A Million Ways To Live In A Dungeon

Speaking of own father and his experience, coupled with Zheng Qian's friendly attitude towards him, Robert Jr finally opened the chatterbox and expressed the bitterness and bitterness of the past few months.

In short, he is the son of Roosevelt, the former Martial King of Eagle Valley.

Before that, he lived a chic life just like the ordinary rich kids.

The adventurers of Eagle Valley usually start learning at the age of 14, so Robert Jr is 15 years old this year and has just started learning.

Roosevelt has been the Martial King for more than ten years. In the past ten years, Robert Jr has been like ordinary rich children. Many rich men who want to cooperate with Roosevelt will turn the corner to please Robert Jr.

Prior to this, Robert Jr had always thought that adults were friendly and generous, and he was determined to become such an adult, punish evil and promote good, and be generous and just.

But about three months ago, Roosevelt was killed when he was carrying out a state commission in Eastern Sichuan.

This is the beginning of Robert Jr's miserable life.

First of all, Eagle Valley's death pension is many times higher than that of Eastern Sichuan.

But everyone knows that Eagle Valley's pension service for the fallen soldiers is not as good as that of Eastern Sichuan.

Why is this? The pension is higher than that of Eastern Sichuan, but the pension service is not as good as Eastern Sichuan? This sounds discordant.

In fact, there is no other reason.

Because Eagle Valley's judgment of "death in action" is extremely harsh.

First of all, you must be killed during the "offensive" in the process of performing the mission and after receiving the "offensive order" in order to be counted as killed.

During non-task execution, such as when retreating, or when the position is attacked by a sneak attack, Death does not count as a death.

Death in a defensive war does not count as death.

Because Eagle Valley's definition of death is death in battle for the country, the camp is attacked, retreated, defending positions, etc., which are not tasks directly ordered by the country, so it cannot be counted as death.

Then the body must be intact.

At least the main limbs of the head, hands, torso and legs can be found and stitched together into a relatively complete corpse to be counted as killed.

Being eaten by Magical Beasts or blasted to blast does not count as death.

Because in the formalities of Eagle Valley's death in battle, there is a step that must be able to retrieve the soldier's body and identify his identity, so that relatives can proceed with the formalities of death.

He disappeared during the last battle, and the body was recovered after a while, which is not counted as a death.

Because you can't prove whether he died during the battle or died after he disappeared.

Eagle Valley's laws are so "rigorous."

The death of Roosevelt was not defined as death in battle.

Therefore, when family members inherited the estate, they did not receive the benefit of inheritance tax for martyrs because there was no appraisal of death.

Martyrs’ inheritance tax is 20%.

The ordinary inheritance tax is 45%.

Moreover, the faction service contract signed by Roosevelt is thirty years.

After Roosevelt's death, due to lack of service hours, Buster appealed to the Supreme Court, sued Roosevelt for breach of contract, demanded that he pay compensation and won the case.

In addition, the Martial King usually has several commissions on him. Roosevelt was killed in battle, and the commissions that were not completed would also be required to pay compensation.

This comes and goes.

In the end, Roosevelt's 40-50 million inheritance was divided up by these interest groups, and there were even shortcomings.

The only resistance Robert Jr can do is to give up the inheritance.

Because inheriting the inheritance not only does not get a penny, but also has to bear the arrears.

Even the money that Roosevelt gave to Robert Jr during his death was deemed by the Supreme Court as an illegal transfer of property, which was completely frozen and used to pay off debts.

Just like many children whose parents die prematurely will mature very early.

Self-confessed that he has already seen the warmth and warmth of humanity, Robert Jr joined the adventurer industry, but was quickly beaten by the society.

Was tricked into selling a large amount of profit rights at a low price, and teammates were born to death, but the benefits were divided up by teammates.

Even in order to survive, they had to resort to high-interest loans.

In just a few months, Robert was born and died several times. Instead of making money, he became increasingly poor.

A descendant of Martial King?

In Eagle Valley, Martial King is alive, you are after Martial King.

Martial King is dead, you are nothing.

No one cares who your dead father is, and the country will not provide you with assistance for no reason.

No, to be precise, even if the state can provide assistance, if you have no way out, the National People's Congress that manages the intermediate links can perform some operations to eat up the assistance funds.

Robert jr got more angry as he spoke.

With tears, he chewed the food mechanically like wax.

Tears flowed from the eyes drop by drop, dripping down the cheeks on the hamburger.

Zheng Qian looked at this child and didn't know what to say for a while.

His father died in his own hands, and Zheng Qian didn't think there was anything wrong with him.

After all, Roosevelt was the enemy of Eastern Sichuan at that time. He killed so many adventurers in Eastern Sichuan. Wouldn't those adventurers have family members?

This is war, and there will always be people who will suffer, either you or me.

But one yard goes to one yard. Seeing Robert jr's bleak look, Zheng Qian was still a little sympathetic.

"Have you ever thought of avenging your dad?" Zheng Qian asked tentatively.

Robert Jr shook his head: "I thought before, now I don't want to."

"Why?" Zheng Qian was curious.

There was a faint indignation in Robert Jr's eyes: "The culprit is not from Eastern Sichuan. It is our Eagle Valley who attacked. Eastern Sichuan must also protect itself.

How can there be undead on the battlefield? It's just my father who died this time. Is Chuandong being attacked, do I have to ask them to stand and let my father kill?

Think about it, who really killed my dad? Are you from Chuandong? No, it's not!

It's Eagle Valley!

My father was born to death for their benefit, but they regarded my father's death as a shit!

The culprit is the Buster faction, the entire Eagle Valley system! "

He stuffed the last piece of hamburger into his mouth like eating the meat of an enemy, and chewed hard: "One day, I will ask those big people to pay for my father's death!"

What a simple boy.

Hearing these words, Zheng Qian couldn't help feeling ridiculous for his naivety.

It's not that he is overpowered.

Rather, he laughed at his ignorance of human affection and sophistication.

The basic guard is there, but the society’s human sentiments are not understood at all.

Only after helping him a few times, he actually let go of his guard and revealed his heart to me, saying so thoroughly.

Fortunately, he told me this, otherwise he won't live for three days.

But at this moment.

"Oh, it was here."

A fierce voice broke into the fast food restaurant.

Zheng Qian looked back and saw four or five heavily armed adventurers walking towards this side.

There is a long scar on the first face, from the left forehead to the right jaw, which runs through the entire face, like a red centipede lying on the face as hideous and terrifying,

Robert jr's face paled when he saw them.

The five adventurers went straight to Zheng Qian and Robert jr's dining table.

With a bang.

The lead adventurer slapped the table and shouted: "Be lazy here again? A new mission is coming, come with me!"

Zheng Qian frowned slightly unhappy, and glanced at their configuration.

Two gold grades and three mountain bronze grades.

"Who are they?" Zheng Qian asked.

"My teammate."

Robert Jr said, raising his head and saying to the adventurer: "Sorry Captain, I want to leave the team.

The division in the team is too low. The income of doing bronze missions by myself is two or three times that of doing Orichalcum missions in the team, not to mention that I am a silver-level adventurer and can take some simple silver missions. "

Robert jr's words made Zheng Qian understand that this group of people is what he just said, the group of teammates who don't pay him dividends.

The one with the centipede scar on his face is probably the captain, right?

When the captain heard it, his eyes were staring like copper bells.

He stepped forward and grabbed Robert Jr by the collar and pulled him out of the chair.

The force was so great that Robert was dragged off the ground with his feet like a doll, and his neck was slightly deformed by the collar.

"You kid, ungrateful! You forgot that when you were Black Iron, who brought you into the team?

At first I saw that you were Roosevelt's son. I thought you were a bit useful. Who knew you were a trash!

In this way, I also rewarded you with a bite of food. Do you want to leave the team now? Where is that easy? ! "

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