Chapter 9 Visitor at Midnight

"Who does Sherman think himself is? Is that enough for giving us that wheat?"

The skinny young man kicked the bag contemptuously with greed in his eyes.

"I've heard that Sherman is the richest man in the country!"

The richest man in the country must be unwilling to come to such a remote place?

It was too embarrassing to leave there alone.

But it didn't matter. He could help the richest man in the country leave here and go back to the city to enjoy his glory and wealth.

In return, he only needed a few hundred, no, thousands of gold coins. It was not too much.

As long as they had money, even the land act couldn't confine them.

Most of the people following him were thin young men, and their clothes were covered with patches.

After listening to their leader's grand blueprint, they began to imagine their future life.

The sky was high as birds flew and the sea was wide as fish jumped. Even the damn land act could not completely restrict them.

They could live a luxurious life. They could drink wheat wine at will and have a wife.

They could live a comfortable life without worrying about food and clothing.

"Leader, what should we do next?"

"I will talk to Sherman..."

In the shabby house, they talked in a low voice.

There was no light in any house on the street after sunset.

Sherman also took a rest according to his working schedule.

In the middle of the night, he was awakened by a strange sound.

Dolores had already gone to check it.

"Sir, it's the villagers throwing stones against the wall."

Soon, Dolores threw the man who was tied up on the floor of the living room and reported to Sherman, "Do you need me to take him away?"

With sleepy eyes, Sherman put on his coat and walked out to see who it was.

He looked through the list of the villagers.

"Catlow Carl, loyalty -12, jobless vagabond, single."

A villager with negative loyalty?

Sherman asked Dolores to make a light and asked impatiently, "What's up?"

Carl didn't mind Sherman's attitude. He first looked at Dolores and didn't speak until he was satisfied.

"I'm Catlow Carl. It's not a big deal to visit you in the middle of the night."

Dolores was enraged by his stare.

If marquis didn't have something to ask, her attitude wouldn't be so good.

Sherman asked her to calm down.

"If you don't say anything, you can get out."

Facing Sherman's arrogance, Catlow Carl was obviously angry. "Marquis, your attitude is quite bad."

Sherman thought it was funny.

What obligation did he have to speak kindly to a hobo who disturbed his dreams?

"Dolores, throw him out."

He completely lost his patience and stood up, giving an order to Dolores.

"Throw him far away, out of the way."

Dolores understood and dragged Catlow out.

'Damn marquis, you will pay for your arrogance today!'

Catlow Carl swore, grinding his teeth.

He swore to himself that he would teach Sherman a lesson!

It was not until the next day that Catlow Carl was found and rescued.

Today, Roy didn't go out with the collection team and wandered on the street.

He found Catlow Carl was tied up and thrown in a remote corner.

It was a quiet corner.

"What's wrong with you?"

Catlow Carl threw the hemp rope on the ground and walked away, ignoring Roy.

Roy frowned.

Although Catlow Carl was usually idle, he had never been like today.

And who would have tied up Catlow Carl and left him here?

The construction of the millstone and oven was so busy that many people were also engaged in it.

It didn't take very long to see the rudiment.

Many people had sincere smiles on their faces.

Some people were looking at the building with gloomy faces.

"Catlow..."

With an unfriendly look on his face, Catlow shouted, "Be quiet!"

In this town of more than five hundred people, everyone knew how bad these gangs were.

To protect the children whose parents died, they would squeeze out some food when Catlow and others blackmailed.

Even though Catlow and the others were idle, they had lived till now.

"Catlow."

Roy walked over and found several hooligans standing in the corner. "What are you doing here? Aren't you going to help?"

Catlow snorted, "Mr. Roy, it seems that it's my willing whether I help you or not."

Since his parents died under the attack of fish monsters, Catlow had been indifferent to Roy.

Even when he talked to Roy, he was very confrontational.

"It's up to you whether to help or not, Catlow. But I heard something this morning."

It was about why Catlow appeared in that inconspicuous corner.

Roy calmed down and said, "Catlow, whatever you have done can't hurt the town or other people. Do you understand?"

It was not easy for them to wait for a leader who was willing to sincerely transform the Thorn Marsh, how could they let Catlow run amok?

This was absolutely impossible.

"If you go too far, I won't be the first one to deal with you, but the elders."

The respectable elders in the town would never be soft-hearted.

Catlow sneered, walked away with his underlings.

Roy could stop him from what he wanted to do?

Staring at Catlow's back, Roy felt something was wrong.

This morning, he brazenly asked Dolores, Sherman's servant.

Dolores said in an unfriendly tone, but under Sherman's instruction, she told Roy what had happened at midnight.

They didn't know the purpose of Catlow, and Sherman was not interested in asking, so he asked Dolores to throw him out.

He hoped that Catlow wouldn't go too far. If it was known to all, he would have a hard time in the future.

Roy prayed to God. He prayed that God would protect the Thorn Marsh and guide Catlow on the right path. He hoped that Catlow would not go astray.

In the silk weaving workshop, several women were chatting while dealing with the raw materials deftly, turning them into rough cloth or something else.

Sherman made time to build the army barrack, planning to start the recruitment tomorrow.

Sherman gave the army barrack a training manual.

As long as they do according to the training manual, he can train qualified town soldiers.

The corresponding weapons and armors needed to be made in the blacksmith shop and wooden room.

There were still too many problems to deal with.

He didn't know when his satisfaction increased if he would get the ores that he urgently needed.

Sherman calculated and heard someone calling him.

"Sir, can you come here?"