The Knight's Journey to the Empire

As soon as Henry took Corbett away, Gubellini came out of the side hall with Sir Jacques.

It turned out that they had all been in the side hall, silently watching Corbitt kneeling and begging for mercy.

Soran looked directly at Sir Jacques, his eyes filled with anger.

When Sir Jacques saw Soran's gaze and remembered what he said yesterday, he couldn't help but feel frightened.

"So...So...Baron...Soran, good...morning!" Sir Jacques' mouth trembled as he spoke.

"Good morning, Sir Jacques! How was your last night? Did you sleep well?" Soran greeted him with pretended concern.

But in Sir Jacques's eyes, his hypocritical smile was a dagger hidden behind his smile, and his voice sounded like the devil's whisper.

But what can I do? I am still in his hands!

Does Sir Jacques dare to say that he didn’t sleep well?

"Good, good... I slept well. Thank you Baron for your concern!"

In the early hours of the morning, when people are sleeping soundly.

Suddenly, someone kicks your door open with a ferocious look, then points a long sword that is flashing with cold light at you, and tells you to cooperate obediently, and he won't stab you with the sword.

Will you sleep well?

Sir Jacques was almost scared to death!

He thought he was going to die!

"Sir Jacques, a whole night has passed. What do you think? And you have seen what happened to Corbitt just now. How do you feel?" Soran still maintained a faint smile, as if he had everything under control.

"What are you considering? I don't know, Baron, you'd better let me go quickly. I have to go back and report to His Royal Highness the Prince!" Sir Jacques was trying to be stubborn.

He knew Soran would not kill him.

Because if Sauron killed him, he would get into trouble himself, and that would not be worth it.

Jacques was also clear about the unspoken rules of this circle.

“Sir Jacques, you are really not honest at all! Even at this point, you are still being stubborn!” Soran glanced at him and sneered.

"Baron Soran, I don't know what you are talking about! But do you know what it is to imprison a noble at will? I can sue you in the House of Nobles in Ganise County!"

"Besides, I am His Royal Highness's man!" Sir Jacques seemed a little timid.

Although he was proud of his status as a subordinate of His Royal Highness the Prince, he was also afraid that Soran, who came from a country bumpkin, would mess around.

"Jacques, do you think you have me in your hands? Do you think I dare not kill you?" A hint of coldness flashed in Soran's eyes.

Sir Jacques took a step back in fear, but still said stubbornly: "Baron Soran, you can't kill me. I am a nobleman and I belong to His Royal Highness the Prince. You can't kill me!"

"Okay, Sir Jacques, I won't waste my words on you. I really won't kill you!"

"But you did embezzle my property. I think the other nobles won't mind if I torture you!"

The other nobles really wouldn't have any objections, because this didn't touch their bottom line.

The meaning of nobility itself is selfish, and Jacques's behavior has infringed on Soran's interests, so naturally the other nobles can't say much about it.

"As for you being His Royal Highness's man? Haha! I have already investigated your background thoroughly."

"How did you, the tax officer employed by the former head of the lord, get re-elected? I think I can use the same method to make sure His Royal Highness will never know about you!"

There was a loud "bang".

Sir Jacques' last straw was broken.

His body suddenly went limp and fell to the ground, all his strength gone.

"Jacques, listen carefully, my money is not so easy to take!"

"Now I give you two choices: Either you write a letter and ask your family to pay money to redeem you; or I torture you to the point where you would rather die than live, and then ask your family to redeem you!"

"I'm going to see your choice tomorrow, understand?"

Then, regardless of whether Sir Jacques heard it clearly or not, Soran prepared to clear the place.

"Gubellini, drag him away."

Because Soren just received the news that Henry returned with Corbett.

Henry walked in front with his head held high and a smile on his face.

Behind him were two men, who were holding Corbett.

Behind them were two people, carrying a heavy box.

As soon as Corbett saw Baron Soran, he immediately knelt down and kowtowed and begged: "Master, please let me go! I will give you all these gold coins, please spare my life, I beg you!"

"How many gold coins are there in here?" Soran ignored Corbitt and asked Henry instead.

"Master, I don't know. I just opened it and took a look. I didn't count them." Henry answered loudly with a firm look.

Soran looked at him appreciatively and nodded with satisfaction.

Then he walked straight over and opened the box.

This box was much larger than the one that Corbitt had delivered yesterday, and it was filled with glittering gold coins for most of the box.

It's glittering and lovely.

According to a rough estimate, there are at least more than one thousand to nearly two thousand.

In fact, Henry also found two boxes of coins from Cobbett's house in the morning.

But those were copper and silver coins, which added up to less than five hundred gold coins.

Considering Corbett's personality and character, Soran concluded that Corbett must have some hidden stash of cash, so he asked Henry to continue the search.

Um~

Judging from the remaining soil on the box, this guy Kobitt really buried the money in the soil.

No wonder we couldn't find it after searching his entire family.

This old Bidden is hiding it quite well.

“Mayor Corbett, this money is not enough to buy your life! You must know that you have committed the serious crime of deceiving the nobles!” Soran planned to continue to deceive him to see if he had any other hidden treasury.

"Master, please spare my life! This is all my savings. I don't have any more money!"

"Please, sir, please be kind and let me go. If you let me go, all the money will be yours!" Kobitt begged for mercy loudly, crying out loud and sobbing.

Soran remained unmoved and continued to blackmail for a while. When he saw that he could not get any more money out of him, he said to Henry, "Keep him down and find someone to keep a close eye on him. We will have to hold a trial on him tomorrow to establish our authority!"

What do you mean if I let you go, the money will be mine?

Nonsense, even if I kill you, the money will be mine too!

Soran was very happy!

"No, sir, please spare my life. I can still borrow money. I will borrow money to sell my life. Please let me go! Master..." Cobit climbed up and hugged Sauron's thigh.

Begging! Wailing! Screaming!

Soran kicked him away.

Kopitar rolled over and over and moved five meters away!

Henry quickly ordered Corbett to be taken away.

Then Soran asked the two guards carrying the boxes to follow him!

If you have money, you must count it first and then put it all into the warehouse.

And counting money is Sauron's favorite job!

Along the way, Soran couldn't help humming a song: Today is a good day...