moreover, this person's restrained breath made these runners feel that it was absolutely the same as the crazy bear in the valley.

However, it is obvious that the explosive bear can't be as powerful as those strong people. Think of Tiger. House was able to knock down the black bear with his bare hands. Although the girl of Count Tamsalu's family at that time was really devastating, it also showed a problem, that is, no matter what kind of inhuman creature, it is impossible to be an opponent of human beings.

"I understand! Totally understand! We are quite clear about the big stewor. When the master comes later, we just say that there is absolutely no word of those soup and watery words. He nodded and bowed his waist, like a puppy, shaking his head and body, lest the person opposite him would hold the gold coins in his hand and no longer give them to them. When the golden ruble was divided into one by one, these people's eyes narrowed into a line, and their hearts were happy, as if nothing was important.

When the stewor saw their appearance, he snorted coldly in his heart, half-closed his eyes, stood at the door of the door, and stopped talking. After a minute or two, he listened to the trivial and light steps. It was obviously Rio. Ivanov has arrived. His village is quite in the style of a tauren residential area outside Tamsalu City. These things are naturally Tiger. The rare things created by Grand Duke House. But Ivanov has a habit of behavior that people can't understand. What's more, the profiteer watched at a glance how the Big Three rose like a rocket. At the beginning, the intricate forces in Tamsalu City were killed randomly by three bastards who could be said to be stunned, and unified the world in this way.

It is really beyond the imagination of many people, and when Riole reported this information to the head of the family, the Presbyterian Association's judgment was that such a person should be won.

Of course, no one thought of Tiger. The House Big Three is not only a rocket, but also a very thick and strong rocket launcher, which was so fierce that Rio did not expect it at all. When the Ivanov family wants to intervene in the city of Tamsalu to control Tiger. When House's three bitches reached the intended purpose of agency, Hao Ran found that the abilities of these three bastards had been extraordinary to a certain extent, and they were so horrible that they had reached the point of destroying the country.

"What's the matter? Hurry up and say it." Riol held a silver thermos in his hand, which contained warm rum. And it's a golden rum with a mellow taste. In such a slightly chilly late autumn, it is most able to warm up and raise his eyelids, as if he is unwilling to pay attention to these subordinates who came from Simsk City, but he still stood up patiently and looked at them arrogantly with the posture of the superior.

These humble runners are just people who make a living under the door of the city of Ashali. Naturally, they can't care about self-esteem. What's more, in such an age, if you have to take care of your face, you don't have to live well at all. The leader was obviously lively and smart. He laughed and waisted, took off the hat on his head and put it on his chest. He lowered his head and bent his back. Then he said, "The lord of the city asked us to tell the master that the team of the Western Legion has left the city of Simsk. The lord asked us to tell the master that we can go back now. I went to live in the city. There is no bastard sergeant of the Western Legion in the city now.

This guy was really concise and said quickly. When Riol heard his words, his eyes suddenly lit up and he said in his heart: Leave the main city of Simsk? The main city is 30 kilometers away from here, but the surrounding towns are close, only five or six kilometers. It seems that it came from here on the edge of the town.

Riol guessed well. The damn deputy commander Basayev ran to the nearby town and blocked the owner of Asheri. After humiliation, he let 500 soldiers carry away half of the food in the town. The lord of Asheri was shocked and angry, but there was nothing he could do. In the face of such a rude and unreasonable guy, the villain has his own villain.

"It seems that... this is good news." Riole said faintly with a smile on his face. I don't know whether it means that the escort team of the Western Legion has left the city of Simske or can return to the city to live.