Chapter 455 Soderol's Past

Chapter 455 Soderol's Past

"Twelve people were injured on our side, and eight of them were recruits, but none of them were serious."

Soderol pointed to Akasha who was casting divine spells in the distance, and brought Rody to several wounded captives and continued: "I just asked briefly, these guys are in this area It has been wandering for more than a month, and it was originally a small group of 40 to 50 people, but it was only after the merger of two other groups of bandits that there were so many people."

"During this period of time, they have blocked the road for four or five votes. Today's incident was instigated by the best-equipped group of people. Here, they still have some patterns on their wristbands. You can tell at a glance that they are noble private soldiers. Just a simple interrogation After interrogation, it turns out that they are the subordinates of Viscount Anru."

Viscount Anru was the fat man who discussed giving Rody a "lesson" at the banquet. Rody was not surprised by this, but just shook his head and said, "Originally, we may have come to an end when we found out here, but things don't seem to be that simple. .”

"Oh? Who did you kill?"

Soderol naturally noticed that Roddy didn't come back empty-handed.

"I didn't have time to do it...he's a dead man."

"Dead man?!"

Soderol, who had a relaxed expression, immediately changed his expression. He asked a few questions carefully, followed Rody to the corpse of the "wanderer", and inspected it as carefully as Rody did before. But after searching for a long time, he didn't seem to see anything superfluous.

"There are no tattoos on the body, and the scars are all from training or fighting, and there are no special marks..." Soderol fiddled with the thief's already stiff arm without hesitation. Just when he was about to give up, his gaze suddenly Yi Ning - "Wait!"

He took off the other party's wrist guard and arm guard, cut open the leather jacket with a knife, then picked up the other party's finely crafted close-fitting linen and looked through it carefully for a while, and then his face became a little strange.

"Have you found anything?"

Luo Di was a little strange, Soderol looked excited, but the trembling of his eyebrows was obviously suppressing something.

"Hmm... I guess. In fact, it's mainly because of the way the clothes are cut. Look, the seams here, the hemming here, and the neckline here—as expected, there are two 'x'-shaped seals." .”

These terms are only understood by "tailoring majors". Rody looked at him with some surprise: "Do you still know how to make clothes?"

This guy wouldn't be a "high-level tailor" by profession, right? A generation of "sword masters" actually likes to make clothes?

But Suo Deluo shook his head and said with a wry smile: "You are a bit of a layman. In fact, as a nobleman, you must understand these things. When customizing clothes, those tailors have to take samples and modify them several times on you. , You can learn it naturally if you listen to it a lot.”

He pointed to the clothes in front of him: "Every shop has its own style. Although the clothes don't have their names written on them, it's often easy to see who made them. When a group of nobles are bragging together , compared to this vision."

"I understand when you say that."

Luo Di thought that this is the same reason as dudes know more about luxury brands, but he asked even more puzzled: "No, then how do you know this?"

"Because... I used to be considered a nobleman."

When these words came out, Suo Deluoer's eyes were obviously dimmed a lot. Rody's heart trembled, and he immediately realized that he had asked the wrong question, but before he could apologize, he saw Suo Deluoer waved his hand: "Okay, we still need to do this? It's actually not worth mentioning the past...

He paused, and said succinctly: "My father is a Baron of Burgundy, but before he could pass on the title to me, the family was destroyed. At that time, the entire family was almost extinct, and I was the only one." People gritted their teeth and fled to Efta, only to leave a bloodline for the family."

This is definitely a blood feud, but Soderol has never told anyone before.

Although he said it lightly, Rody knew that under those calm words, there was actually hidden the unprecedented hatred of Soderol...

He will never forget these, and sooner or later he will find the culprit.

"The reason why I know this is because I had a good time in Bergenling before. I have made a lot of clothes since I was a child, and one of the shops made clothes in his style."

"You won't admit your mistake?"

"At that time, I was young. Because my body grew fast, I had to make several suits every year. Most of them were ordered from this store, so I can remember correctly. You see... the clothes on him are standard ready-made clothes. If it was custom-made for nobles, the stitching on the back and the cuffs would be different, but he doesn’t have it.”

"Could it be bought elsewhere?"

"That shop only sells goods to nobles in the territory, so first of all, I must make sure that this guy is a local noble. And he has a distinguished status..."

Speaking of which, there is no way to go into details, because there are many big nobles in the Bergen collar, and at this time, it is impossible to carefully confirm which family it is based on a piece of clothing. But this narrowed the scope, but it saved Rody a lot of things. He exhaled: "Let's go back and investigate carefully. Viscount Anru is probably just a role being used. The Bergen leader may be the source, maybe... more than."

"Well, I'll investigate."

Soderol lowered his head, feeling a little depressed.

"By the way," Rody stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and asked in a low voice, "Which family... did it?"

Soderol raised his head suddenly... He naturally knew what the meaning of these words meant.

"this--"

Rody grinned, looking like he was smiling, but his words were harsher than the howling wind: "Don't look at me like that, I don't care who it is, but since you have done something, you must have the awareness to bear the consequences …am I right?"

*****

January seventeenth.

While the northern part of the kingdom was still shrouded in the cold winter wind and snow, the Bergen Territory, thousands of miles away, already had a little bit of spring.

The green grass is gradually sprouting green buds, and there are already many flowers that are the first to bloom in the back gardens of the nobles. Pedestrians on the street have taken off their winter clothes, vendors are hawking, children are playing, and on the land that has been fallow for two years, there are already cattle plowing, preparing for the new year's planting...

Compared with the northwest of the kingdom, the wealth of the "Bergen" territory is obvious.

This is not only because of the climate or landforms, but also because it borders the royal territory of the Karen Kingdom—the big trees are low to enjoy the shade, and with the well-developed royal city as the foundation of trade, it is difficult to think that the economy here is not developed.

And? As the largest lord of the territory, Earl Mirno's recent days are even more glorious.

In the early years, the Milno family could only be considered "first class" in this territory, but not "leading". However, under the management of the current owner for more than ten years, the Bergen territory is now completely in his hands.

Those disobedient families, even the emblems have disappeared from the kingdom's aristocratic genealogy. "Only an obedient nobleman is a good nobleman" has become Milnor's political creed—and he is indeed qualified to say this sentence, because in terms of the means of manipulating people, I am afraid that few people in the entire kingdom can than the Count.

It stands to reason that if a lord is too harsh, it is inevitable that he will be backlashed, but Earl Mirno has no such worries...Because standing behind him is the largest lord of the Karen Kingdom and also the leader of the kingdom. Titled owner: Charles II.

"Master, this is the gift list from Viscount Chaton and Baron Mukla today."

It is said that it is a gift list, but in fact it is not a festival at all, these things are just "offerings" - Earl Mirno is quite proud of this, because these are not "taxes", but completely extra income.

"It's much more positive than last year."

The fifty-three-year-old earl has silver hair and a thin figure. When he stood in front of the window sill with his hands behind his back, he looked like a high-ranking person who looked down on the world—but when he saw his son who was twitching at the maid in the back garden, The two sword eyebrows immediately stood up:

"Didn't I ask him to practice swords? Why is he here?!"

Earl Mirno reprimanded him, and after the steward left, he rubbed his brows and sighed to himself...

Maybe this is the price of being obsessed with power... Although the family has power, but there is only one heir, and because it was born by the "principal house", for more than 20 years, it has grown into a dandy because of being too pampered. It makes him regret it every time he thinks about it.

Fortunately, this twenty-three-year-old son is not a brainless dandy, at least in terms of "scheming", he still inherited his own excellent standards, but he is not ready to take over the power of the family.

"I still have to find a place to exercise, it's really not going to work..."

Earl Mirno sat at the desk, quickly put aside these chaotic emotions, stretched out his hand to straighten his clothes, and began to write a letter to report to Charles II as usual:

"The development of the 'Rose Cross' in the Bergen territory has been contained, and the missionary process of the 'Viper Cross' has been relatively smooth. The recent conflicts have been suppressed, and the current situation is very stable..."

"The Diocese of Bogdo is still controlled by Benjamin. It will take longer to change this situation..."

"The actions of the Efta Territory this winter are intriguing. According to eyeliner reports, the Duke of Sally seemed to have anticipated the consequences of the severe cold in advance, so she relied on sufficient preparations to gather a large amount of gold coins within three months. According to preliminary reports It is estimated that the amount may be more than four times the annual tax revenue of Efta Territory..."

"If things go on like this, Efta's power will definitely dominate the family, posing a serious threat to His Majesty's rule."

From different perspectives, the same behavior has opposite interpretations: Sally’s efforts to relieve refugees have become an act that “threats the stability of the kingdom” in the words of Earl Mirno, and the money is not earned enough. The aristocrats in the country have become "the best weight to balance the situation".

This is ridiculous and sad politics.

There are two close ministers beside Charles II: one is the "Earl of Moore", who is responsible for the apparent battle or deployment of troops; the other is the Earl of Mirno, but what he does is basically " "Under the water" operation, so he feels better about himself.

Just imagine, the situation in most of the territory of the country is directly or indirectly monitored by yourself, and some places even have the ability to control it. This kind of overlooking feeling of the overall situation is naturally easier for people to feel the superiority of "everything is chess" .

The Earl finished writing the letter leisurely, but when he was about to seal it with wax, a piece of news brought by the butler made the Earl's expression somber.