"Now, speaking of Poland and Germany, their words are the most effective, followed by the tools in hand. During these chaotic times, even the remnants of the old era must restrain themselves."
"Moreover, we're only borrowing a little money from them, compared to the wealth they've plundered from the countryside. Are we excessive?"
"Everyone is 'robbing,' only we rob openly, while they covertly rob with land and status. Back when I farmed, I paid plenty of rent to them."
When Chelvrad spoke so shamelessly, his followers thought to themselves, as Chelvrad's past was no secret. Since childhood, he was idle, later joining a gang, and eventually putting on a "dog skin." How could such a person have honestly farmed the land?
If Chelvrad claimed he had worked as a thug for nobles and gentry, it would be more convincing than saying he farmed.
Meanwhile, Rovtashenko, who was busy with the meals, angrily cursed in his heart: "Chelvrad and Radovich are both no good."
