Downstairs, all of Frank's men were disarmed, one by one tied together.

The tavern owner obediently knelt on the ground.

Gang Le threw Frank down,

"Keep an eye on them for me!"

"Yes, Lord Gang Le!"

The soldier took a thick hemp rope and bound Frank's legs, arms, and hands.

Knights should be given at least some respect.

Tightening the binding hemp rope was the best respect.

Gang Le lifted the tavern owner with one hand and dragged him directly to the kitchen,

"Spare me, Master!"

Gang Le held the old man tightly in his arms, his palm patting the tavern owner's slightly trembling shoulder from fear.

"Alright, stop pretending."

The tavern owner gave a awkward smile, "I was just afraid that someone would find out we're in league..."

"You did a good job."

Gang Le grinned and said, "Don't worry, your achievements will be credited to your family."

Originally, Gang Le had planned to withdraw, but changed his mind upon discovering Frank's scouts.

Gang Le had part of the group pretend to leave, while the others hid in the tavern's underground cellar, leaving the tavern owner to handle those scouts.

When Frank and his men fell asleep, the tavern owner sent word to Gang Le.

Gang Le led his men from the tavern cellar, rushed over, and completely captured this entire group.

The guards at the village entrance were also slain by the people returning.

In fact, if it weren't for that knight being cautious, sending someone to follow the tavern owner while cooking, the tavern owner wouldn't have had a chance to make a move, and it wouldn't have been so troublesome.

A packet of knockout drugs would have knocked them all out.

However, thinking about it, it's rather amusing; the cautious knight was drugged by his own attendant.

Gang Le thought it was amusing.

Gang Le's words suddenly made the tavern owner's eyes shine, "Master, can I ask how much..."

"I don't know the exact amount, but your two sons won't worry about food and drink before spring plowing."

Gang Le assured him, "Don't call me Master anymore; we have only one Master, Lord Luo De of Black Pine Ridge."

"Alright, alright, I'll remember."

The tavern owner bowed, "Please thank Lord Luo De for me."

The old man used to be the tavern bartender, but after Gang Le arrived, he caught the brewing owner, handing the tavern to the old man.

The old man's two sons went to Frost Leaf Town, while he stayed here to gather information for Luo De.

Gang Le looked at the tavern owner with satisfaction.

"You'll be in charge here in the future, and I'll send two more men to help you."

"Yes, Lord Gang Le."

The tavern owner said, then cautiously asked, "Lord, won't we be exposed after doing this today?"

"Don't worry, everyone who saw us come out of the cellar is dead, and the others will be taken away."

Gang Le said with a grin.

These men were all young and strong, destined to be brought back as laborers.

"Soon, I'll give you a couple of punches, and when your face is bruised and swollen, no one will suspect you."

"Ah?"

The tavern owner looked at Gang Le with a troubled expression.

Wouldn't his punch kill him?

Gang Le saw through the tavern owner's thoughts, smiled, "Don't worry, I'll go easy."

"Alright, alright..."

The tavern owner reluctantly agreed.

Subsequently, Gang Le swung his fist, and two screams erupted from the kitchen.

Soon, Gang Le hauled out the bruised and swollen tavern owner, cursing as they walked,

"Damn it, there's no food left; are you trying to starve us?"

"Lord, the food was taken by you before..."

The tavern owner with a bitter face cooperated with Gang Le.

"Shut up!"

Gang Le threw the tavern owner to the ground and pointed at Frank, ordering, "Go bring all their food here and make sure we get a good meal!"

"Alright, alright."

The tavern owner scrambled towards the kitchen to busy himself.

Gang Le grew a bit bored waiting and had the injured Ilan brought up,

"Tell me, why did you try to kill your Lord Knight?"

As soon as Gang Le finished speaking, Frank's men beside him widened their eyes,

"What does he mean, Ilan?"

"Ilan, you bastard!"

"Shut up, he couldn't have harmed Lord Frank!"

...

Angry, panicked, and surprised noises echoed around.

The noise annoyed Gang Le.

"Shut their mouths for me!" Gang Le shouted harshly.

The soldiers immediately acted, gagging the prisoners.

Ilan might have been feeling guilty, his head bowed like a confessing prisoner, unable to look up.

"It's..."

Ilan's voice was as thin as a mosquito, "It's Honier..."

"My family owes Lord Zane a lot of money, forcing me to work for him."

"Zane?"

Gang Le's eyes widened with sudden interest.

He didn't know Honier, but he knew Zane was the eldest son with inheritance rights.

Ilan pointed at a fat man behind them.

"It's him, Zane's messenger."

Gang Le strode forward and sized up Zane's messenger.

"Interesting..."

Gang Le pulled up the trembling Honier,

"Tell me, what's going on exactly."

...

...

Winter fishing is not limited to one day.

What Luo De participated in could only be considered a ceremony.

Afterwards, until it warms up, netting and catching fish would be a daily cycle.

Not just at the dam, but all along the River Bay upstream, wherever the water is over three meters deep.

Everyone loves this activity, even though the cold wind cuts their faces painfully, they all enjoy it.

It's not like work; it's more like a game.

Within just three days, Luo De had already harvested over a ton of fresh fish.

This kind of fresh meat in winter is particularly precious in the deep winter.

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