Noble Emblem

Many times, good intentions pay off.

Beta thought he had lost the information line in Perth City, but now he discovered that Aisha was also a member of the upper-class nobility, and it was not strange for her to know some special news.

After sending Aisha away with a look of "resentment" on her face, Beta opened the internal affairs interface, but there was no information about the Trangzen family in it. This is also normal. After all, Beta has only been in Perth for a few days. No matter how talented he is in internal affairs, he cannot collect too much information in a short period of time.

After a hasty lunch, Beta went out again. This time he headed towards the rich area.

At the same time, he was in the spiritual channel and ordered Joan of Arc to continue monitoring the ghetto.

Although Perth is one of the most prosperous cities in the world, it is extremely polarized. The rich are extremely rich, while the poor are extremely poor. The number of the middle class is pitifully small.

This is also a common feature of the desert kingdom.

The rich area is obviously different from other places. In addition to the roads being paved with special white gravel, and various exaggerated large villas and mansions, there are also many dry iron trees unique to the desert.

This kind of tree is very drought-tolerant and has a large crown. The only drawback is that it only bears fruit once every few decades and grows slowly. In the wealthy area, there are at least a thousand dry iron trees. It is conceivable that most of the dry iron trees near Perth City must have been dug up.

There are very few people walking around in the wealthy area, because ordinary civilians cannot enter this area, so it seems very quiet, with only the occasional sound of wind blowing in the desert from far to near.

The Trump family is located in the northwest of the wealthy area. You can easily find out if you ask anyone on the street.

This is a villa covering an area of ​​about 2,000 square meters. Among the aristocrats, it is not particularly large. But for ordinary people, there is nothing they can do about a building with such an area...even... Something that cannot be accumulated in ten lifetimes.

Beta stood outside the Trump family wall for a while, noted down the magical coordinates of this place, and then turned and left.

He returned to the city and continued to collect information. It was a strange thing for a spell caster to walk around the city. Many nobles knew that Beta was good at leaving the banquet last night and left a bad impression on everyone.

Many nobles usually like to drink and chat in high-end places outside, and they also like to sit on the edge of the balcony and look down at the common people below, walking around like ants, working hard and struggling for life.

They are high above others, which makes them feel as if they are gods.

Beta walked on the street and fell into the eyes of many noble nobles.

Eyes implying ridicule fell on Beta one by one.

As a master-level expert, Beta naturally felt the sight of these people. As he was walking, he suddenly stopped and looked to the second floor on his right.

It was a rather luxurious-looking tavern. On the balcony on the second floor, there were several nobles, both men and women, among whom one of the young nobles was the most majestic. He looked at Beta as if he was seeing a clown.

After reading the man's eyes, Beta smiled. He jumped up lightly and jumped directly to the balcony on the second floor.

The women screamed in fright, jumped up and left the table, while the men all stood up and looked at Beta with some dissatisfaction.

Beta ignored the others and walked directly to the young man who looked the most imposing and looked down upon Beta the most.

"Your Excellency, your behavior is extremely rude." The young man's tone was calm, but his expression was a bit arrogant: "It's hard to believe that someone like you can actually be a magician or even a lord. .”

But Beta gently pressed the opponent's shoulder, and the opponent's expression changed drastically, as if he had eaten shit, and he sat back down.

At this time, other people reacted and accused Beta of being rude.

Beta's face darkened, and his aristocratic temperament, talent, and master-level spiritual power spurted out. Within a radius of a hundred meters, everything became silent, and then the pedestrians on the street ran away and became a mess.

The young nobles on the balcony were so frightened that they sat on the ground, trembling all over.

Beta has always felt that the nobles in this world are strange. They clearly know that strength is the foundation of everything, but there are often some idiots who can't help but provoke people who are more powerful than themselves.

For example, these young people in front of me don’t know how high the sky is and how high it is.

Although Beta is arrogant, he also knows how to assess the situation and works hard to make himself stronger.

But what is it with these people who think that just because of their status, they can despise professionals who are better than themselves? Or do they think this is their own country, and Beta, a foreigner, doesn’t dare to cause trouble here?

The momentum and coercion will go away as quickly as it comes. To deal with these young people who have little strength, the master-level strength and coercion is really too much. Beta is afraid that if the time is longer, they will leave some psychological damage. sequelae.

The young man sat down and struggled to stand up, but Beta's hand pressed down on him like a mountain, making it impossible for him to move at all.

He had a dark face, a bit of fear and a bit of anger, and asked in a venomous voice: "What do you want to do?"

Beta asked with a smile: "What's your name?"

"Lun-Mom."

Listening to the sound that was almost forced out of his teeth, Beta smiled with satisfaction, and then continued to ask: "What's the origin?"

"My father is the Sheriff of Perth City..." The young man named Lunn knew very well that this identity would definitely not be able to suppress the noble spellcaster in front of him, so he continued: "My grandfather is the Earl of Cowsell. , has several large territories, and is also a powerful figure in our Sunland. If you don’t want to cause diplomatic disputes, you’d better apologize to me.”

"Haha, apologize?" Beta patted the other person's head gently, as if an elder was encouraging his younger generation: "Why should I apologize to someone who looks down on me and even wants to ridicule me?"

"Because I am a noble." Lunn said with a ferocious smile: "And this is Sunland, but you are an outsider. It is not easy to justify your crime of beating a noble in our territory."

"So, you have to apologize to me and pay a certain price, otherwise I will ask my grandfather to make political negotiations with the country of Holevin. I don't think you can afford to be charged with damaging relations between the two countries."

It turns out that this is what happened, the other party was planning this, and relying on this little political trick, they dared to offend and despise a professional.

Under normal circumstances, even master-level professionals would not dare to mess around in other countries. After all, the relationship between countries is very sensitive, and it will be extremely difficult to end it if it is not done well.

But strange creatures like players are an exception. Players don't care at all about the diplomatic relations between countries in the game, and Beta is the top of the pyramid among players.

He is indeed a noble of Holevin now, but in fact, his identification with Holevin is not high, and he has no interest at all in whether the relationship between the two countries is hostile.

Now, he just wants to complete the epic tasks on his task list.

He was worried about how to find out the truth about the Trump family, and now a guy bumped into his gun. If he didn't take advantage of this opportunity, he would really be worthy of the name of a 'player'.

"Lun-Mom?"

Beta looked at him with a half-smile. There was a young nobleman next to him who secretly hid a stick behind his back. Seeing Beta with his back turned to him, he felt malicious in his heart. He rushed forward less than two steps, but saw Beta Looking back at him, the young noble who was planning to attack suddenly fell to his knees on the ground, trembling all over.

"Then do you know who I am?"

"Who you are is important?" Seeing the scene just now, Lun En had a bad feeling in his heart, but his noble dignity did not allow him to just put down his face and apologize to the person he had just laughed at: "You have to know , this is Sunland’s Perth City, not your Hollevan Country.”

From Sunland's perspective, Lunn is a good young man who does not give in when encountering "evil forces" and strives to preserve national integrity.

But the problem is that many times, the relationship between countries really depends on strength, but Beta is very strong and courageous.

"This is indeed not the country of Holevin, but the more it is, the more relaxed I feel. For example, do you know who I am?"

"A spellcaster? And a noble?"

Lunn felt more and more uneasy in his mind.

"I always don't like talking like this. After all, I am suspected of pretending to be funny." Beta shrugged helplessly: "But when I meet an idiot like you, I can only tell you my identity."

Lunn narrowed his eyes and said stiffly: "Then you say it, and I'll listen, but you'd better not make me laugh."

"First and foremost I am a spellcaster, master level."

Lunn's eyes widened, and there was already some panic in his pupils.

"Besides, I am still a lord."

Lunn's expression was already a little ugly.

"At the end of the day, I am still the Archbishop of Waking Temple."

It's only three things. People who have been hit too many times will eventually have some resistance. At this time, Lun En calmed down: "How do I know whether what you said is a lie?"

"The city lord knows my identity, and I think a small number of people in this city also know my identity. I didn't give the city lord a good look at last night's banquet. Have you seen what he did to me? Anyway, it was You are very brave for a young man like you."

Lunn was silent for a while. He looked at the frightened companions around him and said with a wry smile: "Okay, it is true that I am too idiotic and too bold. I accept this lesson. Your Excellency, how can you let it go?" I?"

"I need intelligence, especially intelligence about the Trump family? I would be happier if you were an ally with them." (To be continued.)