Chapter 139 I roughly calculated that it should be 400 gold pounds
Early the next morning, just after daybreak, Sissi went to Chateau Joan of Arc accompanied by two guards.

Horn also got up early and began to practice the Knight's Breathing Technique with Jeanne.

To be honest, Horn doesn't have the talent to grow flesh by eating shit.

I've been practicing the breathing technique for such a long time, but I'm stuck at this level, unable to go up or down.

Just like when Horn taught Jeanne the multiplication table, if she remembered seven, eight, and nine, she would forget two, three, and four; and if she remembered two, three, and four, she would forget seven, eight, and nine.

Even so, you still want to learn from Knight Sifar, who can calculate the food supplies for an army in his mind.

Horn had only one small request for Jeanne, which was to synchronize the culture with the primary school students first.

Ever since yesterday's sunny day was replaced by black smoke, it suddenly turned cold today.

The gloomy wind swept through the gray clouds, making Horn shiver.

But he still maintained that twisted posture, breathing with difficulty, as if there were two hammers hanging in his lungs.

Horn could even hear his bones crackling.

But he still gritted his teeth and persevered.

Even though he had magical powers, Horn still needed breathing techniques to strengthen his body.

After all, Horn is now the head of Tu, so he has to practice. If he wants to perform shaman exercises again in the future, the endurance bonus brought by the breathing method is something Horn cannot give up.

Yes, the benefits of breathing techniques on physical strength and physical intensity are far less than their benefits on endurance and weight-bearing capacity.

You know, the white crystal steel commonly used by the Imperial Order Knights has a density more than twice that of normal steel, but they can move freely in armor and march long distances.

Sometimes the cattle and horses were exhausted to death, but the knights could still continue.

Of course, this is just a comparison between knights and mortals.

If compared among knights, the benefits of the eight-stage breathing method and the three-stage breathing method to the human body are actually not much different. The difference lies in the weight-bearing and endurance.

That is to say, when both parties are extraordinary knights, it is very likely that neither can do anything to the other, and they can only fight and test endurance.

When both sides are extraordinary knights, those who can still suppress or even kill the opponent with strong force are often called Champion's Decree Knights.

The only drawback is that they cannot have both mobility and combat effectiveness. When they reach the stage of ninth-level titled knights, there are almost no horses that can carry them in a charge.

There are only a few rare Warcraft horses, such as dragon blood horses or devil horses, with a starting price of 200 gold pounds each, and the average transaction price is around 800 gold pounds.

The subsequent maintenance costs are even more astronomical.

After completing today's breathing exercises and changing into clean clothes, Horn sat down in front of the pile of account books again and began to correct them helplessly.

However, as he was reviewing, he frowned. Something seemed to be wrong.

Before he could figure it out, he heard a hurried knock on the door from outside.

"What's going on?" Horn opened the door, and it was Duvalon. "You're so irritable."

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please come quickly."

Without further explanation, Du Valon grabbed Horn's hand and ran towards the camp gate.

When Horn arrived there, large numbers of refugees had already gathered at the gate.

They were shoulder to shoulder, pushing each other, looking towards the camp entrance, and whispering to the people around them.

Horn squeezed through the noisy crowd and arrived at the door. He was stunned at first, but then he couldn't stop the anger in his eyes.

At the entrance of the camp, a group of thugs were gathered there, led by an old acquaintance of Horn, who had asked Halkin for a debt. These thugs were dressed in rags, mottled cloth and worn leather boots.

His eyes were sunken in their sockets, and his hair was matted and scattered in a messy manner behind his head, as if it had never been combed.

In contrast to their tattered clothes, they held a variety of weapons in their hands, ranging from sharp daggers to heavy maces.

There was a twisted and ugly smile on his lips, revealing sharp, black and yellow teeth. He waved the weapon in his hand from time to time, which would cause exclamations from the refugees.

But this was not what made Horn angry. Behind them, there was a small tree, and beside the tree stood three knights who were dressed like bandits.

Sissi was tied to this tree by the villains, with her hands tied tightly behind her back with thick hemp rope and tied to the tree.

His collar was roughly torn open, the two lumps of slime on his chest disappeared, and his skirt was torn, apparently having been inspected by the bandits who did not believe in evil.

If Sissi was a woman, or if any of these bandits had different interests, she would probably have fallen into their hands.

There were clear bruises on his snow-white neck, his cheeks and eye sockets were swollen, and blood flowed from his nose to his chin.

"Are you the boss of this refugee camp?" Seeing the obvious vacuum of the crowd around Horn, a knight shouted at Horn.

"Where are the two guards around him?" Horn stared into their eyes coldly.

"Oh, you even knew he had guards. What? Are you in league with this horse thief?"

"These are our camp companions."

"No, this is not your companion." The knight laughed, "This is a horse thief I caught, neither human nor ghost!"

"Your Majesty." A new elder named Seamus walked up to Horn and said, "That's a nearby bandit knight named Snotlout."

"Who said I was a robber knight?" The knight among the villains and bandits laughed. "Look, this is signed by Bishop Burwerf. Because there have been many unruly people resisting taxes recently, the bishop hired us to collect taxes."

As he spoke, he pulled out a roll of appointment letters from his pocket, which clearly stated "Tax Commissioner - Antolinavska."

The signature on the letter of appointment was actually Duke Dane Kush.

"What do you want? Money?"

"What do you mean we want?" The snot-nosed knight puffed out his chest, "Watch your mouth. I'm a knight. I'm here for the glory of the Duke. I want you, the tax-resisting people, to pay up."

"So if we give you the tax money, will you let him go?"

"If I can get the tax I deserve, and you beg me a few more times, I will definitely be in a very good mood. If I am in a good mood, I will let him go. What do you think?"

"Okay, wait a moment, I'll ask someone to get the money for you."

Just as Horn turned around, the robber knight stopped Horn's action: "Wait, don't treat us as fools, go get it yourself and bring it to us in person."

Horn took a deep breath and suppressed his anger: "I know, 180 gold pounds, right?"

"Hey, wait." the knight shouted again.

Under the gaze of the crowd, the leading knight still wore a seemingly polite smile: "What 180 gold pounds? Are you mistaken?

I have always been an upright person. I will take whatever I say I will take. Not a penny less or a penny more. Yours is 21386 dinars, right?"

Horn stared into his eyes and said nothing.

"I roughly calculated it," the knight said slowly, "it should be 400 gold pounds!"

(End of this chapter)