However, the royal knights did not join the pursuit. The ones who truly gave chase were the seven enfeoffed knights. They had not gone far before they actually caught one.
The man was remarkably carefree. Seeing that he could not escape, he threw his leather pouch onto the road and knelt by the roadside.
Sir Ramai emerged from the middle of the group and slowed his horse. He used his spear to hook up the leather pouch, then laughed delightedly. "Ankle-Crusher Pol, I believe this is the second time I've caught up with you, isn't it? Are you still unwilling to come work as a steward in my village? If you're willing to be a steward, I'll leave half the money here for you. If you're unwilling, I can only leave you a third."
Hearing this, one could tell that even when they caught people, they did not truly go too far. Of course, if they really went too far, so many people would not be scrambling to join them.
Ankle-Crusher Pol, a middle-aged slicker whose nickname was obvious at a glance, naturally wore an obsequious smile. "It's all thanks to you, Sir Ramai. I was just afraid that it would be hard to find the money if it were thrown beneath the city walls, so I brought it back for you."
Sir Ramai was very satisfied. He laughed and casually tossed the heavy pouch back to the ground.
In theory, as a knight with superb horsemanship, Sir Ramai should not have found it tiring to lift a strong man with one hand. Yet Ergons could clearly see that he had just run out of strength, which was why he had thrown down the leather pouch.
How much money was in there?
Take Denar gold coins as an example. A