Noble Emblem

City lord?

When Beta heard this, she was a little strange, but she still asked the waiter to invite the person in.

The city lord is a young man. Although he cannot be said to be very handsome, he is at least handsome. After he came in, he gave a meeting ceremony between nobles without being humble, and then said: "Nice to meet you, the powerful red priest, Lord Beta."

As soon as Beta heard this, he knew that the city lord definitely had his own intelligence network.

"My name is Darren, Darren Bush." ​​The young man smiled kindly and nodded to Shirley.

Beta asked him to sit down, and then said: "I am deeply honored that the Lord of the City is here, but this is not my home, so I can't entertain you properly."

"You are too polite." Darren said with a smile on his face: "The main reason I came here this time is to meet you. I have always admired your deeds deeply. Like you, you are not afraid of strong enemies and dare to fight with others. There are fewer and fewer nobles now."

Darren is talking about the situation that nobles now generally face. There are only a handful of nobles who are willing to fight on the front lines or to fight head-on. They now like to hide behind the scenes and direct their subordinates to fight and die.

Therefore, a noble like Beta, who not only dares to mess with the royal family, but also has explosive fighting power, is simply a rare person. Darren only knew of two such people, one was Glinton, a strong man who had been promoted to the legendary level, and the other was the red priest in front of him, Beta.

The former is a half-elf who is over three hundred years old. He has been promoted to legend and has at least a few hundred years left to live. The royal family is already considering posthumously naming him the Grand Duke of the Protector of the Country. However, this red priest looks young, but He has also done a lot of great things, and I don’t know which family cultivated the talents.

Beta replied humbly, and then said: "I wonder how the city lord knew about my past affairs?"

This question sounds very low-level, but those who know the secrets understand the meaning contained in it. Darren laughed and dismissed the problem, and then said: "What do you think of this city?"

how? Beta felt that the other party's question was a bit strange, so he asked: "What is it like? If you refer to the prosperity of the city, then there are few places more prosperous than this city."

"It's just that this kind of prosperity does not belong to its real owner."

After Darren said this, he looked at Beta with burning eyes, observing the other person's expression.

Beta knew the meaning of the other party's words. He just pretended not to understand and said: "You are the city lord. If this city does not belong to you, who else can it belong to."

Sometimes, pretending to be confused is also a skill. In just two or three sentences, Beta already understood what the city lord Darren meant, but he was too lazy to intervene in the battle between these noble forces. It's not a relationship with insufficient benefits, but a lack of time. He needs to establish his own territory first, and then use the power of the goddess Watkin to find a way to gain a place in the holy war. Therefore, he has no way and no intention to participate in the actions of other forces.

Time is very urgent for him now.

Seeing Beta's attitude, Darren chuckled and said, "It seems that Mr. Beta is not as passionate and brave as the rumors."

"It depends on the situation and the person." Beta smiled slightly.

What he means is that your city lord Darren is not worthy of me fighting for you.

Darren also heard that he understood the meaning. Although he was a little unhappy, he did not show it. He still smiled and said: "It is true that you and I are not relatives, but I believe that there is still fairness and justice in this world. In many things, it is not only interests that can make people take action.”

Facing Darren with stern eyes, Beta did not reply, but made a "please leave" gesture.

He Beta is not a fool. If it is really just and just, he would not mind helping after understanding the situation. But what Darren did was nothing more than a fight for power and gain. How could that be fair?

Indeed, from Darren's point of view, he is the "noble" city lord, but he cannot have even a little bit of decision-making power in the city. This is really hurtful.

Seeing that Beta was not provoked, Darren snorted slightly, stood up, and said: "I hope that the content of our chat will not be heard by a third party, otherwise..."

"Otherwise, what about?" Beta smiled softly, showing his strong mental power: "We are two master-level professionals here. I think it is true that the people on your side should not bother us."

Shirley also burst out with her own spiritual power.

Facing the mental suppression of the two masters, Darren looked a little ugly, but what was even more uncomfortable was his mood. The rumored Red Priest Beta can fearlessly fight the eldest prince for the sake of his friends and women. He is obviously a brave and strong man. Before Darren came, he was very confident that he would use provocation to persuade this person to side with him, but he did not expect that the other party would not be fooled.

What made Darren even more unhappy was that he was actually ignored. This Beta seemed to have no respect for him as the city lord.

Squinting his eyes slightly, Darren snorted softly and turned around to leave.

After they left, Shirley asked curiously: "Why don't you help him? If we can help him regain his position as city lord, we should be able to gain a lot of benefits."

"On the contrary, we are the first to be liquidated." Beta shook his head and said: "People like him have been suppressed for too long, and his desire for power has penetrated deep into his bones. The first thing he did after gaining power was to It is to take all the power into our hands. If we really help him, then we, the helpers, will be the ones he will deal with next."

Shirley's eyes widened, feeling a little incredible. She is a divine creature. Although she has profound knowledge, she does not know much about human nature.

At this time, there were noisy voices outside the window. Beta didn't want to pay attention to it, but the sound became louder and louder. He and Shirley couldn't help but walk to the window and looked down.

I saw a group of bystanders gathered on the street, but there were only a few people among them.

A richly dressed aristocratic young man, holding a beautiful woman in his arms, was laughing at a strong man who was being beaten by several servants: "Augustin, although you have such a grand name, you are so weak. Like a mouse, what's the use of hiding around all day long, as long as I find you!"

The beaten man was speechless and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Among the people around, some looked unbearable, while others laughed.

"Marilyn has been blind after following you all these years. You see, her skin has become rough, so it's better to follow me. I feed her milk every day, give her good food and clothing, and after a month of caring for her, she will become She must be as beautiful as before." The young aristocratic man grabbed the woman's chest and rubbed it vigorously in public. Not only was the woman not ashamed, but she even laughed wildly.

When the man named Augustine saw this scene, he spit out another mouthful of blood, became so angry that he fainted.

The servants who were beating him stopped immediately.

The young noble clicked his tongue in displeasure, and then said: "Why do you stop... Forget it, if I beat him to death, I will also have some trouble. Although it is not a big problem, it is still unhappy after all. Besides, such despair, Only after he experiences it a few times will I feel refreshed."

The arrogant words caused the surrounding bystanders to fall into silence. The young nobleman hugged the woman's thin waist and walked away with his servants, leaving only an embarrassing silence at the scene.

After reading it, Shirley's expression remained unchanged and she returned to her seat to rest. She seems very warm and kind on the surface. But in essence, her heart is cold. Her passion and knowledge only bloom towards Beta, or people and things related to Beta.

Beta sighed in his heart. Although he couldn't bear it, he had seen things like this a lot in the game. He used to take care of it once he saw it, but as time went by, he didn't bother to take care of it because he couldn't take care of it at all.

A few kind-hearted people lifted the fainted middle-aged man to the side of the road.

When Beta saw this, she also closed the window.

He thought this would be the end of it, but in the middle of the night, there were bursts of sobbing coming from downstairs. It was a strange sound that was made when trying to hold back oneself and crying loudly.

At first, Beta thought that the sound would stop soon, but after two hours, the sound did not stop, but became louder and louder.

Then it started to drizzle late at night, and the man's desperate and helpless cries penetrated into people's heads like the cries of ghosts, making it impossible to ignore them.

Some people with bad tempers got up on the spot, opened the windows and shouted downstairs, but no matter how they cursed, the man was still crying. After cursing and cursing, they were convinced and simply closed the windows and covered their ears as if they didn't hear anything.

Beta frowned a little. The man downstairs had been crying like this for at least three hours. If he continued crying like this, not only would his throat be damaged, but his spirit would also collapse.

He sighed, found an umbrella, and left the hotel.

The thin night rain hit the umbrella, and Beta quickly found the man who was kneeling on the ground, holding his hands on the ground, holding his pockets in his arms, and crying in pain.

There were two hungry dogs wandering next to the man, their eyes flashing green, just waiting for the man to lose consciousness and ready to feast.

Beta's mental deterrent burst out and drove the two wild dogs away.

Then he walked over, dragged the man by his collar, pulled him up from the ground, and with a force, threw him into a puddle on the street.

Cold water poured into the man's throat. He couldn't help coughing and interrupted his crying. Just as he was about to raise his head, he saw a young man with an aristocratic appearance. He suddenly became jealous and rushed towards him with a roar.

Just for a moment. He was kicked to the ground, and then his whole head was stepped on in the rain.

The dim candlelight filtered down from the nearby building, barely cutting through the night. In the drizzle, a heroic young aristocrat with red lips and white teeth held a white oil-paper umbrella, his face full of disdain and ridicule. He stared coldly at the strong man who was trampled on the ground, his tone full of coldness and arrogance.

"Is it worth it just for a woman, crying like a dog by a smelly ditch?" (To be continued.)