Mount & Blade: Pendor Becomes a Dominator Starting with the Creation of a Self-Established Knigh

Chapter 89 Doctor Sam!

Deep in the backstreets of the city's lower district, a damp, sour smell mixed with cheap ale permeated the brothel.

A glass of cloudy ale was placed on the wooden table in front of Terry.

"Everything has a price! Name your price, Manager Terry."

The Red Brotherhood member sitting opposite repeated it again.

He was wearing a coarse linen blouse with the collar open, revealing a hideous knife scar on his chest.

The scar gleamed a dark red in the dim firelight, like a lurking centipede.

The man's fingers tapped unconsciously on the rough wooden table, each tap feeling like a blow to Terry's heart.

As the castle's steward, Terry was always a man of absolute authority in the eyes of the common people.

But now, standing before this Red Brotherhood outlaw, he felt a tightness in his throat, his breath caught in his throat, and he dared not utter a sound.

He knew better than anyone that these desperate criminals had killed more people than he had slept with women! These people could truly take his life!

"Fifty dinars!"

"The target is a servant inside the lord's main castle! A nobody, he must be dealt with tonight!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man opposite him suddenly sneered, his laughter filled with undisguised contempt.

"Our branch's rule is that even the assassination of a nameless slave or a homeless person on the street starts at one hundred dinars!"

"We'll have to make a move tonight—this guy is too tough for you to handle, isn't he? Is he the lord's personal attendant?"

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"Would you rather spend fifty dinars to buy a human life, or the life of the lord's squire?"

"Manager Terry, are you kidding me?"

The man's voice suddenly lowered, carrying a hint of cold danger.

Terry's face instantly turned ashen.

He instinctively clenched the money pouch in his pocket. In the past, he had always been extravagant when issuing bounties. Since it was all the lord's money he was spending, he not only didn't feel bad about it, but he could also make a lot of money off it.

This time, however, he had to take every single silver coin from his own private stash!

Terry gritted his teeth. "He's just an ordinary servant—I'll add another seventy dinars!"

One hundred and twenty dinars—that's the highest price I can offer!

"Five hundred silver dinars."

The man had no intention of haggling with him and simply quoted the price in a flat tone.

"What?!"

Terry gasped in shock.

Five hundred dinars?! Are you crazy?!

Five hundred silver dinars!

This is no small sum.

He was a manager in the lord's manor. If he hadn't used his status and various shady means to make money, he wouldn't have been able to save this much money even if he worked frugally for five years!

Over the years, his own savings amounted to only a few thousand dinars!

I finally managed to make a windfall of several hundred dinars a while ago by taking advantage of the bounty deductions —

This means he's going to lose a significant portion of his wealth; how could he not feel the pain?

The man remained seated, his face expressionless. "Director Terry, when the Red Brotherhood intervenes, it's almost impossible for them to fail!"

"Once we accept the mission, even if the target hides in a secret chamber of the lord's mansion, as long as the price is right, we can still take his head!"

Terry opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but was silenced by a cold look from the man.

He knew that once the Red Brotherhood made its offer, there was almost no room for negotiation.

You either accept it, or you leave, or it's even possible that—

"But he's just an ordinary study servant!" Terry's voice was filled with resentment. "And I've already lured him to the lower city, where it would be a piece of cake for you to take action. He's not worth five hundred dinars at all!"

The man remained silent for a moment, seemingly considering his words.

Just as a glimmer of hope flickered in Terry's heart, the man slowly spoke: "Now that you've lured them into the lower city, it makes things easier for us to make our move—"

"The price remains five hundred dinars, not a penny less!"

"But I can grant you one additional inquiry, one worth no more than two hundred silver dinars!"

Terry was stunned; he had never expected the other party to make such a demand.

He carefully considered his options; he knew he had to resolve the matter today.

Two hundred dinars of intelligence, while not as cost-effective as a direct commission reduction, is better than nothing.

A piece of valuable intelligence might bring him unexpected gains!

Finally, he gritted his teeth, hardened his heart, and said, "Fine, I accept!"

"But I didn't bring enough money today; I only have fifty dinars on me!"

"It's okay."

The man shrugged nonchalantly: "Pay whatever you brought. Since they're already in the lower city, we can make our move first!"

Terry looked up in surprise; he had assumed these people would demand full payment before they would take any action.

Terry asked doubtfully, "Aren't you afraid I'll default on the final payment?"

Upon hearing this, the man's lips curled into a mocking smile.

He leaned down slightly, getting close to Terry, and said, word by word, "Don't be afraid!"

No one in the world dares to blatantly default on payments owed to the Red Brotherhood.

Those who dared to do that are already dead.

Terry shuddered violently, a chill running down his spine, making him shiver involuntarily.

He stopped talking and silently counted out fifty silver dinars from his purse and placed them on the table.

The man fiddled with the silver coins on the table with his fingers, and after confirming that the number was correct, he swept them all into his money bag.

"Sir Terry, we will be coming to collect the remaining payment tomorrow. Please prepare accordingly!"

"Now, you can tell me the information you want to know."

"I will only answer one intelligence question. If your question exceeds the value of two hundred dinars, you will lose this opportunity."

"Think carefully about what information is most valuable to you, and which also costs no more than two hundred dinars!"

His tone was calm, yet it conveyed an undeniable professionalism.

Terry fell into deep thought, his mind racing, a series of ideas flashing through his head.

The first person he thought of was that girl named Aino!

That damned bitch dared to extort a thousand silver dinars from him!

Once he's dealt with the servant in the study, he'll make her pay a heavy price!

Now that he has suffered heavy losses, he urgently needs funds to replenish his depleted savings, and Aino happens to have a thousand dinars on hand!

Terry realized that Aino was a member of the "Mercenary Group of Broken Amber Village"!

That mercenary group from Broken Amber Village is the real target!

The mercenaries were equipped with high-quality weapons and armor seized from pirates.

If we could get our hands on that batch of weapons and equipment and sell them in the big cities on the west coast, we could get at least four or five thousand dinars!

Thinking of this, Terry's breathing quickened, and a greedy glint appeared in his eyes.

Unbelievable windfall!

He would be willing to pay any amount, not just the 500 dinar commission, but another 500 dinars, as long as he could get his hands on the weapons.

The problem now is how he should ask questions to get the information he wants without exceeding the value of two hundred dinars.

Asking too many detailed questions would exceed the scope of their value; asking too many general questions would be of no value to him.

Terry frowned, carefully considering his words.

After a long while, he finally raised his head, looked at the man opposite him, and slowly said, "You should know."

I want to know, what are the members of that mercenary squad from Broken Amber Village stationed outside the city?

Terry wanted to know if this suddenly appearing mercenary group had any powerful backing.

If so, he naturally wouldn't dare to act rashly;

If not, but just a group of refugees from a destroyed village, he could even try to pull some strings and get his hands on the equipment.

Upon hearing this, the man raised an eyebrow, seemingly somewhat surprised that he would ask such a question.

He pondered for a moment before speaking, "According to its members, the three leaders of the Broken Amber Village mercenary group are most likely from Mertenheim and have experience in blacksmithing."

"Of the other ordinary members, 40% are from Broken Amber Village and 60% are from Gonde Village!"

"That's all?" Terry asked, somewhat incredulously.

That's all.

The man nodded. "This is the information you bought for two hundred dinars."

Terry was taken aback at first, then a thoughtful look appeared on his face.

A Mertenheimer? A blacksmith?

Those Mertenheimers are like rootless duckweed on this continent!

Whenever they go out, they all boast that they can forge iron and that their skills are extraordinary.

In reality, most of them were just ordinary mercenaries, not worth mentioning at all.

As for the other ordinary members, they all came from two villages that had been plundered by pirates!

It seems this mercenary group doesn't really have any powerful backing, which is good news.

Terry stood up and said to the man, "Very good! It's a pleasure doing business with you!"

I hope you can get started soon; I'm waiting for your good news.

Watching Terry's hurried departure, the Red Brotherhood man's mockery deepened.

He picked up the glass of ale that Terry hadn't touched and drank it all in one gulp.

"What a self-important idiot," he muttered under his breath.

In fact, the members of their Red Brotherhood had already noticed this mercenary squad.

From the moment they first appeared in the lower city with their excellent pirate gear, the members of the Red Brotherhood developed a strong interest in them.

As the investigation deepened, the intelligence they obtained became increasingly shocking.

According to the proud descriptions of the mercenaries who went to the brothels run by the Brotherhood to find girls, this seemingly unremarkable mercenary squad had already ambushed two pirate squads!

They even launched a night raid on a pirate camp of more than thirty men!

Judging from the large amount of standard pirate equipment they were equipped with, this intelligence was highly credible!

This is simply unbelievable!

It should be noted that the pirates were all well-equipped and had formidable fighting capabilities, far superior to ordinary petty thieves and bandits.

Even ordinary bandits and outlaws who robbed and plundered did not dare to easily provoke the sea pirates!

In the underworld, no one dares to provoke pirates easily.

Even the lord's regular army dared not easily confront the pirate army head-on!

This mercenary squad, composed of a group of homeless refugees, dared to take the initiative and succeeded repeatedly!

This strength completely shocked the Red Brotherhood members of this branch!

They have recently increased their attention to this squad, eager to find out what makes them so powerful, daring to ambush pirates and launch night raids on their camps.

Gradually, they grasped a clue.

According to the drunk team members, before each battle, the captains seemed to be significantly stronger!

In order to extract more information, the Brotherhood even went so far as to send several beautiful girls to serve the members, using both soft and hard tactics.

Unfortunately, although those team members were very talkative, they knew very little about the core issues!

Recently, some of the team members even said they were out of money and didn't plan to come often anymore.

Damn it, the girls kept lowering their prices. If he wasn't afraid of revealing his purpose, he would have let them get away with it for free!

These guys can't even afford this little bit of money!

Just how stingy was their leader?!

Meanwhile, at Sheriff Ramsay's residence, a young servant was kneeling on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

His face was covered in tears, and his forehead was red and swollen from constantly kowtowing.

"My lord! Please spare me this time! I will die if I become a slave!"

"My lord, the Alliance law prohibits the buying and selling of slaves! Please don't be confused!"

Sam looked up and cried out in a hoarse voice, "I didn't mean to let him in!"

I think he's your cousin, and I was afraid it would strain your relationship with him, so I didn't try to stop him too much!

Everything I've done is for your own good!

He cried and kept kowtowing, the thud of his forehead hitting the ground echoing in the empty hall.

Sitting in the main seat, Ramsey's face was so gloomy it could drip water.

The old butler was severely injured by Rolf in an attempt to stop him and is now lying in bed, his life hanging by a thread.

And all of this was indirectly caused by this clueless idiot!

Ramsey looked at Sam kneeling on the ground, weeping bitterly, and a hint of hesitation arose in his heart.

He remembered three years ago, when an assassin tried to kill him, and Sam bravely stood in front of him to shield him—

Just as Ramsey was hesitating, an older servant behind him stepped forward and whispered, "Sir, you mustn't be soft-hearted!"

If it weren't for him, how could Rolf have taken Anya away so easily?

The old butler wouldn't have turned out like this!

The older servant paused, then added, "The doctor said that to save the old steward's life, we'll need a lot of money to buy precious medicinal herbs—"

As he listened to the old servant's words, the hesitation in Ramsey's eyes gradually vanished without a trace, replaced by a cold resolve.

In his view, the mistakes Sam made were unforgivable.

Ramsey took a deep breath and looked at another servant. "When will the slave traders arrive?"

"Your Excellency, it should be soon. I just sent someone to urge them on," the servant replied respectfully.

A short while later, a man dressed like an ordinary citizen entered, announced by a servant.

The man was wearing a coarse linen blouse with a hideous scar on his chest; he was the Red Brotherhood member who had just made the deal with Terry!

"Sir, I heard you're going to sell slaves?" the man grinned.

Ramsey didn't waste any words with him, and pointed directly to Sam kneeling on the ground: "That's him, see how much he's worth."

The man walked up to Sam, looked him up and down, then reached out and pinched his arms and legs, and pried open his mouth to look at his teeth.

"His body is still quite strong, it's just that his teeth are getting old —"

The man shook his head and said, "At most ten silver dinars!"

"Twenty!"

Ten.

"Ten it is then."

Upon hearing this, Sam felt as if all his strength had been drained away, and he collapsed to the ground.

He couldn't believe his ears. The master he had served so loyally for so many years had only sold him as a slave for ten dinars!

"My lord—you can't do this to me!" Sam cried out in despair.

Ram waved his hand, signaling the man to take him away.

The man stepped forward and lifted Sam up like a chick.

Just as the man was dragging him to the door, he suddenly turned around and shouted with his last bit of strength, "Sir, the medicine you usually take for headaches is in the third drawer on the left side of the bedside table! Don't forget to take it on time!"

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After saying this, he was roughly dragged out by the man, and his crying gradually faded away until he disappeared around the street corner.

The hall was silent.

Muzi sat on a chair covered with soft down cushions, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the gold ring on his finger.

Sam's last words kept echoing in his ears, making him inexplicably irritated.

He waved his hand, signaling the servants to leave, and sat alone in the empty hall, a complex and unreadable expression flashing across his face.