The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1134 - 341: Big Fish Eats Little Fish

The priest also coughed lightly, seemingly trying to smooth things over, but in reality, he was taking sides.

"Mr. Seine, I have to say, you can't include the money spent on buying seeds every year as part of the land's cost, can you? If you calculate it like that, the contribution the Devor family made to this land would be more than tens of thousands of gold coins, perhaps even hundreds of thousands."

Seine looked fearfully at those stern and solemn visitors, wanting to fight for himself a bit more, but he couldn't speak and could only argue in vain, "But sir, no matter how bad this land might be, it's worth more than this price... 1000 gold coins is really too little. Selling it to you at this price, not to mention me working for nothing all these years, even my father—"

Ralph took off his leather gloves and gently stroked the horse's neck, saying nonchalantly, "Seine, I am buying not just the land, but also the mercy of helping you repay your debt. If you are not willing to accept, I think things will soon become unpleasant."

Upon hearing this, Seine's face turned even more ashen, knowing he had no choice. His voice gradually lowered, "Please have mercy, considering my grandfather once cultivated this land, give me some more leeway..."

"Mercy also has its limits, Seine." Devor's smile was sinister, and his gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, fixed on the farmer, "The price cannot exceed 1000 gold coins."

Seine was at a loss, looking helplessly towards the priest and the judge for assistance, but their expressions were indifferent, as if this matter had nothing to do with them.

Indeed, this matter had nothing to do with them; they were merely acting as witnesses to this transaction.

Just then, outside the farm behind Devor, there was suddenly a commotion, as if some unexpected guests had intruded, and Seine couldn't help but look in the direction of the noise.

The sounds drew closer, and three strangers from the city appeared on the path outside the farm.

They rode on thin horses, their expressions excited with a touch of the slyness typical of speculators.

Their eyes clearly showed great interest in this land, and there was a hint of impatience in their brows.

Hope rekindled on Seine's face.

However, just as his hope was igniting, the baron's servant became alert.

A tall and burly servant stepped forward, grabbing the reins of the lead horse fiercely, shouting, "Stop! This is private property; it's not a place you can trespass freely!"

Unexpectedly, these countryside folk were so rough, and the citizens from the Holy City were taken aback.

But when he saw that the others were unarmed, his courage grew, and he glared back pretentiously.

"Private property? Has it been sold already? I see the sign at the entrance hasn't changed."

"That's right, we just heard that the farm was for transfer, so we came to have a look," the visitor clearly did not expect to be treated so harshly, a bit displeased, "What, do we not even have the right to take a look?"

The servant standing beside sneered, saying nothing, suddenly snapping the whip in his hand.

The three pack horses weren't of a quality breed, frightened into retreating several steps, almost throwing their riders to the ground.

Watching the embarrassed citizens, several servants laughed with reckless abandon.

"Haha! Those who can't even ride a horse properly! They dare come here causing a scene!"

"Go back home to your mothers while they're still alive, while you can still walk out intact!"

Several silent guards had already drawn their daggers.

They wouldn't kill for such matters, but taking down a couple of horses was nothing. Even if the City Defense Army caught them, Master Devor would take care of their families.

Their ancestors had lived on Baron Devor's estate for generations, and if it were for Baron Devor that they broke the law, their families would not feel shame but pride.

Those three citizens who lived under the Emperor's feet had never seen the like of this, their faces turning pale immediately, turning their horses around without a word and leaving, not daring to linger even for a moment.

They were here to make money, not to risk their lives. If they lost their lives, what good would winning a lawsuit do them?

Surely they wouldn't complain to Saint Sis...

Watching those three young men fleeing in fright, Seine's face turned even paler, looking hopelessly at the judge beside him.

However, this respectable gentleman merely shook his head, expressing his dissatisfaction with those rude servants with only a phrase, "Saint Sis above..."

Saint Sis above...

He could recite this phrase too, and had done so ten thousand times, but what use was it?

"You hillbillies! Unruly wretches! You'll get what's coming to you sooner or later!"

"Go to hell, all of you!"

There came one or two curses from afar, those three young men retreated to a safe distance before daring to speak up.

But when they saw a servant taking out a crossbow from the back of the carriage, they immediately turned pale and fled again, leaving this troublesome place in embarrassment.

They really shouldn't have come here.

Trying to purchase land in White Dew District is not nearly as simple as trading on Loyalty Street—handing over money, receiving the stamped tax receipt, and then declaring one's ownership of the land.

They must first settle with either the nobles, priests, or the courts, and then gain the acquiescence of the other two.

Otherwise, if anyone questioned the legality of the transaction and produced a piece of parchment that seemed aged, there would be endless entanglement.

Land consolidation towards the end was often like this, with the intertwined local order squeezing together like a fist, and then the big fish eats the little fish.