British hegemon

Chapter 13 Killing the Sea Pirates

If it were the original Roger, he would have just bowed his head and endured the insults or a couple more slaps, but this time Roger glared with his narrow eyes, showing no fear of the hunting knife in the burly man's hand.

The burly man, seeing the little bastard in front of him with such a fierce look, felt a surge of malice rise within him. He slowly raised the tip of his hunting knife and pressed it against Roger's temple.

The scene from his past life flashed before his eyes, and Roger's killing intent surged. He suddenly grabbed the small, sharp knife on the wooden table, raised his right arm sharply, and thrust the knife upwards without hesitation.

The moment the knife came at him, the burly man sensed the danger, his face showing shock and fear. He instinctively stepped back to dodge, but it was too late.

Roger thrust his knife with all his might, plunging it into the burly man's throat just below his chin. However, the man pulled back slightly, and the knife missed the vital trachea and carotid artery.

The burly man was both in pain and furious, and he roared.

Without a second thought, Roger instinctively made his next move, striking the strong man's right elbow with his left arm, knocking the man's right arm holding the knife away, and at the same time pushing hard against the blade, putting all his strength into the half-foot-long blade.

As the dagger pierced the burly man's head from bottom to top, a stream of blood gushed from his open mouth and splattered onto Roger's face.

Roger tossed his head to the side, but his hand continued to thrust the dagger upwards, and the bright red blood gushing from the burly man's neck flowed straight down Roger's right arm.

For a fleeting moment, the dagger encountered an obstacle, but it quickly passed through, until the burly man's eyeballs seemed about to explode. He saw the tip of the dagger emerge from the man's eye socket, covered in blood and foam.

The burly man's waving hand fell limp, his whole body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud, his limbs twitching slightly.

Everything happened so suddenly that no one had time to react.

When the nearest "half-penny" waitress let out her first scream, everyone in the hall was jolted awake. Several timid diners shouted "Murder!" and ran out of the Moulin Rouge with their heads in their hands.

The strong man had already died, but the danger was not over.

The two pirate henchmen who had been watching the commotion from the sidelines also realized what had happened. Seeing that their leader had been stabbed to death, they immediately drew their short swords and prepared to fight Roger.

Roger grabbed a clay pot from the table and smashed it at one of the pirates charging forward. The pot shattered on the pirate's head, shards and leftover wine covering his face.

Almost as he smashed the pottery jar, he bent down and pulled a short-handled axe from the waist of the corpse on the ground. Pointing the axe at another pirate who was about to charge forward, he shouted, "Come on if you're not afraid to die!"

Seeing that the other party had instantly killed the chieftain and was now armed with a weapon, the two pirates dared not advance any further and simply stood facing each other with their swords drawn.

Roger glanced around the hall, his mind racing, and then shouted, "I am ordered by Master John to kill the traitor Wolf and those who have been coerced by the traitor. The Baron will also be richly rewarded."

Upon hearing this, although no one in the hall dared to move, the two pirate henchmen suddenly felt a murderous aura lurking around them. They began to look around in fear, and the swords in their hands trembled slightly.

Just when everyone was at a loss, the girl with the ponytail who had been spat on in the face was the first to respond.

He scrambled to his feet, grabbed a low stool from beside the wooden table, pointed it at the two men, and loudly proclaimed, "They're pirates! Catch them and you'll get a reward!"

Seeing that the two pirates had begun to retreat, the bald man finally mustered up his courage, raised the earthenware pot in front of him with both hands as if to smash it, but he still didn't dare to take a step forward.

With three opponents already present and danger surrounding them, the two pirates were completely at a disadvantage, and their sword-wielding hands trembled even more violently.

Just as the atmosphere was about to reach freezing point, the pirate who had been hit by the pottery jar couldn't hold back any longer. He suddenly turned around and tried to escape before everyone could react.

Faced with the raging crowd, the other pirate dared not linger. He threatened the crowd with a show of bravado, then retreated step by step to the door, turned around, and rushed out of the Moulin Rouge.

By the time Whiteface John arrived at the Moulin Rouge with the one-armed old sheriff and three temporary guards, the two pirate henchmen had already vanished outside the town...

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"Sea Wolf" was stabbed to death in court, and the pirate henchmen fled to report the news, leaving Brodick Castle vulnerable.

Many people worried that the pirates would band together and storm the town to avenge their pirate leader.

In Brodick, every house had its doors and windows tightly shut, and most of the Moulin Rouge customers had left.

The scene at the bottom of the hall stairs was truly horrifying. The corpse on the ground had already stiffened, and foul-smelling blood had been spilled all over the ground. The sharp knife used for cutting flesh was still stuck in the corpse's head, and the wide-open eyes were about to burst.

Beside the body, Roger's robe was stained red with splattered blood, and his entire right arm was crimson. Gradually congealing blood dripped from his fingers onto the ground, creating a pool of blood.

Leaning against the entrance of the Moulin Rouge, John the White-faced man looked ashen-faced; had he not been standing by the door, he might have collapsed to the ground long ago.

"You're too late." Roger lifted his gaze from the corpse and looked at the pale face at the door, a twisted smile appearing on his face.

"You...you...you've gotten yourself into big trouble!" John's voice trembled slightly. "The pirates will definitely come back for revenge. You're going to die."

Roger glanced contemptuously at the pale-faced John. "I'm on your orders to ambush the pirates. They'll kill you too."

"What? You bastard! How could I..." John looked around and quickly shut up.

There were a few daring diners and waitresses left in the room to watch the spectacle. As the future ruler of Arun Island, he shouldn't show his fear of the pirates at this time.

"What's the use of being afraid now that you've already killed them all? You should think about how to deal with the impending slaughter."

"You're temporarily in charge of the lord's affairs now, so don't let anyone look down on you." Roger picked up a ceramic jar and used the remaining wine inside to wash the blood off his right arm, his tone sounding like that of an outsider.

After a quick rinse, Roger began to crouch down and search the corpse. He picked up his hunting knife and sheathed it, while the Viking axe, black-sheathed dagger, and well-made belt were taken off and placed on the table.

He touched the corpse a few times, then reached into the sleeveless leather armor and pulled out a coarse cloth money bag, which made a crisp sound as it was heavy. He placed it on the table as well.

Roger then pulled out a razor, an oilstone, and a flint and steel, but he didn't care about any of them and casually threw them back onto the corpse.

After searching for a while, Roger got up and glanced to the side. The toothless gray rat had long since run away in fright, leaving only the bald man in green clothes and the man with the ponytail, both looking terrified.

Roger stared at the two men, raised his chin, and pointed at the corpses on the ground. "What are you standing there for? They're dead. Give me the leather armor, and the rest are yours."

The bald man and the ponytail stared at each other for a moment, then rushed over to the corpse and began skinning it alive.

"Madman, madman!!" White-faced John couldn't stand it any longer and screamed as he fled the Moulin Rouge, this bloody hell...

The set includes a quarter penny and a half penny, a whole penny, a florin gold coin, a Venetian gold coin, and gold coins from Genoa and Naples, plus a slightly larger French gold coin.

Several privately minted silver coins, much larger than pennies, were mixed with some crudely made non-pure silver Luxembourg coins. The table in front of Roger was already filled with gold and silver coins of various shapes, styles, and denominations.

The mess of currency suggests that the corpse on the ground had traveled to many places and robbed many innocent merchants, fishermen, and farmers.

Thinking that he had rid the common people of this era of a great scourge, the slight unease he felt after killing someone had completely disappeared.

There were about three hundred coins on the table. Roger could only vaguely recall the names of the silver pennies and two types of gold coins, and he had no idea how to estimate their value.

He picked out six florins and Venetian gold coins, along with six thin gold coins he didn't recognize, and divided the remaining coins on the table into three roughly equal piles.

After finishing these tasks, Roger looked up at the two men beside the corpse.

The corpse on the ground was stripped naked, the sleeveless leather armor was placed among a pile of short axes and daggers, and the rest of the items had already been divided up.

The bald man received the set of coarse black trousers, a black coat, and underwear. He didn't care about the bloodstains on his clothes at all. He took off his original green sweater, put it on, and tied it around his waist with a straw rope. At this moment, he stuffed the razor, oilstone, and flint and steel into his bosom.

The man with the ponytail put on the high-top black leather riding boots, and a black wool cloak covered the flesh exposed under the tattered clothes. He was quite bold; he pulled the sharp knife out of the corpse's head, wiped the blood off the green clothes the bald man had discarded, and stuck it into the riding boot.

Roger muttered under his breath, "What a talent!"

"Two warriors." Roger beckoned the two over.

"Young master, you can have the meat and the soup. I'll keep these gold coins, and you can each take a portion of the rest of the money."

"The rest is for Mrs. Kate. We killed someone here, disrupted her business, and now we've had to trouble her to clean up the mess. Consider this money as compensation."

Surprises kept coming one after another; the two thugs' eyes widened and they couldn't help but grin.

Seeing that the two thugs had each taken their share of the money, Roger ignored the remaining pile, glanced at the two men beside him, and said, "The stuff's divided, and the money's taken. Now, you two, let's think about how to save our lives."

The evil spirits in the Colin family have once again caused a catastrophe, and bad news has swept through Brodick Town like a tornado...

As night fell, Brodick had never been so quiet. The atmosphere was so eerie that even the stray dogs outside the town dared not make a sound. The townspeople with any assets had packed up their valuables and hidden in Brodick Castle, whose gates were tightly shut.

Almost all the able-bodied men in Brodick and the castle had followed Baron John on his expedition, and in the rush, there was simply no way to gather enough soldiers to defend the city.

The half-armed sheriff, who was over fifty years old, had to send all five of his guards to patrol the fortress walls, and then divide eleven hastily organized middle-aged men into two groups, who took turns going up the fortress walls to assist in the defense, armed with sticks.