RNP Chapter 537 Try it
Chapter 537 Try it
Chapter 537 Try it
"But you are a woman, and the palace is not a brothel."
The old knight on the city wall said, making Caroline grumble inwardly, "Here we go again," "I've never heard of any woman in the court being qualified for a position."
But after becoming a formal herald, Caroline became increasingly able to control her emotions.
If a few sarcastic remarks from others can sway her mind, then it shows that she is still extremely immature.
"Now you've heard," Caroline smiled, "that I'm wearing a coat of arms, carrying the royal banner, and bearing a decree issued by the Royal Council. Sir Barlow, please cooperate with my work; it's better for both of us."
The old knight was silent for a moment, then said in a trembling voice, "What do you want us to do?"
"Pay your taxes," Caroline raised her voice. "I am collecting taxes from you on behalf of the Royal Family and the Treasury. You have been in arrears on taxes for many years."
"How much do you want?" the old gentleman asked.
"A total of 321 gold coins, but due to the royal family's leniency, we will only charge you 300."
"Three hundred gold coins?" The old knight's teeth nearly fell out. "Why don't you just kill me? Where am I supposed to get that many gold coins! You must be robbers!"
"Your territory is vast and densely populated. The 300 gold coins is based on a tax amount from a long time ago. If the investigation is reinstated, you may have to pay more."
"You greedy, lying bitch," the old knight cursed. "My lands have long been sold off. You should be taxing them instead of bothering me! All I have left is this castle and a few wheat fields, barely enough to feed my family."
"The territory belongs to the lord, and even if you sell the land, it is still your obligation to collect taxes from your subjects, even though those taxes do not belong to you."
"I'd rather not be a lord! Have you ever seen a lord without land?" The old knight's face twisted into a grimace. "You only know how to bully honest people! I am a member of the Barlow family! Our family has rendered great service to Sinclair! You cannot treat me like this."
This is what's giving Caroline the biggest headache; once they define the situation, many things become difficult to handle.
But if Caroline backs down at this moment, her mission will surely end in failure.
"This is not a matter for negotiation, Sir. If you feel wronged, you may certainly petition His Majesty for a fair trial, but for now, please make sure your taxes are paid in full!"
"Dream on! You rotten woman who's been with a thousand men," the jazz cursed.
"Sir Barlow, for the honor of your family and ancestors, please make a rational decision. I brought the army with me because I was prepared for the worst. We only have one hundred men, but they are the royal elite."
"I can hold the wall with just ten children!"
"If you retaliate, you will only invite a large army, which is an outcome neither of us wants to see."
Unexpectedly, the old knight suddenly burst into tears, crying out, "Heavens! I can't live like this! You people only know how to bully the descendants of meritorious officials!"
Ah, this is truly a deadbeat.
Just then, the city gate opened a crack.
A person dressed in full armor rode out on a skinny horse.
Diego immediately spurred his horse, blocking Caroline's path, and shouted, "Who are you?"
"I am the Earl's son, Alain Barlow, and I am here to negotiate with you on behalf of my father."
This gave Caroline a glimmer of hope for a peaceful resolution: "Come closer, Sir Alan."
Then, the sound of approaching hooves could be heard.
Once the other person was close enough, Caroline spoke: "Sir, perhaps you are not aware of the severity of the situation. I do not wish for it to worsen, and I hope you will be even more aware than your father—"
However, before Caroline could react, her opponent swung a three-headed flail, aiming straight for Caroline's face.
Fortunately, Diego acted in time, and a wall of swords unfolded in front of him, blocking the opponent's weapon.
In the blink of an eye, those densely packed longswords disappeared.
This is a martial arts technique!
Although Caroline was just an ordinary person, she had read many books about supernatural powers since she was a child.
On a theoretical level, Caroline believes she has only lost to one person.
Diego kicked the horse beneath Caroline, and the horse dragged Caroline away into the distance.
Alain Barlow wanted to chase after Caroline, but Diego had completely blocked the two of them.
Thus, a major battle ensued between Alan and Diego.
Alan loosened the reins, gripped the three-headed flail in both hands, and swung it straight at Diego's head.
Diego used the sword wall move again, but this time the flail shattered the sword wall.
The flail's hammer head came crashing down on Diego's head—
Two of the hammers missed, but the remaining one struck Diego in the forehead, denting his helmet.
Diego immediately retaliated. He loosened his grip on the hilt, but the sword did not fall. Instead, it spun in the palm of his hand.
Then he swung his arm forward, and the sword flew forward.
During flight, it splits into three.
Alan blocked one of them.
But the remaining two blows struck his waist and abdomen, and the skinny horse beneath him.
Alan fell to the ground, and hot blood seeped from his torn armor.
When Caroline looked at Diego, the sword had somehow returned to his hand.
Diego kicked his horse toward Alan, pointing the tip of his sword at him.
Just then, Caroline shouted, "Wait!"
Diego stopped what he was doing, while Caroline rode forward.
Although the helmet obscured the other person's expression, Caroline could imagine it was a defiant face.
Caroline said emotionlessly, "We are the royal army. Do you know what your actions just now represent, Sir?"
“Anyway, you’re not planning to leave our family any way out,” Alan said. “Our family has declined, but even if we perish, we should perish in the fighting.”
Hearing this, Caroline narrowed her eyes, then looked up at the city wall: "My lord, did you arrange for him to be here?"
"I know nothing about this," the old knight's voice was noticeably weaker. "He is young, and young people are always hot-blooded. Please understand, he is my only son, Herald. Please do not harm him."
"Since it wasn't your order, then it was his personal action," Caroline said calmly. "Given that there weren't any serious consequences, I'm willing to define this as a conflict with me personally. However, please don't continue to test my limits. I'll give you one day. By this time tomorrow, I'll either see gold or blood."
After saying that, Caroline glanced sideways at Alan Barlow below: "Go, Sir, I'll spare your life."
"Stop pretending to be a good person; you've never thought about us!"
"Really?" Caroline smiled. "Why don't you try opening all the windows in the castle tonight?"
The other person was taken aback: "What do you mean?"
Caroline slightly raised her chin, her tone icy: "Go ahead and try!"