After the full level of all professions

Chapter 195

Hearing this, Director Elsie seemed to understand something.

Robb continued: "We now have a lot of nobles in Westwind Town. There are already seven or eight nobles headed by Baron Nolan. Once the fruit trees here come out and I want to give them to them, won't they break their heads?"

Director Elsie whispered: "You mean, let me be responsible for deciding whom to give to?"

"Bingo! I like talking to smart people." Robb smiled and said, "Anyway, you are in charge of the POW camp. You are also responsible for harvesting fruits and squeezing juice later, and you are also responsible for digging fruit trees. Someone will ask you at that time. How to deal with these fruit trees, you just tell them, I have given you full authority to "throw away" them. If you want to throw them in the ravines in the back mountains, you can throw them in the ravines. If you want to throw them into the house of any nobleman, then Throw it into which nobleman's house, so..."

Director Elsie understood at a glance. In this way, those nobles who want these fruit trees still have to take money to bribe Director Elsie?

What do you mean by holding power? This is called!

Although it is only a batch of fruit trees, it is a considerable asset, and the nobles must be willing to spend money.

He was still a little afraid that Robb was testing him, and said with a serious face: "I dare not accept this kind of money. I will be fair and strict, and carefully examine the qualifications of those nobles. Who is capable of running a big orchard? Give him these fruit trees."

Robb smiled and said: "I still understand the truth that the water is clean and there is no fish. Bribery is not unacceptable, but it cannot be overcharged. Moreover, accepting bribes cannot affect the actual work, and fruit trees cannot be handed over for more bribes. To the incompetent scum...Do you understand what I mean?"

Director Elsie really understands this. Robb's meaning is very simple. He can be allowed to make some money from it, but things must be done well.Robb allowed the collection of money if it was done well, and it was beaten if it was not done well.

Robb smiled and said: "Okay, go ahead, take bribes reasonably, improve your life, look at your clothes, they are all ripped, our public officials still can't be so shabby."

Director Elsie was overjoyed and said: "The officer understands that this matter will definitely be done for you."

A few hours later, the fruits on the hillside were ripe, with large clusters of yellow oranges, red apples, and purple grapes hanging.

Director Elsie immediately showed up with three thousand prisoners of war and ordered them to pick fruits, and a scene of enthusiasm appeared on the hillside.

At this moment, a group of refugees appeared on the road in front of the church. There were 15 refugees in this group. There were men and women. The men had dark complexions and looked weather-beaten, while the women were covered with gauze and could not be seen. How does it look, but the figure looks good.

They were all wearing ragged clothes and carrying large packages on their backs, presumably decorated with few belongings.

They had just entered the town from the people of North Town. After the guard guarding the town gate gave them a brief introduction to the religious precautions of Westwind Town, they let them into the town without any difficulty.

The pedestrian was a little surprised at how easy it was to enter a "war" town. However, they quickly picked up their spirits and wandered around the town, and then naturally, they walked to the vicinity of the church. I saw various fruits being harvested on the hillside.

A middle-aged man headed by him whispered: "What the hell is this? Why can apples, oranges, and grapes be harvested on the same day? Is the season okay?"

Beside him, a masked woman whispered: "This is really amazing. The world outside the desert is really rich. Fruits can actually be grown in winter. This is something our desert kingdom can't do. We only have summer. …Uh…Forget it, I can’t grow it in summer."

Others: "..."

"Stop talking nonsense, lock the target first." The middle-aged man in the lead whispered: "Look, under the tree over there, on the stone chair, that person should be our target-Robert, the controller of Westwind Town! "

A dozen people in the group all looked at Robb.

I saw Robb holding a long fishing rod and reaching into the small river next to him, fishing leisurely.

"This rubbish is our goal?" The masked woman was a little dissatisfied: "I can beat ten of these guys."

"Just looking at the appearance, I can hit twenty."

"Then I can hit thirty!"

The masked woman was angry: "Don't think I will speak first, you can add random numbers to the numbers I said."

Everyone stopped talking. After a few seconds, the middle-aged man who was still in the lead spoke and said in a low voice: "Don't speak big words, this man is not as simple as it seems on the surface. According to the information returned by the scouts and spies, This person knows the songs of the bard, the magic of the shaman, the magic of the witch doctor, the necromancer's summoning skeletons, the warlock's summoning the voidwalker... His abilities are so complicated that it is incredible! Don't be small! Look at him, otherwise, we all have a dead end."

A dozen people nodded together. As an assassin, the most important thing is to be cautious. You must not misjudge the strength of the target. Otherwise, you will not only be unable to assassinate your opponent, but you will also be ruined.

The masked woman whispered: "Captain, what do you think should be done?"

The middle man in the lead looked at the large swath of prisoners on the hillside who were harvesting fruit trees, then turned to look at the three hundred prison guards holding the prisoners, and there were many nobles and townspeople watching the bustle next to him.

Among them, Baron Nolan looked the most stylish. He was dressed in a master-class silk robe and held a staff inlaid with gems. His actions were very forceful, and he looked like a very powerful magician.

The middle-aged man whispered: "We can't do it now, otherwise, even if we can kill Robert, we will be besieged by these people. Look at the noble magician, who is very powerful. If we are surrounded by this group of people , Must only be a heroic martyrdom. We have to wait for the dead of night and when there are no others around, kill Robert silently, and then retreat silently. Remember, our task is only to kill Robert and rescue prisoners of war. It has nothing to do with us."

"understand!"

"Spread it apart, take a good look at all the terrain and buildings nearby. Study the lurking location before our assassination, and the retreat route after we succeed, so as to be silent, kill with one blow, and evacuate calmly."

The people next to him nodded together: "Yes!"

They were about to disperse. Suddenly, Robb who was fishing turned his head, waved at them from a distance, and smiled: "Welcome to Westwind Town."

Chapter 196

Robb has a good habit, that is, no matter how high his status is, he will greet everyone with a smile.

He does not want to become a decadent ruling class, nor does he want to become a superlative god. He does not want to look down on the poor just because he has money, and he does not want to look down on the poor because of his strength. To trample on the weak.

He wants to live like a person!

Therefore, no matter who came to Westwind Town, whether it was a fat sheep or a thin sheep, as long as he saw him, he would straighten his posture, show a kind smile, and give a warm welcome.

Usually Robb welcomes outsiders like this, it will make people feel like spring breeze, and Beier has face.

However, the fifteen assassins were shocked when they heard Robb's greeting. Several people's cloaks were instantly soaked with sweat, and the masked woman's eyes became sharp.

They can't blame them for making a fuss, because the lord of a town, the ruler above, suddenly greeted the refugees. In their eyes, it was really unusual.

It stands to reason that this kind of lord should have a nose on the top of his head. For ordinary refugees, I don’t even bother to look at it. Even a very kind lord, I can ask a few hands to comfort the refugees. It's up.

How can there be any reason to personally wave to the refugees and say welcome?

In this situation, there is usually only one possibility, that is, the lord’s sharp-eyed and insightful, he can see through their assassin status at a glance, deliberately puns, and said to them in a mocking manner: " You are welcome to die".

Everyone's nerves collapsed. Several people pierced their tattered clothes, grasped a dagger or a fist blade, and waited for the leader to give an order, and they worked hard with Robb.

Of course, they also know that if this situation is put together, most of it will be finished, unless the thousands of prisoners on the hillside also help their own group.

However, seeing those prisoners of war being escorted to work obediently, even their general Matura was there picking oranges like a second man, knowing that they could not help at all.

The assassins were sweating with tension.

Only the leading middle-aged man remained calm, and quickly whispered: "Don't act rashly. It's not certain that he has seen through us, don't mess around."

After drinking his men's gaffe, the middle-aged man bowed to Robb and saluted: "My father, hello!"

Robb smiled and said: "Where do you come from?"

The middle-aged man pretended to show a respectful attitude and said: "We are residents near the Crystal Canyon, driven by the army of the desert kingdom."

"Oh, that's really hard work." Robb said: "Look at your dark skin, you don't have much sun."

Robb is actually doing an authentic "Chinese-style greeting". Anyway, he is talking nonsense, such as "have you eaten", "go to work", "you are so tall" and other silly polite words.