Heir to the Kingdom of 1.4 billion people

Chapter 18: Mr. Xia is kind-hearted, so let's send him to the slave city.
"Be bold!"

Seeing that Mills' dirty hands were about to touch the tip of Xia Mingyu's shoes, Knight Thorin, who had been kneeling on one knee on the ground, finally couldn't help it.

Swish!
The powerful physical strength brought by his appointment as a super knight allowed Knight Thorin to cross a distance of more than ten meters in an instant and rush behind Mills, subduing the greedy businessman and pinning him to the ground.

Because his actions as a knight to maintain public order were legitimate, Mills's ability to protect the merchant class was not activated.

"Your Highness, do you need me to kill this rude man who offended you?"

Knight Thorin held the struggling Mills' neck with one hand, and took the fine steel sword handed to him by his follower with the other hand, and said murderously.

"Wait a moment, Mr. Knight, before that, I think I need to explain to you the whole story." Xia Mingyu said calmly.

"Your Highness, it is an honor to listen to your sacred voice. I will listen attentively."

Just like a clown's face-changing magic trick, the cold murderous intent on Knight Thorin's face was instantly replaced by a beaming smile, and even the wrinkles on his face bloomed like flowers.

"Some time ago, this Clay merchant paid a considerable deposit and swore to the gods that he would come again when the red fruit harvest came, on the condition that the villagers would reject other merchants." Xia Mingyu said slowly.

After a while.

"I see!"

Knight Thorin suddenly realized.

He finally understood why this noble prince would degrade himself to robbing a businessman.

It turns out that Mills was willing to break his oath to God just to make money. Even for the Clay people, this was too cruel!
Wait, Knight Thorin's expression suddenly turned ugly.

He seemed to understand why several villages were unable to pay taxes this year, and they all happened to be villages that mainly produced fruits.

"You bastard, you're really a qualified Clay man!"

Knight Thorin held Mills' neck tightly, veins popping out on his face, and he gritted his teeth.

Looking at the other person's face which was flushed red due to difficulty breathing, murderous intent boiled in his heart. If he had not been concerned about the noble prince in front of him, he would have used his sword to make several holes in Mills' body.

"Your Highness, with just the command from you, I will immediately kill this greedy and unscrupulous businessman who disrespects both God and you. I promise that his death will not be too quick."

Knight Thorin said seriously.

He had learned some tricks from the executioners in the territory. He only needed to insert the needle into some non-lethal parts of the body to cause the victim to suffer and bleed to death.

"Please, please spare me, Your Highness! I'm willing to give you all my coins. I still have two gold sols on the bottom of my shoes!"

Mills pleaded incoherently.

He has not yet realized his dream of becoming a wealthy businessman like the Franconia sage, nor has he defeated his brothers to inherit the huge fortune left by their father. He does not want to die in obscurity!
Looking at this scene, Xia Mingyu fell into deep thought.

He knew that Mills' life was completely in his hands. As long as he gave the order, this proud knight would take the other's life without hesitation.

Killing may be satisfying, but how could he, a new socialist youth and a college student shouldering the responsibilities of the new era, do such a cruel thing?

Xia Mingyu smiled slightly.

"Mr. Knight, there's an old saying in my hometown: 'Repay kindness with kindness, and complain with justice.'"

"Since Mills doesn't want to take my life, I won't take his life either." Xia Mingyu said softly.

As soon as these words were spoken, Mills was ecstatic, while Knight Thorin frowned slightly, thinking that this prince seemed a little too kind.

If it were his lord, he would have stabbed several bloody holes with his sword long ago.

"So, please help me send him to the slave capital." Xia Mingyu said slowly. Mills: "???"

The smile on his face froze instantly, and there was a hint of awe in Knight Thorin's eyes when he looked at Xia Mingyu.

No matter when or who they are, people with a strong desire for revenge are most likely to gain the respect of those around them, even if it comes from fear.

"No, no, I don't want to be sold into slavery!"

"Kill me, please kill me!"

Mills cried and wailed. He had investigated the slave market in the capital in order to make money, so he naturally knew what kind of miserable life the slaves there led. It was no exaggeration to say that it was hell.

Especially after visiting the collection of a slave trader of the same tribe, he, who was usually brave, felt so nauseous that he vomited for several days after returning home and couldn't eat.

His wails sounded so miserable, yet the crowd watching here were all villagers who had been harmed by him and almost lost their wives and children.

Therefore, no matter how miserable his plea was, all he received were the villagers' hateful looks, and some even threw rotten red fruits at him.

In full view of the crowd, Mills had his hands and feet tied, a rag stuffed into his mouth, and was thrown onto the carriage.

"Your Highness, please tell me your name. It won't be long before my lord, Viscount Hughes, comes to see you in person."

After everything was done, Knight Thorin and his followers knelt on one knee in front of Xia Mingyu and said respectfully.

"Xia Mingyu." Xia Mingyu said calmly.

"May the gods bless you, Your Highness Mingyu."

Knight Thorin drew a circle on the wolf head on his breastplate with a pious look on his face, then stood up, mounted his horse and left with his followers.

Da da da.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, accompanied by a burst of rapid horse neighing, the knight's figure gradually disappeared in the distance.

At the same time, the village was in an uproar.

"Your Highness, may the gods bless you!"

"Your Highness, thank you for your kindness. Please accept the wreath I have woven for you."

"Your Highness, thank you for punishing that damned Clay merchant. My husband was so angry about being deceived by him that he lost his mind and fell to his death while picking red fruits. Thank you!"

The villagers who had survived the tax crisis surrounded Xia Mingyu, cheering and expressing their gratitude.

"Berg, you damn bastard, come here!"

At this moment, the roar of the village chief Robert woke everyone up like a thunder.

He stared at Berg angrily with a ferocious expression, and the frosty hair on his head seemed to be about to explode.

"Yes Yes!"

Berg had never seen the village chief so angry, so he immediately trotted over to Robert.

"Asshole, how dare you leak His Highness's information! Have you forgotten the agreement between the village and His Highness?"

Robert slapped Berg hard in the face, and the boy's slightly immature face became red and swollen on the spot.

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