It is rare in the town, and the two main roads that are deserted on weekdays are now bustling.

One farm cart after another was parked on the side of the road, and the dirt road was filled with small stalls.

The second Monday of each month is the market day in Wolf Town. Not only villagers from several villages around will come, but even Protestants who rarely come into contact with the old believers will also show up.

Because of this, Lieutenant Winters Montane put the trial, execution and lottery together today.

...

This border town showed her vibrant side today.

Travelers from several nearby towns came to the market, and farmers in the town also brought the excess agricultural and sideline products from their homes to the market to sell.

The honest farmer just lays a piece of cloth on the ground and places the fruits and vegetables picked from the fields on it and waits for someone to ask for the price.

The smart farmer is already asking his beautiful daughter to sell eggs along the street with a willow basket.

There were shouts, bargaining, and quarrels.

Because there are public trials and punishments for bandits - this is an incredible thing for farmers, and maybe they will still be discussed in twenty years.

So even farmers from neighboring towns brought their families to watch the fun, and the juggling troupe that was touring nearby also seized the opportunity to come and sell their art.

Everyone was scrambling to grab a good position, but the atmosphere in the town center was not judged at all. Execution and selection of militias should be as solemn as it should be. It was like a grand celebration.

The newly formed Wolf Town Guard is patrolling the streets to maintain order. Seven guards are wearing helmets and carrying long halberds on their shoulders, looking majestic.

The guards' weapons and armor were just bought from Revodan - Winters and Gillard also added some equipment to the town's arsenal.

It is rare to go to the county seat, so you must complete everything you can do at once.

The Wolf Town Guard now has seven people, two full-time guards, two half-year-old guards, Angru and Bell, and five part-time guards are militias selected by Winters from each village.

Although he is not a professional soldier, the young farmer wearing a shiny iron helmet and a new armor is also very heroic.

It attracted the eyes and whispers of many older girls and young wives, and also made their friends in the same village envious.

A young Dusak man hugged Vahika's neck and laughed and said, "Yes! He looks good after wearing this outfit."

For Sergei's sake, the guards in Dusa Village were given to Vahika Morozov.

"Stop messing around, I'm on duty." Vahika replied with a smile.

The young man Dusak looked up and down: "Did this guy buy this set from Revodan?"

"Of course, brand new, not even painted."

"When I finish today, I will lend it to me and wear it."

"I won't let you take it home, and I will return it to the arsenal after the execution."

"Hi, what's the matter? Take it back secretly."

A silver-gray horse passed by the two of them separately. Vahika, who was chatting, glanced at the silver marks on the horse's belly and shuddered in an instant.

After the convoy returned from Revodan, everyone in Langtun knew the "strong fortune" of Lieutenant Montane.

Vahika stood up quickly and saluted.

The lieutenant immediately nodded and continued to go forward.

"Oh, you have caused me a lot." Vahika said to her companion with a sad face.

"What's the matter?" the other party was puzzled.

"Forget it." Vahika urged her companions to go quickly: "Let's talk about it when you go back."

...

After a round of patrolling the town center, Winters found nothing wrong.

On the roadside on the edge of the town, he saw Gillard quarrel with a strange young man.

Seeing Winters, Gillard waved happily: "Lt. Montagne!"

Winters gently clamped the horse ribs and quickly stepped forward.

"This is the town resident of this town, Lieutenant Montane." Gillard said to the young man: "The business you want to do must be agreed to."

"Rising An! Sir!" Before the second lieutenant could speak, the young man said first: "Although my business is often treated and discriminated against, it is absolutely reasonable and legal. Please see, this is a charter issued by the garrison of this county."

The young man handed over a roll of parchment.

After reading the content on the paper, Winters looked behind the man again:

A few large tents on the side of the road, a sick old woman sat by the side to collect money. The ragged man lined up to wait in and came out with his pants.

"Are you a slim?" Winters asked, holding the saber.

"Sir, please don't say it so badly." The pimp had a flattering smile on his face: "I am just an intermediary, plucking the thread between a woman with a skill and a man in need."

Winters was too lazy to say more about this slick thing, and he checked the charter again. The wording did not look like it was fake, the paint prints did not look like it was fake, and the signature did not look like it was fake.

Watching the second lieutenant checking the charter again, the pimp smiled even stronger.

"I can't tell if a piece of parchment is true or false," Winters said lukewarmly.

The pimp's smile suddenly became stiff: "How could it be? This is a charter issued by Major Ronald of Revodanthan, who can you take a closer look?"

"Then come back to Revodan and bring me a letter of proof?"

"Sir, there is a hidden mark in this charter that can tell the authenticity." The pimp wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked, "Please let me show you."

Winters handed the charter back.

With his hands intertwined, the pimp secretly stuffed a bag of silver coins into the palm of the lieutenant's palm. "Is it okay now?" he thought to himself

But he never expected that the "anti-counterfeiting mark" that had always been unfavorable actually hit a wall this time.

Winters threw his purse in front of the pimp and asked coldly: "Don't you want your hands?"

The young man fell to the ground in panic, begged for mercy, and said incoherently: "Sir! This charter is really true, I was confused for a moment..."

"Wait here." Winters saw that the other party looked like he was fake, so he pulled Gillard to the public security site.

He didn't know much about Paratu's laws, so he had to find experts who were familiar with the law in this way.

...

The old beggar monk Rhett heard Gillard's story and put the concession in his hand on the table, laughing: "Palatu does allow brothels and brothels to be operated legally, and this time he really takes the blame."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! "I feel bad for the customs!" Gillard's flames surged into the sky: "I still have a serious illness in the willows! I don't know how many disasters caused by Dusak thirty years ago."

The old monk stroked his long beard and smiled and said, "It is also possible to ban them legally, and it is not difficult."

"What?" Gillard suddenly felt energetic.

"He privately occupied the land in the town and could seize their personnel, tents and vehicles."

"That boy is so terrifying that he specially set up his tent outside the town."

"The entire land in Langtun is public, what is the difference between inside and outside?" Monk Reed said lightly: "Besides, in a place like Paratu, practitioners must be checked regularly by doctors and issued certificates before they can go to work. After checking all the procedures, you can get rid of him if you lack one link."

Gillard was speechless.

Winters advised Lao Dusak: "I see that there are logging teams outside the tent. Those people live a miserable life and are surrounded by men. It is safer for them to have a way to resolve the situation. Moreover, the charter is not fake. Since this is the case, there is no need to use such means to make the pimp difficult. The best way is to let the residents of the town take good care of their children."

Gillard was silent, and the town office became quiet.

Seeing that Old Dusak was moved, Winters stood up and said, "I'll go and say to the pimp. Just let me get out as soon as possible after today."

Gillard nodded slightly.

Monk Reed called out the lieutenant who was walking out of the door: "Have you considered it?"

"Um."

"That's good."

The door was pulled open from outside, and Angru hurriedly said to the lieutenant: "Sir, the executioner is ready."

...

If the people of Lang Town violate the law, punishments below the death penalty can be determined by the garrison alone.

If the crime is committed, a three-person trial committee will be formed by the mayor, the garrison officer and the envoy sent by the county.

But criminals like the "Masshoe Ivan" bandit gang - they are neither residents of Wolf Town, but are also current criminals.

Then there is no trial committee, and there is no defense allowed. The charge has been established, and Winters only needs to be sentenced.

Winters habitually found monk Reed to discuss.

The old monk sneered and said, "What else should I do to measure the punishment? In the country of galloping horses, bandits and robbers are arrested for death. The difference is nothing more than how you want them to die."

"There is a child among the gangsters who are only in their early twelve years old." Winters hesitated: "I want to know if Paratu's law has a commutation of sentence for him?"

"No, but the right to sentence belongs to you. You can reduce the sentence as you want." The beggar monk was calm like a deep pool: "But how much do you want to reduce it?"

"exile?"

"Palatu was not exiled. Besides, where to exile? This is already the frontier of the Senas League."

"corporal punishment?"
To be continued...