The trade caravan of the continent of Caradia were all top-class retired soldiers. They led trained caravan guards and sentinels to conduct business. Even a few bandits and marauder were no match for them.
Only a large-scale bandit group could take down these trade caravans.
That was why Rolf looked down on these merchants. There were more than 500 of them, but in reality, they were a mess. These merchants were still blaming each other for internal strife when the enemy approached, so he was full of contempt in his heart.
But he would never hate them.
Because as a professional scoundrel and a part-time outstanding bandit leader, Rolf's favorite thing was this group of cute little lambs that came to him ready to be slaughtered!
"Lord Kant, do you want to deal with them next?", Rolf looked at Kant.
"This.", Kant muttered. He understood Rolf's meaning.
He wanted to completely eliminate these merchants and plunder their goods!
However, Kant saw that these merchants were already retreating. They didn't even want the carriage that carried their goods. He couldn't help but shake his head and said to Rolf, "I'll deal with it personally."
"I'll follow your orders.", Rolf shrugged and slightly urged his horse to take half a step back.
Kant walked forward.
The merchants were so scared that they begged for mercy.
Even the three leaders at the front, who had nowhere to retreat, were sweating profusely.
"Let's have a chat."
Kant gently knocked on the horse's belly, indicating for his horse to stop moving forward.
Looking at these merchants and the irritating noise in his ears, he couldn't help but frown and say, "Be quiet, gentlemen. The worst situation hasn't arrived yet. If you continue to argue, I don't think the final result will be too good."
The scene quickly became quiet.
All the merchants looked at Kant in panic.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64ce79d606107d003c23ea27", id: "pf-5140-1"})The guards of the trade caravan were infected by the panic in the surroundings. They all felt strangely guilty.
They even put their weapons back into their sheaths, afraid that Kant would misunderstand them.
"Very good."
Kant looked at the merchants who had calmed down in front of him, he nodded in satisfaction. "I am very clear about why you came here, but I think you need to know my rules again. That is, I will only sell table salt in the salt mine to Baron Dylan at the Stone Pass. As for this posthouse here..."
Kant pointed to the posthouse next to him, which was guarded by ten Swadian militiamen. He said calmly, "The south is a trade route that can be traveled freely. It is the place that I allow to communicate with the outside world."
The merchants listened quietly.
Kant pointed to the north, he said calmly, "But to the north of this posthouse, it is a forbidden area that I forbid anyone to enter. It is the law of my territory. As long as I still exist in the Nahrin Desert and I still possess my baron title, this law will take effect. You cannot go against it!"
"Yes! Yes, yes, yes! Baron Kant, we understand!"
"That's right, your Lordship Kant. We all know that it's a forbidden area!"
"That's right, that's right! We understand that it's a forbidden area!"
The merchants immediately spoke, their eyes filled with relief. It seemed that Baron Kant's words meant that they were safe. After all, when they were in the Dukedom of Leo, they had not only heard of Baron Kant's kindness.
Of course, at that time, the reputation of kindness was mostly based on cowardice.
But now, they had come to face Kant's benevolent personality with deep respect.
If they were disrespectful, if Kant did not have a benevolent personality, they would probably be strewn with corpses by now!
Respect often came from fear. Whether it was fear of the other party's financial resources or fear of power, they would all have the same fear towards him.
That was why there was respect.
It was just that Kant did not have the slightest interest in this kind of respect.
Fake respect could not be compared to the respect from the hearts of the recruited civilians and soldiers. Only these people were the ones Kant truly chose to believe in, and not these merchants.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64cc9e79c7059f003e4ad4b0", id: "pf-5109-1"})Raising his hand, Kant touched his chin. "You all seem to understand."
"Understood, understood!"
These merchants kept nodding.
Kant chuckled. "Then can you tell me who instigated this rebellion against me?"
The scene instantly fell silent.
Rebellion?
What rebellion?
These merchants were stunned. They still did not understand why Kant said the word rebellion.
It was not wrong to say that they had ulterior motives and were spies from the noble families.
But how could they possibly rebel!
"Aren't you going to say it?"
Kant's smile disappeared, and he turned to look at Rolf. "Isn't there someone who started a rebellion and wants to occupy my estate and obtain my wealth?"
"That's right, Lord Kant, that's indeed the case.", Rolf nodded in agreement.
"No! That's absolutely not the case!"
The merchants cried out in despair.
"How could this be a rebellion? We have absolutely no intention of overthrowing you!"
"Absolutely not, Lord Kant! No!"
The commoners overthrowing the the noble and starting a huge rebellion. This was a felony!
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})And this was the on of the highest felonies!
It was a felony that the noble could not tolerate the most!
Even if the opposing noble was overthrown, the noble here happily held a celebration party and secretly praised the civilian uprising army that overthrew their opposing noble. However, they would still enlist all the troops, for the sake of their noble identity, for the sake of the noble's class, kill all the civilians, and at the same time receive the spoils of war from the enemy's noble.
The authority of the noble class could not be moved. Even if the noble wanted to change it, or if those mysterious mages wanted to change it, they could not. Or rather, they could not allow it at all!
As for Kant, he also did not allow it. These merchants dared to test his bottom line.
That's right.
These merchants had gathered because of the instigation.
But in reality, they were all in sync. They wanted to test Kant or Rolf's bottom line.
However, they did not expect Rolf to have no bottom line at all. Once they dared to act out of line, what they would face next was not a negotiation, but a bloody massacre by the desert bandits and Sarrandian horseman!
As a noble, but became a bandit leader instead, did Rolf has a bottom line?
What a joke!
If Kant had not come, they would probably have been slaughtered in the evening!
And even if Kant arrived, he wouldn't let them off either.
And he wouldn't let go of the leader who had incited these merchants to test his bottom line!
"It's them!"
"That's right! It's them!"
Soon, the three people in the lead were pushed out.
At the same time, many of the guards in the trade caravan were also separated.
These people had expressions of despair and hatred on their faces. It was obvious that these guards and merchants were the subordinates of those three people. Now that they were pushed out, how could they not feel hatred towards their 'companions'?
