A bunch of idiots! You can’t catch more than a dozen people! Idiots!”

In a count's mansion in the city of Besançon, Bernard's roar spread through the entire mansion. All the retainers and servants in the mansion did not dare to move around easily for fear of attracting the attention of their master and causing death.

There was a cracking sound of glass and china falling to the ground, followed by Bernard's roar, "Why didn't you report such a big thing to me in time?"

Several faint sounds came from the office room.

"Then have you bastards caught anyone? Do you know what this means? Oh my god! Why the hell did I raise you pigs!"

"Get out! Get out of here all!"

With the sound of kicking the table and slamming the bench several times, the Viscount of the Governor of Thorne City hurriedly exited Bernard's office with a few people who looked like knight officers. Despite the cold weather, their foreheads were covered with beads of sweat.

He left the Earl's Palace and disappeared into the streets as if he was running away.

In the official room of the mansion, Bernard's face turned red and his eyes were so bulging that they almost popped out of his head. He glanced at the messy room and yelled at the door to ask the servants to clean it up quickly.

Two servants cautiously entered the room with brooms and knelt on the ground to clean up the debris on the floor. The steward of the Earl's Mansion who was waiting at the door quickly entered the room with a tray of wine and poured a full glass for Bernard.

wine.

Bernard picked up the wine glass and took a long sip. The anger in his heart subsided a little, and he asked the manager of the mansion: "How did you go about asking Fabio to inquire about it?"

The steward raised his hand and waved away the two servants who were cleaning up the room, and whispered to Bernard: "Your Majesty, Archbishop Fabio has not received any news about Assassin, and no one has informed Besançon.

The church made accusations. The eagle eye that lurked beside Baldwin and Olof found nothing unusual."

Bernard felt even more bizarre when he heard this, "The flying pigeons that came back from Dijon this morning also brought back news, and Dijon didn't find them anywhere. Where did these bastards go? Did they really go to Paris?"

"Bernard felt more and more panicked. If he really went to Paris, things would be completely out of control.

"My Lord Earl, is it possible that those people took Assassin to the Longxia Mountains? Or were they hidden by Baldwin, and maybe they used this to threaten you." The manager hopes that things will develop in a slightly better direction.

"I hope so! But we can't take any chances. We must minimize the negative impact of this incident."

"How is the matter you were asked to do?" Bernard stared at the manager of the mansion with blood-red eyes.

The manager of the mansion lowered his tone again, "The two servants who had contacted Assassin have been killed, and I buried them in a deserted forest outside the city. Several of Assassin's guards were known to Thorne City.

All the city officers were silenced, but Viscount Errol and the Grand Maester~"

A hint of murderous intent actually flashed in the manager's eyes.

Bernard sighed, "Assassin has never seen Errol's face, and although he is stupid, he still knows life and death. I will warn him to bite the bullet. But there are risks with the Grand Maester. You give the Grand Maester

Arrange a secluded place for him to hide for a while and then show up again after the storm has passed."

Bernard had decided to let the two of them go, and the manager's expression returned to normal.

"Now our focus will be on the Dean family. I really want to kill that little bastard Dean with a sword. What a bad idea he came up with. The enemy was not killed before he was set on fire."

"Since that little bastard Dean is the mastermind of the whole thing and the one who caused the most trouble, then the Dean family must bear the responsibility for this huge disaster."

"Immediately send someone to Tyniec and bring Dean's mother, his mistress and illegitimate son back to Besançon, and then tell Dean and his son that if the whole thing has nothing to do with me, I will guarantee their women

The child's life is safe, but if it works well, the father and son can survive."

Bernard changed into a murderous tone, "If this matter involves me, Bernard, I will grind the entire Dean family into ashes. In addition, I ordered the troops stationed at Wincheston Manor to keep a close eye on me.

The trends of the Dean family, if they dare to let the Dean family escape, I will kill them!"

"Yes, I will send someone immediately." The manager of the mansion bowed and exited the room.

When the room was empty, Bernard looked at the west through the window and said to himself: "Who on earth can have such powerful means~"

"Who is it? Who is it? Who is it?"

In Tynets County, in the lord's mansion of Wincheston Manor, Dean, the once arrogant palace guard knight, looked ashen and kept repeating these words.

"There's still no news about the two guys we sent to the south. Can't you guess who they are?" Old Dean also sat in the armchair with his head covered, feeling extremely anxious.

"But we sent several waves of people to investigate, and there was no abnormality at all."

"It is precisely because of this that I am more certain that it was that person who did it. The people we sent must have been killed long ago, otherwise they would have returned regardless of whether the mission was completed or not."

At this point, old Dean actually no longer cares about who went to Thorne City and destroyed the lair. What he cares about is how to deal with this catastrophe.

Just yesterday, a team from Besancon suddenly broke into Wincheston Manor and took away Dean's mother, the prostitute mistress and Dean's illegitimate son with Count Bernard's password.

Dean and his son did not dare to disobey in the slightest. The knight who came to the manor to take away his family members made it very clear - whether Dean and his son kept their mouth shut would directly determine the survival or destruction of the entire Dean family.

"Father, it was I who destroyed the Dean family!" The young and energetic Dean finally shed tears of regret.

Old Dean stood up and patted his son on the shoulder, comforting: "Count Bernard hinted that as long as we can guarantee not to talk nonsense, he will try to work behind the scenes to save the lives of you and my father."

"How does it work? We have invested too much money in Bernard and the inner court. Now the remaining two hundred thousand pfennigs in our hands are not enough to fill the church's belly~" Dean was a little desperate.

"I have ordered all our shops and caravans to be sold at a low price, and the southwest manor will be sold to a friend of mine at a low price. I estimate that before the disaster breaks out, we can raise two million pfennigs and give it to Count Bernard to help run it.

, I hope these two million penny can bring the Dean family back from the edge of the cliff." After a lifetime of ups and downs in the business world, he never expected that the foundation of several generations would be ruined because of a stupid decision. Old Dean's eyes flashed with loneliness.

Tears.

"We still have to hope that the guy in the south won't kill us all."

"...Tell them to act as planned immediately. This time I want to kill the Dean family quickly." In a hotel in the east of Paris, Art handed over a handwritten secret letter stamped with a fire paint seal.

The letter and a bag filled with gold cakes and silver coins were handed into Ron's hands.

After coming out of the Inquisition of Notre Dame Cathedral, Art immediately returned to the hotel where Ron and others were staying, and wrote a secret letter about the results of the operation and Art's prediction of the situation, and gave it to Ron with a

The soldiers flew back to Burgundy on flying horses.

Art guessed that someone would inform his opponent before long. He must send a message to Count Baldwin and Bishop Orlov before his opponent, so that the two could take the opportunity to take down the opponent, or at least weaken the opponent's power.

strength.

After Ron hands over the secret message, he will quickly return to the valley and order Angus, who has rushed back first, to organize all his forces to launch a desperate counterattack against the Dean family.

"Ron, you have to remember that time is everything. Don't feel bad about the horses at this time. If one dies, buy another one. If you rush back to Burgundy one day earlier, we will have a better chance of winning."

"This action will be directly related to our future, and everything will be pinned on you!" Art patted Ron's shoulder heavily.

"Master, we have been waiting for this day for a long time. Let's set off immediately." Ron put away the secret letter and money bag, turned around and left the room, and ran towards the stable...

Ron went out and rode away. As soon as Art picked up the wine glass and took a sip to suppress his inner excitement, Dawson came to Art's door with a middle-aged man who looked like a fat official, "

Sir, this is Mr. Luca Marik of the Silver Coin Guild, he has been responsible for introducing loans between merchant nobles and knights of the Holy Order."

This Luca is an affiliated official of the Bank Coin Guild. He mainly supports his family by handling loan business with the Knights of the Holy Order for businessmen and small nobles. He is considered a financial intermediary. The Knights of the Holy Order provide lending services to businessmen and nobles.

However, the process was extremely complicated, so many merchants and nobles hired intermediaries who were familiar with the process to do it for them.

Art glanced at the man with a friendly face and replied: "Very good, please invite Mr. Luca into the room quickly."

Art waved towards the door, and then ordered to the entourage beside him: "Matthew, ask the hotel to prepare a few glasses of more delicious wine."

"Mr. Luca, my entourage should have told you my thoughts. Can you help me complete the loan matter as soon as possible?" Art said straight to the point as time was precious.

"Baron Art, asking for a loan from the Knights of the Holy Order is a complicated process, especially since you are from the distant country of Burgundy. According to the Knights of the Holy Order's regulations on borrowing money from nobles, you must first apply to the Knights of the Holy Order.

A signed document of the loan, and attached is the document of your canonization and honor by the court of the Count of Burgundy and the document supporting your identity, as well as the location of your fief, the size of the land, the number of people in the territory, property in the territory, whether there are any debts, etc.

The inventory. These things will be handed over to the peasant monks of the Knights of the Holy Order for review. After approval, they will be discussed by the knights meeting. After the discussion is passed, they will send people to the County of Burgundy to inspect you, your territory and property, and finally

Only then can you go to the Knights of the Holy Order in person to negotiate and sign a loan contract, using territory or property of equal value as credit guarantee for the loan..."

This process is roughly the same as bank lending in later generations, but it basically only takes more than half a year to complete these processes.

"Stop! Mr. Luca, I am willing to pay you to do this for me because I don't have time. Can you just tell me if there is a shortcut?" Art interrupted the intermediary.

Luka glanced around at the people in the room and hesitated.

"They are all my personal guards and won't talk too much." Art dispelled Luka's concerns.

"There is a shortcut, but you have to pay one-fifth of the interest on the loan amount, and the loan amount cannot exceed 500,000 pfennigs."

"Oh? Please tell me in detail." Art became interested. He didn't know what kind of shortcut would make the original 5% yield suddenly increase four times.

"Formal members of the Holy Order are prohibited from owning private property, but many of them have parents and relatives in their hometowns, so three years ago the Holy Order promulgated a rule that all ordinary knights who have served in the Holy Order for more than five years

and sergeants enjoy a special right of relief. They can apply for a loan of no more than 300,000 pfennigs from the Holy Order in their lifetime and pay it back within five years. This money is directly disposed of through internal processes and can be processed within three days at the earliest.

You can apply for it." Luca did not say that as long as the money is paid back on time, no interest will be charged on this loan.

Luca looked confident, "I happen to know that there is a knight of the Holy Order who has reached the age limit to apply but has never used the special relief rights."

Art knew clearly that someone among the Knights of the Holy Order had turned this right of relief into a means of profit.

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