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Chapter 15 Greedy Merchants

After hearing Knight Thorin's questioning of Mills, Xia Mingyu breathed a sigh of relief and signaled Berg with his eyes to quickly hide in the crowd to prevent the hunter label on his head from being seen.

He could sense that although Knight Thorin appeared cold and stern on the outside, he was actually sympathetic to the villagers of Fruit Basket Village, or rather, he did not want to hand over the coins that were paid as taxes.

"He who makes the claim must provide the evidence." This is a principle that has been applicable from ancient times to the present.

As long as Mills had no evidence to prove that the tax money was his stolen money, the matter would undoubtedly be uncovered.

"This" Mills looked embarrassed.

"Sir Knight, what if I can't prove it?"

"Then leave my lord's territory immediately. Considering your job title, I will not hold you responsible for delaying tax collection." Knight Thorin said coldly.

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

Upon hearing this, Milton beat his chest in anger, but a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes.

"Sir Knight, please check the tax you collected to see if it has a tiny scratch on the back, just like this copper sol of mine!"

After venting his inner desire to perform, Mills took out a copper thor from his arms and handed it to Knight Thorin, saying confidently.

Every truly outstanding Clay merchant would make his own unique label on his coin, even if it was just a copper sol, just like the experience mentioned in the classic "Diary of a Franconian Merchant" written by the Clay sage and great merchant Franken.

The sage's coin was stolen by a hateful thief, but both the lord and the knight stood on the thief's side. In the end, the sage relied on his unique mark to prove that he was the owner of the coin, successfully got the coin back and punished the ugly thief.

Money does not recognize people, but the coins of the Clay people do. - Franken
Knight Thorin took the copper thor and examined it carefully, and indeed found an almost imperceptible, tiny scratch on the back of the coin.

Seeing this, his brows furrowed tightly.

"You, bring me the purse." Knight Thorin ordered.

The attendants quickly moved the bags of money they had confiscated from the carriage to the knight.

Thorin reached into his purse and pulled out a handful of coins, examining them carefully.

This one has scratches, this one also has scratches, and this one doesn't.
After a moment, Knight Thorin fell silent.

After his observation, he found that the backs of more than half of the coins in the purse had scratches consistent with the copper sol provided by Mills.

This means that it is very likely that these taxes were indeed snatched away from the other party by the villagers of this village.

Deep down, he didn't want to cause trouble in the territory, nor did he like this Clay merchant named Mills, especially since his job was the notorious profession of a liar.

But lying is the privilege of merchants, not knights.

"Most of these taxes are indeed your stolen coins."

After a moment's silence, Knight Thorin suddenly spoke.

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of the surrounding villagers instantly became panic-stricken.

Some villagers wanted to clarify that this was a reward from a noble prince, but were covered their mouths by the surrounding villagers.

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

In this cruel world, letting a farmer wander is undoubtedly tantamount to sentencing him to death.

Xia Mingyu, who had been watching this scene from the crowd, was so shocked that he almost stood up. He had never imagined that someone would be so idle as to mark a copper coin.

However, from the perspective of a profiteer, this guy is quite qualified.

There are so many heroes in the world, just like the carp swimming across the river!

For some reason, these words suddenly flashed through Xia Mingyu's mind.

"Hahaha, I said these coins are mine!"

Mills laughed out loud, then couldn't wait to stretch out his hands to take out the coins from his purse.

Swish!
With a flash of cold light, Knight Thorin drew his sword and stopped Mills.

"Sir Knight, what are you doing?"

The merchant was frightened by the gleaming sword and took several steps back, his expression filled with shock and uncertainty.

"Since your coins have been stolen, go ask the person who stole your money for them!" Knight Thorin said calmly.

"This is the tax I, as a knight, collect for my lord. If you dare to peek at it, then be prepared to face my sword."

"Don't worry, it's fast enough to give the enemy a painless death." Knight Thorin flicked the sword lightly with his fingers, and the sword body immediately made a crisp sword sound.

Feeling the other party's undisguised cold murderous intent, Mills' face instantly turned ugly.

He realized that even if he proved that the coin was his, he would not be able to get it back.

Because they have already been paid as "taxes", Thorin, as a knight, would never return the "taxes" to him because that would undermine his duties.

"Damn it, damn it, this bastard knight has no sense of morality at all. How can I make up for my losses now?" Mills cursed madly in his heart.

“How can these poor farmers pay me back? Unless they sell…”

Thinking of this, a gleam of light suddenly flashed in Mills' eyes.

The farmer does not have money, but the farmer is not necessarily worthless. Moreover, there are more than just farmers in this village.
He vaguely remembered that the villain who shot arrows at him had the profession protection above his head as a hunter.

Mills quickly looked around at the crowd, his gaze moving across the frightened faces like a fishing net.

Unfortunately, Berg had already bent down and hidden in the crowd under the hint of Xia Mingyu's eyes, so Mills' search ended in vain.

"Aside from being a farmer, there are still farmers. Could it be that the hunter is hired by them?"

Mills thought angrily that with Knight Thorin here, he couldn't sell all the villagers here as slaves, but taking only a few farmers might not be enough to cover the travel expenses to the slave capital!

At this moment, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a girl in the crowd out of the corner of his eye, and then he could no longer take his eyes off her, staring at her like a jackal.

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

Her golden hair fell on her shoulders like a waterfall, and every strand seemed to be kissed by the sun, shimmering with a soft luster.

Her deep blue eyes, like a clear sky reflected in a lake, seemed to see through people's hearts, yet they were filled with purity and innocence.

Although she was only wearing a rough linen coat, the slightly exposed snow-white skin and rose-like delicate lips were still enough to make any man salivate.

(End of this chapter)