Mage with knife

"Dick, do you have the nerve to say that? You ruined several of my granddaughters, granddaughters, and cousins ​​before you succeeded in breaking through just one granddaughter..."

"Rooney, be careful what you say! Be careful what you say! Alchemy, brewing, and medicine all have a certain success rate, not to mention breaking through the heaven-defying secret method of high-level practitioners? It is understandable that the success rate is low. It would be good to break through even one."

If he hits every target, Dick will be really crooked. Isn't that impossible?

"Rooney, we are all saint-level practitioners, and you still care about that kind of thing? What else is more important than the future of training?" As for how Dick helped Rooney's granddaughter break through to the seventh-level magician, the old method was the same.

, Dick is already familiar with it.

"Okay, we are nobles after all. We keep our word and won't argue with you." Are we nobles? On the surface, reputation is the first priority. "But...Dick, let's talk about personal friendship. We have a good relationship, right?"

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"Huh? Rooney, what do you want to do?" Dick looked at Rooney warily.

"Dick, don't be nervous. In fact, my sister is also very beautiful..." Dick's so-called secret method, the little granddaughter who broke through is indeed the most beautiful and elegant one. Ever since, Rooney believed Dick's statement to be true.

Okay. Ugly girls, don’t show off your ugliness.

"I wiped it! Isn't it? Rooney, your sister? She is hundreds of years old, right? You still have the nerve to say she is beautiful?"

"Dick, you misunderstood. She is my cousin. Do you understand, cousin? They are the same seniority, but they are older. She is only eighty-nine years old this year..."

"I wiped it! I'm eighty-nine years old, and that's all?" Dick wanted to vomit.

"Dick, you misunderstood again. My cousin is a ninth-level magician."

Oh, that's right. Dick thought he was a sixth-level practitioner. A ninth-level magician would have a lifespan of four to five hundred years, so eighty-nine years is relatively young.

"What's the benefit?" Dick said politely.

"A huge water-type holy-level sea beast." Rooney was so willing to give up for this cousin, and Dick was surprised.

"make a deal!"

Of course, Dick didn't know whether this thing would work or not, so he would be defeated if it didn't work. After all, he was a gentleman, so he wouldn't suffer.

In fact, there are many nobles from the Yalta plane, and Dick generally has a good relationship with the two Grand Dukes Rooney and Fanny. As for the other nobles, no matter how big or small, they obviously despise Dick, an indigenous Grand Duke from the Cape of Good Hope plane.

Getting on the pole is not a business, Dick would not lick his face and deal with those arrogant nobles.

However, it would be difficult for Dick to recruit those holy masters from the noble territories. After all, almost all the talents were loyal to those nobles in the early days. Even if you have grown into a strong holy master, loyalty is loyalty.

Breaking the contract is simply not allowed.

Ginobili was lucky. The noble he was loyal to was a baron. Dick gave Ginobili a title of marquis, which was higher than his original baron master, and he was able to get rid of the control of the baron.

However, once the talent turns out to be loyal to a title above marquis, Dick has no choice. After all, Dick's authority is only to confer territorial marquisship.

It is said that there is an earl title above the marquis (the title of an earl is lower than that of a duke but higher than that of a marquis). In fact, in the Snow Wind Continent, there is not even a single earl in the Fonseca Temple.

There is nothing Dick can do to recruit saint-level masters from the Yalta plane by relying on his title. After all, in Trust City, saint-level masters are from generation to generation. Except for Dick and Betty, Old Peter is a garbage saint, and other direct descendants

Next, those with the highest cultivation level are ninth-level cultivators.

You can't just count on Dick, the holy city lord, to take action for everything, right?

Fortunately, with Ginobili as a high-level saint and Torres as an intermediate saint, Dick can be more relaxed.

However, the number is too thin. Although Ginobili and Torres are very powerful, they are not invincible, right?

As for Dick himself, including his bloodline aura, he is comparable to a saint at the eighth level of artistic conception, barely in the ranks of high-level saints. Whether he can beat Ginobili is another matter.

In order to avoid accidents as much as possible, Dick decided to extend the frequency of the Holy Rank Battle. After discussing with Ginobili and Torres, the Holy Rank Battle will be held once a year.

Otherwise, it will be endless.

Of course Ginobili and Torres have no objections. Practitioners are warlike, but doing it too often is not necessarily a good thing, right?

Anyway, these two guys have made a lot of money from gambling in the past two years, so it's time to practice with peace of mind.

Only Dick is qualified to confer a knighthood. Dick said it was for one year, so it was useless for anyone to object.

However, holy battles will still break out from time to time on the cliff beach. Why? Torres is the best example.

How did Torres become the baron of the Duchy of Trust City? Didn't he show strong fighting prowess in the battle on the cliff and was spotted by Dick, who directly approached Archduke Rooney for the talent.

Therefore, if you want to get the title of the Duke of Trust City, it ultimately depends on your own fighting ability. It does not mean that you have to defeat Dick, Betty or Ginobili.

For a saint who was born as a commoner in the Yalta plane, even if you successfully obtain the lowest baronage title in the Duchy of Trust City, it means that you are completely free.

Even a fool can see that in Trust City, there is no sense of loyalty at all (not even a simple loyalty ceremony). The weird Archduke Dick even regards the old farmers and fishermen in the area as brothers, and there is no aristocratic class at all.

The mind of class.

For a commoner saint who has been enslaved by a noble lord for hundreds of years (what's the difference between being loyal to that thing and being a slave), freedom is truly as great as heaven.

"Archduke Dick!"

"Who are you……"

"Lord City Lord, the origin of this saint is somewhat troublesome." Noel, the leader of the secret guards, spoke. This is his responsibility.

"Tell me about it."

"This saint's name is Kanter. He was born in the territory of the original Chu Kingdom, a grand duke named Lineker, both from the Yalta plane. The grand duke of Lineker has a very bad relationship with the grand duke Rooney. Kan

The object of my direct allegiance is Archduke Lineker."

Oh, this is troublesome. Dick and Lineker's Grand Duke are not familiar with each other. If you want to grant a title, you must first cancel the allegiance contract with the noble you originally loyal to.

"Kante, since you can come to me, do you have any ideas?" This Kanter showed extremely strong strength in the holy battle on the cliff seaside, and then took the initiative to come to me. Maybe this guy has planned it long ago? Can he practice?

There is no fool who reaches the holy level.

"Grand Duke Dick, this is the holy spiritual spring water I discovered in a swamp on the prairie west of Chu State. Although the frequency of the holy spiritual liquid dripping from the spring water is very low, it should be enough to attract a Duke.

It's strong." Kanter handed Dick a sketch.

"In this case, the chance is not small." The noble creature always puts interests first. How can the scarcity of holy-level resources be compared to that of a mere saint?