Chapter 53 Forced draft (2/2)

“How did the business turn so bleak in the town?” Shaar frowned: “How did they dare to act so unreasonably? Didn’t they fear that the people in the town would start to drive them out?”

In the past, this kind of thing happened before. Many years ago, there was a group of thieves who didn’t know their limits and occupied the town. They thought that they were powerful, and abused their power in the town while also collecting high taxes – As a result, the locals had had enough.

For most people inside Primal Wildfire Town, they didn’t care who controlled the town and managed it, as long as they did not cut uncles’ income source.

However, if you dared to act unreasonably? Ahem, there were no decent people in Primal Wildfire Town. Just by casually picking out two people, they were all ruthless outlaws!

As a result, the previous group of thieves started to think that they entered a flock of sheep that they could butcher without mercy. After having angered the people of Primal Wildfire Town, they suddenly discovered that they did not enter a flock of sheep, but a wolf’s den! In less than half a day, several hundred people gathered in Primal Wildfire Town and everyone was an outlaw. They stabbed and killed all those thieves and completely exterminated them. The head of the thieves was hung up on a big tree outside town and his corpse dried in the sun for a month. Finally, there was only half a skeleton remaining after the crows ate him!

After this event, no one dared to act unreasonably in Primal Wildfire Town.

You wanted to occupy Primal Wildfire Town? No problem. You wanted to manage it, also no problem. However, no one should interfere with each other!

It could be said that if you hung everyone in Primal Wildfire Town, there were some innocent people amongst them. However, if you killed half of the population, there would surely be bad people that would manage to survive.

For example, this one-eyed tavern owner, he was definitely not the friendly kind. On his neck there was a deep scar, which was caused by a knife. Because his throat was slashed, he could only speak in a hoarse voice. Moreover, Shaar heard that he was neither from Odin nor from Byzantine.

This one-eyed man was not from this continent, but from an Empire to the west, across the sea; the Atlantis Empire, or “The country of pirates”. This one-eyed man normally wrapped a kerchief around his head, and these kerchiefs were called “pirate turbans”. It was a typical way of dressing from Atlantians.

Tell me, would an innocent person have a knife scar on his neck?

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“Right now, they changed everything and took everybody’s business. Are the town people not going to respond?” Shaar asked puzzled.

“Of course there will be some reaction, but what of it?”The one-eyed man sneered: “This time. a whole battalion is stationed south of the town. Against a regular army battalion… it’s not something we can easily deal with. Moreover, don’t you know? It looks like there will be war between Byzantium and Odin! On the first day of the occupation, the Byzantines already started patrolling the streets. They declared martial law and many shops that were trading military contraband were asked to be temporarily closed. That they didn’t confiscate the shops could already be called well-mannered.”

“What……about the Powder Street?” Shaar asked embarrassedly the question he was interested the most.

The one-eyed man cursed and made a resentful expression: “Bah! These Byzantine dogs, took away all the girls from the Powder Street! They probably use the prostitutes to offer their soldiers frontier service; so we don’t have any rights! Too despicable!”

Shaar fiercely despised this guy in his mind.

You already had such a beautiful woman like Aunt Sofia, but you still harbour ideas of Powder Street ……Too shameless!

After drinking half the bottle, Shaar put the bottle on the counter: “Keep the remaining half here. I will drink it the next time I come! You better not steal it!”

The one-eyed man cursed and watched as Shaar departed.

Outside the tavern, Shaar felt somewhat uninterested about this affair in his mind. Whether it was Byzantium or Odin, no matter who won, it didn’t have anything to do with Uncle Shaar. He was neither a Byzantine, nor from Odin. Looking at it now, because Byzantium occupied Primal Wildfire Town, Uncle Shaar’s desire to buy some prostitutes got busted. Therefore, the Odin Empire had a more favorable impression in his heart.

He leisurely strolled towards the northern town square and prepared to leave town to go home. Just when we arrived at the square, he saw that a platform was built on the square, and a military officer stood on it while holding a rolled together iron sheet while shouting something, and under the platform stood around hundred people watching.

“30 copper plates! A month salary worth 30 copper plates! We also provide free food! This kind of job is not easy to find!! Such work is not easy to find!!” The military officer shouted: “Whoever is interested, come up! Hurry! It’s a rare opportunity!!”

Under the platform, a squad of fierce Byzantium infantries held their swords and shield while keeping the order there. From time to time, there were a few guys going up to fill out the application.

However, most onlookers stood there and just sneered.

They turned out to be recruiting porters…… Shaar was somewhat amused.

Looking at those enrolments, most of those registering were thieves and crooks of this town who earned their meals through cheating and stealing. Now that the town was deserted, these people didn’t have anything to eat anymore. The remaining townsfolk of Primal Wildfire were mostly infamous bandits and pirates. Who would do this physical work for you for only 30 copper plates a month?

After shouting for quite a while, that military officer saw only a dozen registered, but his plan was to recruit 100 people and he could not help but start to worry in his mind! Furthermore, those dozen people he drafted were physically weak, and he started to fear the results when he reported his accomplishments later on. When one’s heart got anxious, one could not help but give birth to evil thoughts.

Fuck, if they do not come, do you think this uncle was unable to force draft you! In any case, this is not a territory of Byzantium and the people here are not Byzantines……

He made a few glances at his men, and they immediately understood. Forcefully drafting strong porters, who did not know about such a thing? The squad of infantries drew their swords and started fiercely rushing into the crowd while beginning a commotion.

The crowd instantly dispersed just as quickly. Those Byzantine soldiers pushed and shoved while trying to forcefully draft people, creating a chaotic scene.

Just when Shaar passed by, as his luck wished, the military officer standing on the platform looked farther ahead and saw Shaar, before lifting his hand while pointing out: “There! That sturdy fellow! Draft him in!!”