British hegemon

Chapter 50 The Black Mack

Before Roger could even get up, the bald man at the table spoke first. He swallowed the food stuffed in his mouth, slammed his glass down, spilling wine all over the table. "That old bastard Gary actually dared to make you go out in person."

"Young Master Roger, let me go and drag that old bastard in to avenge you." With that, he picked up the one-handed sword leaning against the bench and made as if to go out and grab the man.

Roger quickly raised his hand to stop him, "Eat your food, I'm going out to check."

"Lord Roger, you are now a lord, how can you condescend to meet a commoner, especially since he has a grudge against you." The man with the ponytail didn't forget to address him as Lord Roger, mainly because he was worried that the other party had malicious intentions.

Roger waved his hand, subconsciously touching the small dagger at his waist, then got up and walked out of the Moulin Rouge with the maid...

With a worried expression and gaunt cheeks, the village chief of Lokzalan, Gary, was filled with anxiety, glancing every now and then at the entrance of the Red Mill. Behind him were two people. One was a freckled boy who looked like an apprentice, dressed in tattered clothes, leading a black chestnut horse; beside the apprentice was a girl who was wrapped up tightly and had tears streaming down her face.

Lately, Gary has become increasingly anxious and fearful.

When the evil young master Roger came to bully his daughter while he was away, he suddenly became enraged and knocked the other man to the ground with a single blow. He wasn't afraid at the time.

Since the other party had committed the wrong first, and was also a detestable second son, it was enough that he wasn't killed. So Gary simply gathered a few strong tenants to guard the house. Later, sure enough, a few thugs came, but he and the tenants beat them up and drove them away. After that, no one dared to cause trouble again.

Gary had long ago declared that he would file a lawsuit with the Lord's Court and have the Baron make a ruling.

But before the Baron could return from his campaign, a momentous event occurred on Arlen Island: the unleashed demon prince suddenly attacked and killed the pirate giant Ulf. Before the news reached Lokzalan, the night of the massacre at the pirate's lair took place.

As the village chief of Lockzalan, Gary knew how brutal and tyrannical those ruthless pirates were, but when Gary led a few daring farmers to sneak up on the abandoned mill in the early hours of the next day, he was so frightened that his legs went weak.

The grotesque corpses of those pirates still send chills down his spine to this day. Upon learning that it was the devil Roger who had personally slain them, Gary's previously calmed heart was suddenly thrown into disarray.

Then came the news of the Baron's crushing defeat and return to the island, and the deaths of both the Colin father and son knights.

Gary's heart sank into an endless abyss. Lord Colin's knighthood and territory had actually fallen into the hands of the devilish young master Roger. This was utterly disastrous.

Roger, now a knight and lord, was a demon who could easily defeat a commoner village chief. Now, even the Baron's Court couldn't save him.

Since it was a matter of life and death, Gary dared not delay. He immediately took out twelve pounds of his hard-earned money and asked someone to buy a fine riding horse from Ayrshire at a high price, intending to pay the price to avoid disaster and beg the evil Roger to spare his life.

This is the savings that Gary would have accumulated over five or six years.

As for his daughter's chastity, he was about to lose his life, so why would he care about that?

As Roger approached, Gary's heart leaped into his throat. Despite the sweltering heat, cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and he gripped the hem of his shirt tightly, trying his best to stop his slightly trembling teeth from chattering.

"You were looking for me?" Roger walked up to the group and asked casually.

"Oh~ um~ yes, yes, congratulations on Lord Roger's promotion to knight." Gary forced a very ugly fawning smile onto his distressed face.

Roger glanced at the sorrowful man in front of him, then at the girl and the black mare behind him, and had already roughly guessed the man's purpose.

"Are you planning to lure me out for another fight?" Roger joked.

Seeing that the other party was completely unforgiving, Gary was so frightened that he immediately knelt down on the ground. "No, no, no, I came to give you a congratulatory gift. This horse is very valuable."

Roger had just put away the saddle when someone came to deliver a fine horse, but he didn't even blink, only looking indifferently at the man kneeling in front of him.

"Lord Roger, I accidentally hit you that day in my haste. Please spare my life. I am willing to pay any price."

When Gary said "at any cost," he closed his eyes and lowered his head in pain. The girl behind him, with tears in her eyes, took a half step back in fear.

Roger bypassed the trembling man, strolled up to the girl, and said in a low, cold voice, "Wrapped up so thickly, who are you trying to protect yourself from?"

The girl remembered that noon when, if her father hadn't returned in time, this evil spirit would have humiliated her.

But two months later, in order to save her family's lives, she had no choice but to offer herself up to be bullied. The pain of being powerless to resist tore the girl's heart apart.

Tears welled in her eyes as she glared at Roger, then reached up to untie the drawstring of her cloak. As the cloak fell away, her breasts, visible through the thin fabric, were indeed firm and prominent.

Roger smiled slightly, raised his hand, and slowly extended his palm.

The girl closed her eyes, biting her lip, awaiting the humiliation to come; her breasts rose and fell deeply with her rapid breathing.

A moment later, I felt nothing.

Another breath passed, and I still felt nothing.

A while had passed, but the devil's hands still hadn't touched his body.

The girl couldn't help but slightly open her eyes, but there was no one in front of her.

He opened his eyes and glanced to the side. The devil in front of him had moved to the black mare's side and was gently stroking the horse's mane.

Roger liked the horse, even though its black bay coat didn't make it look noble.

Aside from the black warhorse that Baron John remembered, this was the largest and most magnificent horse Roger had ever seen here.

The black bay horse has a rare shoulder height of sixty inches, a long neck, a body length slightly greater than its height, long and sloping shoulders, a straight back and loin, a long and well-shaped rump, and long and dry limbs.

This is a typical riding horse, with a light and agile gait, and a good balance of strength and speed. It is an excellent riding horse, but it still falls short of the standards of a warhorse.

However, Roger knew very little about horses. He simply thought that this black bay horse had a high shoulder, long body, slender limbs, and a glossy coat, and intuitively considered it to be a good horse, which basically matched his understanding of European fine horses.

Roger gently patted the black chestnut horse, concealing his joy, and said seriously to Gary, who was waiting for his fate, "Are you asking me to choose between the two?"

Gary didn't dare to answer, which was taken as an admission.

"What if I want both?" Roger looked at the girl next to him with a mocking expression, and the girl couldn't stop her tears.

Gary, kneeling on the ground, closed his eyes, his face filled with pain and helplessness.

"Alright, I'll take this horse. You can leave now."

Gary couldn't believe that young master Roger had really let his daughter go, but he didn't dare to delay for a moment. He quickly got up, grabbed the girl's hand, and tried to escape.

"Wait a minute." Roger remembered something and called out to Gary.

Gary's heart skipped a beat, thinking Roger was going to back out, and the tension he had just relaxed immediately tightened again.

"Your wine is quite good. From now on, send a barrel to Milk House Manor every week, and my butler will pay the price."

Gary's heart suddenly settled, but his teeth chattered even more as he replied, "Okay, okay, Mr. Roger. No money, no money at all."

He quickly grabbed the still-dazed girl and hurried away.

"Take my horse over there and feed it some oats and black beans," Roger called out to the horseman at the Moulin Rouge.

The flamboyant horseman immediately ran over, beaming, and took the reins from Roger's hand...