Noble Emblem

Smelling the smell of burnt meat in the air, and looking at his dozens of wailing men lying on the ground, Bush stood up from his chair. Although the situation in front of him was obviously unfavorable to him, he did not feel much surprise or even fear: "A powerful noble master, okay, you win, what do you want me to do?"

"Help me find out what strange things have happened in Caronte City recently, such as mummies, strange noises, and women who have disappeared inexplicably." Beta threw out a cloth bag with many gold coins and a lot of silver coins in it. : "This is your reward for doing things for me."

"You are a powerful and generous noble man, I have no reason to refuse." Bush Sr. smiled slightly on his deadwood-like face, but there always seemed to be a strange sarcasm in it: "I will let my men take care of the entire Caronte." If you turn over Johto, you will definitely find the clues you want."

"Sorry to trouble you." Beta said a polite word as usual, as if the atmosphere between the two parties was extremely friendly and the big men lying on the ground were not his handiwork.

When things are done, it’s natural to leave.

Bush watched Beta leave, and then continued to look up at the sky. The big men lying on the ground stood up one after another after wailing for a while. Although their blood and energy were not very good, their bodies were all slightly injured, and no one was seriously injured. .

"The noble Lord has kept his hand." The sneer on Bush's face became more and more obvious: "Do you see, this is the difference between professionals and non-professionals. You little guys, thinking that you have the strength in numbers, you have taken advantage of a few Dirty Water Street is an amazing professional. He can beat a dozen of you at random. He has no knowledge at all, and he actually dares to instigate me to attack the city lord's palace."

The cold sneers made these big men feel downcast.

Bush laughed and said, "The money has been thrown away by others. It's up to you whether you can handle it or not. I don't have a few days to live anyway. You are all still young and you should understand that there will be a bright future in the future, even if you don't. You have a future, and at least you still have life to enjoy it, but if other people’s money is put down and you don’t work, hey, you can all figure out the consequences.”

"I'm just not convinced. Why are those aristocratic men worth tens of thousands of people when they are born? Why are we poor people just giving to others when we are born?"

"That's because other people's ancestors are so powerful." Bush Sr. laughed strangely: "After many generations of hard work, their descendants can now become nobles and enjoy it, but your ancestors are all idiots, idiots, no Enterprising, naturally you are suffering and you have to blame your ancestors for not living up to expectations. Of course, if you are still like this, your descendants will also blame you for not living up to expectations."

Class consolidation in this world is quite serious, but it’s not to the point where there’s no progress at all. Ordinary people can also send their sons to knights to become knight apprentices, magic apprentices, or merchant apprentices to learn things. If they work hard enough and are not too stupid, they will naturally be favored by the nobles and train them more. After all, nobles It also requires loyal subordinates.

As long as they accumulate slowly over several generations, they can survive the noble status. The next step is to see how the detainees work hard to obtain more resources and become more powerful.

Moreover, in this world, every one or two hundred years, there will always be a big melee. At that time, there will be a big class reshuffle, and it is the time when civilians can most easily get ahead.

Of course, it is also the most miserable time for civilians.

The saying "I would rather be a peaceful dog than a man in troubled times" has been a bloody lesson for thousands of years.

The ten big men sighed, helped each other and left. Bush Sr.'s cabin suddenly returned to tranquility. He sat in the rocking chair. After a while, a young man walked in from outside. He looked about sixteen or seventeen years old. He had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. He looked like a handsome boy at first glance. But There was a bit of indifference on his face, as if he had seen through the world, which somewhat destroyed some of his temperament.

"Father, you are looking for me"

"Yeah." Bush Sr. nodded, looked the young man up and down, and then sighed: "You are stronger, but you are wasting your strength, you know?"

"I know, but opportunities are created for those who are prepared. As long as I slowly get stronger, one day I will get a chance to become a professional." At this point, the young man's face was revealed A little murderous intent.

Bush Sr. sighed and said slowly: "I know you are obsessed with revenge, but some things are really not something ordinary people can handle. But you are right, opportunities always leave to those who are prepared. Not long ago Recently, a noble gentleman came to our door and asked us to investigate the recent affairs about mummies and missing women. I think this matter may be related to the disappearance of your sister. You can try to get involved. Find out what you have Tell him something."

After the young man was surprised for a moment, his face showed an expression of ecstasy: "Really"

"Jerry Mouse, you are my adopted son. When did I lie to you?" Bush Sr. said a little lonely: "Originally, you should inherit my position, but you don't like it."

Jerry shook his head and said, "I just want to find my sister now. I don't care about other things."

Bush was very disappointed. He really felt that this adopted son was very suitable to inherit his legacy: "If you find your sister, consider my words again."

"Thank you, foster father, I will consider it."

The young man, Jerry, known as the Dirty Street Rat, left without any regrets.

Bush Sr. sighed longly. He knew very well that Jerry was very ambitious and would never be willing to become the leader of a powerful force. If Bush Sr. hadn't given Jerry Jr. a lot of help, this young man wouldn't even be able to do it. Will join his forces.

"The power of Dirty Water Street must be controlled by someone with a bottom line, otherwise the new owner who is too greedy will break the current balance of Dirty Water Street. If Jerry is not willing to do it, there will be no suitable candidate." Bush's face was full of pain: "And I am too old. I don't know if I can hold on until the next suitable candidate comes along."

"Then keep Jerry."

In the shadow of Bush Sr., these words suddenly appeared.

"We can't keep him." Bush Sr. shook his head: "We can't keep him by force. That kid is very independent. If you keep him forcefully, it will be counterproductive."

"Then keep him with your feelings."

Bush shook his head: "Although I can keep him with my emotions, I don't want to. That would be too mean."

"This won't work, and that won't work either. How do you choose a suitable heir?"

Bush was silent for a while, and then said: "If there is really no suitable candidate, then forget it, I die, no matter what Dirty Water Street will look like. Before I didn't have Caronte, Dirty Water Street People live differently”

"You just have to be open-minded."

The voice in the shadow gradually became quieter, and Bush closed his eyes again.

On the other hand, Beta is also asking about anything strange happening in Caronte City. Although the vampire race is powerful, their behavior is unusual, so as long as they exist in the city, there will always be some clues.

It's not that Beta doesn't trust those gangsters, but that one more person means more strength.

The vampire also seemed to know that Beta was looking for him and hid it well. But three days later, Beta still received a piece of very useful news: a beggar found a woman's body in the river.

The corpse's complexion was pale, as if the blood had been sucked out of it, and it was wrinkled.

Beta came to the scene alone. Actually, she was not alone. Shirley, Emma, ​​and Jessica were all staying in the mansion space and could come out at any time.

The dead woman was not very old, and it could be seen from her appearance and body that she was a girl. Beta squatted down and carefully observed the body of the deceased. He found that the girl had indeed been drained of blood, and there were two holes near her throat. Judging from this information, the suspicion of vampires hiding in the city was growing. .

He flicked a silver coin into the hand of the beggar who provided the information. When he was about to leave, he found a young man appearing by the river not far away.

The young man walked over slowly, looked at Beta, and then asked: "You are the noble man who inquired about the strange things in Caronte City."

The person in front of him was an ordinary person. Beta looked at him for a while and then nodded.

"The things you are investigating seem to have a lot to do with the things I am investigating." The young man looked around: "But this is not the place to talk. Can you come with me?"

Normally, an ordinary person would not follow a stranger casually, but a beta artist is bold, and he really wants to know more information. After all, being stared at in the dark by an enemy suspected of being a vampire is not a pleasant thing.

Ten minutes later, the two came to a small house.

Although this house is simple, it is very clean.

"I won't ask you to sit down either." The young man said slowly: "I have been investigating something in Caronte City for three months. I have a lot of information that may be able to help you."

Beta looked at the other party and asked: "What price do I need to pay, money?"

"I don't need money, but I have a condition." The young man took a slight breath and said, "When you find the real culprit behind the scenes, I hope you can take me with you. I have some things I want to confirm."

"But you are an ordinary person. If you get involved in this matter, you may be in trouble."

The person Beta wants to deal with is most likely a vampire. Ordinary people have absolutely no hope of survival when encountering such creatures.

The young man's face was as cold as ice: "It doesn't matter, I have already put life and death aside. What I want to know most now is another thing. When you can catch the person behind the scenes, maybe I will know the outcome of the matter." To be continued.