Chapter 15

After hearing Knight Solin's question to Mills, Xia Mingyu relaxed slightly and signaled Boge to hide in the crowd quickly to prevent the hunter label above his head from being seen.

He could perceive that this Knight Solin, who was cold on the surface, was actually leaning toward the villagers of Fruit Basket Village, or rather, didn't want to hand over the money paid as tax.

"Whoever claims, whoever provides evidence." This is a principle that has been common from ancient times to the present.

As long as Mills had no evidence to prove that the tax money was the money robbed from him, then this matter would undoubtedly be revealed.

"This..." Mills looked embarrassed.

"Knight lord, what should I do if I can't prove it?"

"Then leave my lord's territory immediately; seeing that you are a professional, I won't pursue your responsibility for delaying tax work." Knight Solin said coldly.

"The supreme Creator, open your eyes and see, how cruel this world is to your people!"

Hearing this, Mills suddenly beat his chest and stamped his feet with grief, but a trace of cunning flashed in his eyes.

"Knight lord, please check the tax money you received; is it the same as my copper Sol, with a subtle scratch on the back!"

After venting his performance desire, Mills took out a copper Sol from his arms and handed it to Knight Solin, full of confidence.

Every truly excellent Simon Kelai merchant would make his own unique label on his coins, even if it was just a copper Sol, just like the experience mentioned in the handed-down classic "Franken's Traveling Diary" written by the Simon Kelai sage and great merchant Franken.

That sage's coins were stolen by hateful thieves, but whether it was the lord or the knight, they all stood on the side of the thieves; finally, the sage relied on his unique mark to prove that he was the owner of the coins, successfully took back the coins, and punished the ugly thieves.

Coins don't recognize people, but Simon Kelai people's coins do. — Franken

Knight Solin took the copper Sol and examined it carefully, and sure enough, he found a scratch that was almost imperceptible and tiny on the back of the copper coin.

Seeing this, his brows were tightly wrinkled.

"You, bring the money bag to me." Knight Solin ordered.

The attendants soon moved the money bag from the carriage to the knight.

Solin reached out and grabbed a handful of coins from the money bag, observing carefully.

This coin has a scratch, this one also has a scratch, this one doesn't...

A moment later, Knight Solin fell into silence.

After his observation, more than half of the coins in this money bag had scratches consistent with the copper Sol provided by Mills.

This meant that these taxes were indeed likely robbed from the other party by the villagers in this village.

From his heart, he didn't want trouble in the territory, nor did he like this Simon Kelai traveling merchant named Mills, especially since his profession was the notorious liar merchant.

But lying is the privilege of merchants, not the privilege of knights.

"These taxes are indeed mostly the coins robbed from you."

After a moment of silence, Knight Solin suddenly opened his mouth.

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the surrounding villagers instantly became panicked and uneasy.

Some villagers wanted to open their mouths to clarify that this was a reward given to them by a noble prince, but they were fiercely covered by the surrounding villagers.

Because before this, village chief Robert had already ordered that His Highness did not want to leak his identity, so once anyone dared to say any information about His Highness, the whole family would be driven out of the village to wander!

In this cruel world, letting a farmer wander was undoubtedly equivalent to sentencing him to death.

And Xia Mingyu, who had been watching this scene in the crowd, was so shocked that he almost stood up.

He never thought that there would really be someone so idle that they would even make a mark on a copper coin.

However, from the perspective of a treacherous merchant, this guy was quite qualified.

Heroes in the world are like crucian carp crossing the river, how many there are!

Inexplicably, this sentence flashed in Xia Mingyu's mind.

"Hahaha, I said these coins were mine!"

Mills laughed loudly, and then couldn't wait to reach out his hands to take the coins from the money bag.

Swish!

A cold light flashed, and Knight Solin drew his long sword, stopping Mills.

"Knight lord, you are..."

The merchant was scared back several steps by the flashing long sword, his expression uncertain.

"Your coins were robbed, so go ask the person who robbed your money!" Knight Solin said calmly.

"This is the tax I collected for my lord as a knight; if you dare to covet them, then be prepared to face my sword."

"Rest assured, it is very fast, enough to give the enemy a painless death." Knight Solin gently flicked the sword hilt, and the sword body immediately made a crisp sword sound.

Feeling the icy murderous intent undisguised on the other party, Mills's face turned very ugly.

He realized that even if he proved that the coins were his, he couldn't take them back.

Because they had already been handed over as "taxes", Knight Solin, as a knight, could never return the "taxes" to him, because that would damage his duty.

"Damn it, damn it, this bastard knight, doesn't talk about morality at all; how should my loss be compensated?" Mills cursed wildly in his heart.

"How can these poor-to-death farmers have money to pay me back! Unless they sell..."

Thinking of this, a trace of essence flashed in Mills's eyes.

Farmers indeed have no money, but farmers are not necessarily not valuable, not to mention that there is more than just farmers in this village...

He vaguely remembered that the villain who shot arrows at him a few days ago had a hunter professional Blessing above his head.

Mills quickly looked around the crowd, his gaze flowing like a fishing net before each panicked face.

Unfortunately, Boge, under Xia Mingyu's eye hint, had long bent down and hidden in the crowd, so Mills's search ended in failure.

"Besides farmers, it's farmers; is that hunter hired by them?"

Mills thought angrily; with Knight Solin here, he couldn't sell all the villagers here as slaves, but just taking away a few farmers might not even be enough for the travel expenses to the slave capital!

Just at this moment, his peripheral vision suddenly caught a girl in the crowd, and then he couldn't move his eyes away, staring at the other party like a jackal.

"What a beautiful girl!" Mills couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Her golden hair hung on her shoulders like a waterfall, every strand of hair seemed to have been kissed by the sun, shining with a soft luster.

Deep blue eyes, like the clear sky reflected on the lake, seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, but were filled with purity and innocence.

Although she only wore a rough linen tunic, the fair skin and rose-like delicate lips that were slightly exposed were enough to make any man drool.

(End of chapter)