The wealth is touching. When he heard Lao Ma Jiya's words, he was not only the coachman in front of the checkpoint, but also the eyes of the "rebel" soldiers on duty were attracted by the gold in Lao Ma Jiya's hands.

Raul was confused.

Although Mr. Majiya knew in his heart that this trip to [Artemis] was for the redemption of people, he was completely ignorant of what price a father would pay for his son.

Tasso, the old servant beside Ma Jiya, instantly became tense.

Old Tasso's brows unconsciously twisted into a knot. He estimated the distance between the "rebel leader" in front of him and other "rebels" and moved half a step silently under his feet, using the body of the "employer" to block the "rebel leader"'s sight. At the same time, he slowly pulled the short knife inserted into the belt with his left hand, turning the short knife to an angle that could be pulled out at any time.

However, the "rebel leader"'s acumen is beyond Old Tasso's imagination.

As soon as Lao Tasuo made an action, the young man with swordsman immediately looked over Lao Ma Jiya's shoulder and stabbed directly at the "Feed Ma Laofu" hidden behind the "master".

Obviously, the young man with a sword has noticed the dangerous behavior of "feeding the old servant of the horse".

But he did not take a few steps back and stay away from the threat. Instead, he turned his head and looked at the "head of the family" in front of him with great interest.

Matiya Milok looked sideways at Old Tasso and slowly shook his head.

Old Tasuo suddenly felt relieved. He glanced at the young man with swords, spat roughly at his feet, then let go of the short knife and hugged his arm.

The confused Raul realized at this time that Tasso seemed to have planned to hijack the rebel leader.

The little Ma Ji Yadon felt dry mouth. He forced himself to resist the tension and panic. The Adam's apple kept rolling up and down, thinking that he was touching the saber in a concealed manner.

However, the confrontation between the two sides had already ended in silence. Old Tasuo sighed and waved his hand to the young master.

The winner has been decided, and the three of the Majiya family and his group can only let the other party make a decision.

The young man with swords first looked through the broken pottery on the table, then picked up gold bars from the broken pottery and looked at it, then glanced at the obviously heavy saddle bag, and asked, "There is nothing left there?"

"Yes." Lao Ma Jiya replied bluntly.

“Take it out.”

The saddle bag that Mrs. Machia gave to her husband before leaving was emptied, and the pottery sticks were taken out one by one, smashed and flipped.

The gold bars were neatly placed on the toilet table. It looked like there was only a small pile, but it seemed that the legs of the table were about to be broken.

Outside the checkpoint, the more and more coachmen who came to watch the fun came to hear the news, and everyone's eyes were staring straight.

Not to mention now, even in the "good times" before, it would be tantamount to a gambling life when going out to hold such a huge sum of money.

Not to mention that the only ones carrying the gold were two and a half old men, and a young boy with a beard that had not grown long.

The eyes of the onlookers became hot--gold not only the table legs but also the hearts of people.

Whether with good intentions or bad intentions, people were unconsciously looking up and down the three isolated masters and servants, like horse thieves peeping at the horses, and butchers valuing fat sheep.

Old Tasso also felt the gaze around him. He raised his eyebrows, bared his teeth, and glared fiercely without showing any weakness.

On the other side, the saddle bags had been emptied. A small pile of gold bars and a small pile of broken pottery were all placed on the table.

"That's all?" The young man with sword frowned and picked up two gold bars and knocked them on each other. His tone was threatening and hint: "If there are other things that need to be declared, it's still time to say it."

Old Ma Jiya shook her head calmly.

The young man with sword brushed the fingertips of the gold bars and broken pottery, and closely observed the subtle expression changes of the three people, but did not get the desired reaction.

He put away his faint smile, held the sword with a serious expression, turned his back to gold, raised his hand and pointed the three people in front of him: "Search."

"Yes!" A veteran with white tassels on his helmet gathered his boots together and raised his hand to salute the young man who was far younger than him.

After the ceremony, the veteran stared at the three of them and whistled vigorously.

The whistle that had previously filled the air of relaxation became serious and slaughtering in an instant.

The "rebel" soldier who was just now listless in the sun, turned into another appearance in a blink of an eye:

They closed their lips tightly, frowned their eyebrows, held short spears and long halberds in their hands, and quietly surrounded three strange passengers.

Old Tasso wanted to struggle for a while, but then he raised his arm and the thrust had already pressed against his chest and back.

If there is no user, then the weapon is just the same object.

Just like the short spears and long halberds of the rebels, they are neither exquisite nor novel. When they are placed obliquely in the corner of the checkpoint, even if people pass by them, approach their sharp blades, and see the mottled blood on the edge of the sleeve, they will never be afraid of them.

But when they were held in the hands of "rebel" soldiers, a chill rose in the heart of every civilian present - that was the instinct of animals to detect dangerous objects that could also kill themselves.

Old Tasso raised his head and met the cold gaze of the "rebel" soldier; he lowered his head and glanced at the "rebel" soldier's unmoving arms and knees ready to go.

Obviously, the other party was neither screaming nor yelling, but it made Old Tasso's close-fitting clothes soaked in cold sweat.

Old Tasso swallowed his saliva and did not do any more actions that would cause the other party to misunderstand.

A "rebel" soldier came forward and neatly took away all the weapons the three of them carried with them, and even touched out the small dagger that Old Tasso hid in his leggings.

The onlookers and merchants smelled the changes in the wind direction.

While half true and half falsely, everyone felt sorry for the three unlucky people who showed their wealth, they were docile in obeying the orders of the "rebels" and dispersed from the checkpoint.

The sharp blade was pressed into his heart, and no one could be tough. The three of the Majiya family were taken into the barracks at the checkpoint and then underwent an extremely strict body search.

The three of them were inspected "everything".

The "rebel" soldiers cut open the seams and cut the soles of their shoes, especially focusing on checking hidden places such as the edge of the hat, the buttons, the inside of the grip, etc., and wishing to look out every place where they can hide.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Even the five horses they took out went through an unambiguous search.

From saddles to chews, from neck to hooves, no places where things are possible to hide, whether they are harnesses or horses themselves, have been spared.

During the whole process, the swear words in Old Tasso's mouth never stopped, but what was hidden under the appearance of anger was deep anxiety and despair.

Old Tasso peeked at every exit, every window, every gap, nervously looking for possible opportunities to escape the checkpoint, but found nothing.

The young Matiya Raul fell into extreme anger after a brief shock and humiliation.

Xiao Ma Jiya's anger is manifested as abnormal quietness.

The rebel soldiers ordered him to take off his clothes, and he took off his clothes, ordered him to take off his boots, and he took off his boots without saying a word or saying a word.

But his eyes never left the soldiers in front of him from beginning to end. He stared at the soldiers responsible for searching him, clenched his fists tightly, and his teeth clattered.

The "rebel" soldiers in charge of the search focused more on the two middle-aged people, especially the old servants who had no time to spare with their eyes.

The soldiers of the "rebels" were not nervous about the half-brother who seemed to be about to jump up and bite the next second, but seemed to find it interesting.

The veteran of the white-talked helmet supervising the search took off his coat and threw it away to the young man who was naked because all his clothes were being inspected. It was half a threatening warning, and half a kind dissuasion: "Don't be stupid."

Raul did not reach out to take it, letting his clothes fall to the ground, his eyes still staring at the nearest rebel soldiers.

Old Tasso stepped forward to block between Raul and the rebels, and shouted with confidence: "Give me the whole thing!"

The veteran Bai Ying looked at the old servant up and down with expressionless expression, put his sword horizontally on his knees, and did not respond.

Old Ma Jiya silently picked up the clothes from the ground and draped them on his younger son.

"Don't worry." Old Ma Jiya said to his youngest son softly. This was the first thing he said after being taken into the outpost, his voice as low and stable as ever.

When Old Tasso fell into anxiety and Raul's mind was filled with humiliation and anger, Matiya Milok remained restrained and calm.

Raul raised his eyes and met his father's deep pool gaze. But for the first time, Ma Jiya saw the care and warmth that had never been revealed in his father's eyes.

He let go of his fists with difficulty and nodded.

Old Tasso also took a step back, stood beside Old Majiya and Raul, with his back to the soldiers, and lowered his voice: "The rebels are all good players, but this time they fell."

Hearing the tough Uncle Tasso taking the initiative to surrender, Raul widened his eyes as if he was betrayed and clenched his fists again.

While observing the soldiers around him, Old Tasso said quickly: "The soldiers of the Blood Wolf are like wolves. They are vicious, cruel and greedy... It turns out that they can only give the wrong name, not the wrong nickname..."

Lao Ma Jiya listened carefully.

Old Tasso lowered his head guiltily, with guilt and self-blame in his voice: "This time it falls into their hands, the gold will definitely not be saved..."

He suddenly raised his head, looked at the master's father and son, and said word by word: "Master, find a way to save your life first!"

Old Ma Jiya nodded without hesitation.

Seeing that his father was also surrendered, Raul squeezed out an angry question from his teeth: "Why?"

"Just because they have the murderer in their hands." Old Tasso replied in a deep voice.

Tears of humiliation surged into Raul's eyes, and he asked reluctantly: "Can you be unreasonable?"

Old Tasso answered firmly: "Yes, if you have a murderer in your hand, you can be unreasonable. In front of a murderer, all the truth is nonsense. If one day you have a murderer in your hand, they don't have it, you can be unreasonable."

This blunt answer hit Madya Raul, but Old Tasso hadn't finished speaking yet.

Old Tasso said cynically: "Why is the Blood Wolf the master of Vorne? Isn't it because he has the most powerful murderer in Vorne - his soldiers? So he doesn't have to reason with anyone, so he can claim to be the lord of Vorne. Don't say that his soldiers rob us, even if his soldiers slaughter us, we have no place to seek justice!"

Old Tasso asked one after another: "If you were a blood wolf, would you hang your soldiers in turn for the sake of bullshit? Who else would hang your soldiers? This is the world, who will have the final say. The blood wolf had the biggest fist in Vorne County, and he was the head of Vorne County. The official hall was the biggest fist in Paratu, so the official hall was the head of Paratu. The emperor had the biggest fist in the north, so the emperor was the head of the empire! The reason? The bullshit!"

"Silent!" Veteran Bai Ying discovered the small dispute in the corner of the barracks and interrupted Old Tasuo's catharsis: "Don't whisper!"

Old Tasso shut his mouth.

On the other side, Raul was so scolded that he couldn't speak. He felt that Uncle Tasso said something was wrong, but he didn't know how to refute it. He gritted his teeth and wiped his tears randomly.

Seeing this, Old Tasuo felt unbearable and his tone couldn't help but ease.

"Think about the tree outside! Think about the person who hangs on the tree!" The old servant tried his best to lower his voice to persuade the young master: "Today, you can save your life, you will be lucky. Gold - don't think about it. We are the flesh on the chopping board, the blood wolf's soldiers are swords. How to cut the knife, can the meat be managed? Otherwise, what can I do? Do you still expect them to admit their mistakes? I hope they apologize?"

Raul felt a warm hand on his shoulder, and he turned his head and found it was his father.
To be continued...