When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

#139 - I roughly calculated that it should be 400 gold pounds

The next day, early in the morning, as soon as it was dawn, Sisi went to Joan of Arc Castle accompanied by two guards.

Horn also got up early and began to practice knight breathing techniques with Jeanne's accompaniment.

To be honest, Horn doesn't have the talent of "eating shit and growing meat(吃屎长肉: idiom, meaning to gain strength or skill through unpleasant experiences)".

He's been practicing breathing techniques for so long, but he's stuck at this level, neither going up nor down, just stuck there.

It's like when Horn teaches Jeanne the multiplication table, she remembers seven, eight, and nine, then forgets two, three, and four; remembers two, three, and four, then forgets seven, eight, and nine.

And he still wants to learn the knight's cipher, but others can mentally calculate the army's supplies.

Horn only has one small request for Jeanne: synchronize her culture with elementary school students first.

Since yesterday's sunny day was replaced by black smoke, it suddenly turned cold today.

A gloomy wind swept under the gray clouds, giving Horn a shiver.

But he still maintained that twisted posture, breathing with difficulty, as if he had two iron hammers hanging in his lungs.

Horn could even hear his bones creaking.

But he still gritted his teeth and persevered.

Despite having magic power, Horn still needs the strengthening of his body through breathing techniques.

After all, Horn is now in charge of a place name, so he must practice; if he still wants to perform shamanic rituals in the future, the endurance bonus brought by the breathing technique is something Horn cannot give up.

Yes, the bonus of breathing techniques to physical strength and body intensity is far less than its bonus to endurance and load-bearing capacity.

You should know that the white crystal steel commonly used by the Edict Knights has more than twice the density of normal steel, but they can still move freely in armor and march long distances.

Sometimes even oxen and horses are exhausted, but the knights can continue.

Of course, this is just comparing knights to mortals.

If compared within the knights, the bonus of the eighth-level breathing technique and the third-level breathing technique to the human body is not much different, the difference is in load-bearing capacity and endurance.

That is to say, if both sides are extraordinary knights, it is very likely that neither can do anything to the other, and they can only entangle and compete in endurance.

In the case where both sides are extraordinary knights, those who can still carry out strong and effective suppression or even beheading are often called Champion Edict Knights.

The only disadvantage is that mobility and combat power cannot be combined. At the stage of the ninth-level titled knight, there are almost no horses that can carry them to charge.

There are only a small number of magical beast horses, such as dragon blood horses or demon horses, each with a starting bid of up to 200 gold pounds, and an average transaction price of around 800 gold pounds.

The subsequent maintenance costs are even astronomical.

After completing today's breathing exercise and changing into clean clothes, Horn sat back in front of that pile of ledgers and began to revise them helplessly.

But as he was approving, he frowned. Something seemed wrong.

Before he could figure it out, he heard a rapid knock on the door from outside.

"What's going on?" Horn opened the door, and it was Duvaron. "Why are you soflustered?"

"Your Grace, Your Grace, come quickly."

Without time for much explanation, Duvaron grabbed Horn's hand and ran towards the entrance of the camp.

When Horn arrived there, large groups of refugees had already gathered at the entrance.

They were shoulder to shoulder, pushing each other, looking towards the entrance of the camp, and whispering to the people around them.

Squeezing through the noisy crowd, Horn came to the door. He was first stunned, and then the anger in his eyes couldn't stop.

At the entrance of the camp, a group of villains were gathered there, and the leader was actually Horn's old acquaintance, the one who asked Halkin for money back then.

These villains were dressed in tattered clothes, draped in mottled cloth and worn-out leather boots.

Their eyes were sunken in their sockets, and their hair was disheveled, scattered messily behind their heads, as if they had never been combed.

Unlike their ragged clothes, they held various weapons in their hands, from sharp daggers to heavy wolf's tooth clubs, everything.

With twisted and ugly smiles on their faces, revealing sharp and black-yellow teeth, they would occasionally wave the weapons in their hands, causing the refugees to exclaim in alarm.

But this was not what made Horn angry. Behind them, there was a small tree, and three knights dressed no differently from bandits stood by the tree.

Sisi was tied to this tree by the villains. His hands were firmly tied behind his back with rough hemp ropes and tied to the tree.

The collar of his clothes was rudely torn open, and the two slime spore sacs on his chest were nowhere to be seen. His skirt was torn, and it looked like it had been inspected by bandits who didn't believe in evil.

If Sisi were a woman, or if some of these bandits had different interests, I'm afraid he would have been violated.

There were clear marks of being choked on his snow-white neck, and his cheeks and eye sockets were swollen high, with blood flowing from his nose to his chin.

"Are you the boss of this refugee camp?" Seeing the obvious vacuum around Horn, a knight shouted at Horn.

"Where are the two guards beside him?" Horn stared coldly into their eyes.

"Yo, you even know he has guards. What? Are you in cahoots with this horse thief?"

"This is a companion in our camp."

"No, this is not your companion."

The knight laughed, "This is the horse thief I caught, neither human nor ghost!"

"Your Grace."

A new elder, named Simus, walked to Horn's side, "That's a robber knight nearby, called Snotty Nose."

"Who said I was a robber knight."

The knight among the villainous bandits laughed, "Look carefully, this is signed by Bishop Bulvillef. Because recently, there have always been rebellious people resisting taxes, so the bishop hired us to collect taxes."

Saying that, he took out a scroll of appointment from his pocket, which clearly recorded "Tax Commissioner - Anto Linavska."

And the signature on the letter of appointment was actually Duke Danne Kush.

"What do you want? Money?"

"What do you mean what do we want?"

The snotty-nosed knight puffed out his chest, "Be careful with your mouth, I am a knight, I am here for the glory of the Duke, to make you tax-resistant people pay money."

"Then if we pay you the taxes, will you be willing to let him go?"

"If I can get the taxes I deserve, and you beg me a few times, I will definitely be in a very good mood, and if I am in a good mood, I will let him go, what do you think?"

"Okay, wait a moment, I'll have someone get you the money."

Just as Horn turned around, the robber knight stopped Horn's actions: "Wait, don't think we're fools, you go get it yourself, and bring it to us yourself."

Horn took a deep breath and suppressed his anger: "I know, 180 gold pounds, right."

"Hey, wait."

The knight called out again.

Under the gaze of everyone, the leading knight still wore a seemingly polite smile: "What 180 gold pounds, you got it wrong, right?

I have always been upright, and I will collect as much as I say, not one less, not one more, you are 21386 dinars, right?"

Horn stared into his eyes without speaking.

"I roughly calculated."

The knight said slowly, "It should be 400 gold pounds!"