Lord: Exiled by Stepmother, I'll Rule the World Anyway

"There is also a horse hunter Doom. That bastard sneaked into the lord's backyard in the middle of the night, poked the stallion, and escaped the hanging by relying on sophistry. He is a very courageous pervert. Maybe you can let him serve as a diplomatic adviser."

Field nearly knocked the table over.

The special meow horse hunter!

The leadership was short of talent at night, and as for diplomacy, they couldn't play with the corpses.

Don't sneak into the horse pen in the middle of the night and pout your beloved horse.

"Let's talk about Tate." Field wiped his cold sweat.

After learning the information, Field came to Warden Tate and sat down unceremoniously.

"My name is Field, the lord of the Night Territory." Field crossed his fingers and said sincerely, "I need someone who knows how to manage and can read and write, especially someone who can control slaves and detect signs of trouble. I don't know about you. professional ability and whether it is competent.”

Tate is a middle-aged man with a beard who looks extremely determined: "I can read and write well. I learned it from an old monk when I was young. But the problem is, I can only manage prisoners."

"At least if you have something in common, I will give you a salary that is much higher than the market price, three times your original salary."

"That has to be a life flower. I have a wife, a daughter, and a mother. The Northern Province is not a place for people to go. It is an absolute place of death."

"The night leader is dangerous, there is no doubt about it, but if you are content with the status quo, it may be even more dangerous." Field spread his hands, "I heard that you are upright and have offended many people during your law enforcement, and your colleagues don't like you either. . I think his local gang has been ready for revenge, especially on your family."

"How dare they!" Tate's eyes turned red and he smashed the wooden wine glass angrily, spilling the beer all over the floor.

"Looking at your reaction, I know I guessed it right, and you know it yourself."

Field knew that this was a sore point for him: "Let's go and see the Night Territory. It may be a hell full of corruption, but it might be a little better than a hell full of corruption. In addition, to add something more, the Northern Province It’s not an absolute death place, at least I’m still alive.”

"You convinced me." Tate sat down dejectedly. He was worried that the thugs would attack his wife and daughter. "I just want to escape now. Maybe the remote cursed place is my destination."

Field then tested Tate's knowledge.

About a quarter of an hour later, Field laughed and put down a gold coin on the table: "This is the settlement fee. Find me at the inn outside the city before noon tomorrow."

Tate was almost blinded by the gold coin. Unexpectedly, the nobleman in front of him was willing to take out a gold coin after just chatting for a while.

"This is too much."

Now that Field has a lot of money, he immediately said firmly: "This is my sincerity, don't let me down."

"Okay." Tate stopped talking nonsense and left quickly.

"Sir, hehe, I heard that you are looking for talents." A scantily-clad woman bent over.

Field glanced at it, and his vision was taken away.

This ditch is really bottomless.

"Ahem, yes, do you have any recommendations?" Field continued subconsciously.

The woman hit Field with the ball, then pointed to her chest: "Put a silver coin into my 'treasure hole', and I guarantee it will be worth it."

Field was knocked dizzy by the cotton. He stood up quickly, kept a distance, and then reached out and handed the silver coin to the woman's hand: "Miss, I am only here for valuable information, not for fun. Please be serious. "

He was a man who rejected a "stunning dancer", so of course he couldn't fall into her hands.

The woman twisted uncomfortably. This was the first time she was exposed to the feeling of "serious" and "gentleman". She said: "Okay, sir, I have a carpenter client who is also an old friend. His name is Greyhound." , the handwork is very good. Well, I mean the carpentry work is very good. In order to earn more wealth, I want to try my luck elsewhere, maybe you can recruit him."

"Where?" Field stood up excitedly.

"He went to the Chamber of Commerce to find a job."

Just like the situation encountered by the Night Leader, the streets of Maple Leaf City were filled with domestic garbage and excrement, and the mixed rotten smell made people dizzy. Field rubbed his nose. Since he came to this world, his nose has not been comfortable for a day.

"Hello, I'm looking for Greyhound. I heard that he is looking for work. I think there will be a place for him in my territory." Field found the front desk of the Merchant Guild.

"Oh, you are a little late. He has been recruited by Kuchi, a businessman and economic consultant, and is about to go to Fulan City to build a stable for Lord Adrian Ross."

Adrian Ross, Field's younger brother, was also a perverted nobleman who killed the original owner's sweetheart.

The receptionist answered respectfully. Then, he was stunned for a moment, pointed behind Field and said, "Sir, Kuchi is here. Maybe you can pay enough gold coins to buy the carpenter."

Field turned his head, just in time to see Kutcher's frightened eyes.

Kuchi is a refined businessman wearing a fine linen long-sleeved shirt and cowhide boots. Just the woolen cloak he wears can feed and drink for an ordinary person for two to three months.

"You...you..." Kuchi thought he had seen a ghost, and tremblingly pulled his son beside him, "Valkyrie! Can you see him? Damn it, didn't Field go to the night leader? He’s back as a ghost!”

His son was also confused. He rubbed his eyes and stretched his neck, his face full of disbelief.

"Don't look so fussy." Field stepped forward and raised his eyebrows at the fifty-year-old businessman, "I'm not dead yet. Am I surprised or surprised?"

Kuqi was completely confused. In his impression, few people who entered the Northern Province could come out alive. At least, it would be impossible for those without the protection of the army and the Chosen One.

Therefore, after the Bull Territory proved that Field entered the Northern Province, the Ross family had already acquiesced in Field's death.

Even the rooms are vacant and used as temporary guest rooms.

We even invited relatives and friends to hold a mourning party for Field, where everyone sang, danced and played until late.

"Damn it! I have to tell Mr. Adrian." Kuchi exclaimed in a low voice, but as a mature businessman, he could still maintain a false smile on his face, "Oh! Thanks to the blessing of the goddess, I am very happy to see that you are safe and sound. My dear Lord Field."

The words sounded nice, but this old man didn't even have a basic salute and was extremely perfunctory.

"I'm also very happy to meet you, my brother's economic advisor." Field's mouth raised, but he did not mean to blame Kutcher for being rude.

Kuchi patted his chest: "You are still as kind as ever. I don't know why you came to the Merchant Association. If I can help, I will definitely be obliged. I think Sir Adrian will be happy to help. He misses you often."