"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 throughout the mansion. All the retainers and slaves 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 you bastards have caught someone? Do you know what this means? Oh my God! Why the hell did I raise a bunch of pigs like you!"
"Get out! Get out of here, all of you!"
With the sound of kicking the table and slamming the bench several times, the Viscount of Thorne City and a few knight-like officers hurriedly exited Bernard's office. Despite the cold weather, their foreheads were covered with beads of sweat. They left the Earl's Palace and disappeared into the streets as if they were fleeing.
In the official room of the mansion, Bernard's face was red and his eyes were so bulging that they almost popped out. He glanced at the messy room and yelled at the door to ask the servants to clean it up quickly.
The two servants entered the room cautiously 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 with wine and poured a full glass of wine for Bernard.
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 cleaning servants in the room, and whispered to Bernard: "Your Majesty, Archbishop Fabio (county archbishop and bishop of Besancon) has not received any news about Assassin, and no one has made any accusations to Besancon Cathedral. The eagle eye ambushed the two-headed fox of Baldwin and Olof. Nothing unusual was found." 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. Where did these bastards go? Did they really go to Paris?" Bernard became more and more panicked. If they really went to Paris, things would be completely out of control.
"Your Majesty, is it possible that those people took Assassin to the Longxia Mountains? Or they were hidden by Baldwin. Perhaps the opponent intends to use this to threaten you." The steward 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 matter."
"How's the thing you asked to do?" Bernard stared at the manager of the mansion with blood-red eyes.
The steward 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 the city's garrison officers who knew Assassin were silenced, but Viscount Errol and the Grand Master~"
The steward's eyes actually flashed with murderous intent.
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 is a risk with the Grand Master. You arrange a hidden place for the Grand Master, let him hide for a while, and then show up again after the storm has passed."
Bernard has decided to let the two of them go, and the steward's expression has 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 burned."
"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 ensure that the lives of their women and children are safe. If it works well, he and his son can also survive."
Bernard changed his murderous tone, "If this matter involves me, Bernard, I will crush the entire Dean family to ashes. In addition, I will order the troops stationed at Wincheston Manor to keep a close eye on the Dean family's movements. If anyone dares 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 glanced at the west through the window and said to himself: "Who on earth can have such a powerful method~"
Who? In the lord's mansion of Wincheston Manor in Tynets County, the once arrogant palace guard knight Dean’s face turned ashen and he kept repeating these words in his mouth.
"There's still no news about the two guys we sent to the south. Can't you guess who they are?" Old Dean was also sitting in an armchair with his head covered, feeling extremely anxious.
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 disaster.
Just yesterday, a team from Besançon suddenly broke into Wincheston Manor and took away Dean's mother, the prostitute mistress and Dean's illegitimate son with Count Bernard's password.
The Dean and his son did not dare to disobey in the slightest. The knight who came to the manor to take away his relatives made it very clear - whether the 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 him: "Count Bernard hinted that as long as we can promise not to talk nonsense, he will try to work behind the scenes to save the lives of you and my son."
"How to work? We have invested too much money in Bernard and the inner court, and now the remaining 200,000 pfennigs in our hands are not enough to fill the belly of the church~" 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 good 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 that these two million pfennigs can bring the Dean family back from the edge of the cliff." After a lifetime of ups and downs in the business world, he did not expect that the foundation of several generations would be ruined because of a stupid decision. Tears of loneliness flashed in old Dean's eyes.
"We 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 a handwritten letter with a fire seal and a purse filled with gold cakes and silver coins into Ron's hands.
After coming out of the Inquisition of Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris, Art immediately returned to the hotel where Ron and others were staying. He wrote a secret letter about the results of the operation and Art's prediction of the situation and gave it to Ron to sneak back to the Count of Burgundy with a soldier on Pegasus.
Att 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 the opportunity to bring down the opponent, or at least weaken the opponent's strength.
After Ron hands over the secret message, he will rush back 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 the County of Burgundy a day earlier, we will have a better chance of winning."
"This action will directly affect our future, and everything will be placed 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 message 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 Luca Mari from the Silver Coin Guild. Mr. Ke, he has been responsible for introducing loans between merchant nobles and Knights of the Holy Order. "
This Luca is an official of the Bank Coin Guild. He mainly supports businessmen and small nobles by handling loan business with Knights of the Holy Order. He is regarded as a financial intermediary. The Knights of the Holy Order provide loan services to merchants and nobles, but the process is extremely complicated. Many merchants and nobles hire these intermediaries who are familiar with the process to do it for them.
Matt glanced at the man with a kind face and replied: "Very good, please come into the room quickly." Prepare a few glasses of more delicious wine. "
"Mr. Luca, my entourage should have told you what I think. Can you help me get the loan done as soon as possible?" Art said straight to the point. Time was precious.
"Baron Ater, requesting a loan from the Knights of the Holy Order is a complicated process, especially since you are from the distant Count of Burgundy. According to the Knights of the Holy Order's regulations on borrowing money from nobles, you must first submit a signed document for the loan to the Knights of the Holy Order, and attach the document of your canonization and honor by the court of the County of Burgundy and the document supporting your identity, as well as the location of your fiefdom, the size of the land, the number of subjects, the property of the territory, Whether there is a list of debts and other circumstances. These things will be reviewed by the peasant monks of the Knights of the Holy Order (who specialize in property management). 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 and your territory and property. Finally, you can go to the Knights of the Holy Order in person to negotiate and sign a loan contract, and use the territory or property of equal value as a 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 procedures.
"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's topic.
Luca glanced around at the people in the room, feeling a little hesitant.
"They are all my personal guards and they won't talk 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 five hundred thousand pfennigs."
"Oh? Please tell me in detail." Art became interested. He didn't know what kind of shortcut would make the original 5% interest rate suddenly increase four times.
“Formal members of the Knights of the Holy Order are prohibited from owning private property, but many of them also have parents and relatives in their hometown, so three years ago the Holy Order promulgated a rule that ordinary knights and soldiers (including peasant monks and priests) who have served in the Holy Order for more than five years have the right to own private property. As a special right of relief, they can apply for a loan of no more than 300,000 pfennigs from the Holy Order within five years. The money will be processed directly through internal processes and can be applied for in as little as three days. "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 for applying but has never used the special relief right."
Hatta knew clearly. Apparently someone among the knights of the Holy Order turned this right of relief into a means of profit.