Noble Emblem

Bart has been very unlucky recently. First, he offended his boss for unknown reasons and was kicked out of the city guard. Not long after, his home was stolen and the land deed was stolen.

Then not long ago, a little nobleman came over with the land deed and drove him out of his hut... According to the little nobleman, he bought the land deed from the merchants' union and spent a lot of money.

Bart is not stupid. He knows that most of what the little nobles say is false. His home was robbed, and it is very likely that the little nobles sent people to do it. This may also be directly related to his being kicked out of the city guard.

He had been trying to prove that the land deed was his, but had been stolen. Unfortunately, he couldn't find any evidence to prove this, so he asked his neighbors for help. As a result, the neighbors looked ashamed, but said that they had never known Bart or seen him. His cabin had always been is empty.

It was obvious that he had grown up here since he was a child, and it was obvious that everyone loved each other before and was like a family. The sun was shining brightly, but his heart was as cold as ice.

A month ago, he had imagined that he would be promoted, become a general, and lead an army to defend his country. Now everything has changed, my home is gone, my job is gone, and the money in my pocket is gone. All he had left was a suit of armor, an iron shield, and an iron sword that had begun to rust.

Why is this happening? Bart can't figure it out.

Work diligently and help your colleagues; unite with relatives and friends, and love your neighbors. I tried my best to help them, but when I was wronged, why was no one willing to help me?

Why!

Walking on the street, Bart always felt as if someone next to him was laughing at him, but when he looked over, he found that those people were all pedestrians with their heads down.

Are you so hungry that you are hallucinating?

Bart licked his lips. He wanted to eat something, but he didn't have much money in his pocket. Now that there is no place for him in the royal city, he must save some travel expenses to go to other cities and start over.

It's just that he is a little unwilling. He obviously did nothing wrong, so why should he be forced to leave his hometown?

Drowsily, he felt someone standing in front of him. The sensitive nerves of a professional immediately made him sober, and his hand subconsciously placed on the hilt of the sword.

Then Bart discovered that the young man in front of him was a magician, and he looked very familiar. When he cast his gaze on the head of the young man opposite, he saw the bright blond hair, and he remembered where he had seen this person. .

"It's you?"

Bart was a little confused. He didn't know why the other party was blocking his way. Could it be that he was here to settle old scores. He remembered that he had stopped the other party from capturing a beautiful lady.

Thinking of that lady, he felt a little melancholy.

Beta looked at the other party and smiled: "It seems you still remember me, let's talk?"

Bart looked at the other party's friendly smile and knew that the other party was not hostile. He had despaired of this royal city, and he no longer wanted to interact with the people in this city, but by some strange coincidence, he nodded in agreement.

In the hotel room, Bart was sitting on a chair, holding a leg of lamb and gnawing at it. On the table in front of him, there was already a pile of bones, like a hill.

Beta sat opposite, slowly drinking fruit wine.

After Bart swallowed half of the roast lamb on the table, he wiped his mouth with a white napkin and said, "Thank you for your hospitality."

Being soft-spoken... Because of Katie's incident, Bart's sense of Beta was not very good, but now, he felt that the aristocratic magician in front of him didn't seem so annoying.

"You're welcome. My name is Beta." Beta put down the glass and asked, "You seem a little downcast? I remember the last time I saw you, you were more heroic and confident than you are now. By the way, what do you call me?"

Bart laughed at himself: "My name is Bart. Something happened recently, so the situation is not very good now."

What could make a powerful elite-level professional feel so hungry that his stomach almost reached his back? Betaji was very curious: "Can you tell me about it?"

Bart doesn't like to tell outsiders about his embarrassments, especially when the magician in front of him doesn't know whether he is good or bad, good or bad. He asked back: "What happened to the lady you chased last time? Did you catch her?"

Beta looked at the other party sideways, paused for two seconds before saying: "The lady you are talking about is named Kati... Now she is my subordinate, and she is also the bishop of a temple."

"Your subordinate? Did you threaten her?" Bart's expression immediately became serious: "I think I need an explanation."

Well, beautiful women are always remembered. Beta shrugged helplessly and said: "It's not a threat, it's just a deal. I cured her terminally ill mother, and she became my subordinate and worked for me. It's that simple."

Bart still had the same cold expression: "How do I know whether what you said is true or false?"

"If I had hurt Katie, I would not appear in front of you at will." Beta said with a smile: "After all, you gave me the impression that you were a messenger of justice."

Bart was a little shocked. Now that he thought about it carefully, he felt that his performance at that time was indeed a bit... overly impulsive.

"Then why did you chase her then?"

Beta replied: "There was a little misunderstanding, but it was explained clearly later. Let's get back to the topic about you. I see that you are...not only lacking money, but also lacking a place to stay."

Bart's face turned red: "Is it so obvious?"

"It's weird if it's not obvious." Beta pointed at the other person's body and said: "Not only is he about to faint from hunger, he even has a strange smell on his body. Professionals who have a place to live generally don't have such a situation."

Beta's words reminded Bart of the indifference of his neighbors in the past few days, and his mood suddenly became gloomy again.

Seeing his appearance, Beta said: "Since it doesn't matter what you don't want to say, why don't you become my subordinate for the time being? My envoy just lacks strong warriors as forwards. After the mission is completed, I will pay ten gold coins to You, and give you thirty acres of land to build a house for you.”

"You have your own manor. Is it big?" Bart was a little jealous. Nobles are good. They are born with large pieces of land that can be inherited. Unlike himself, every hut has to be taken away.

Beta shook his head: "I am a lord, and my territory is a wetland. Thirty acres of land is nothing to me."

Bart was stunned for a while, carefully digesting what he just heard, and then slammed the table: "I know who you are, Red Priest Beta... No wonder your name sounded familiar when I heard it just now."

Beta asked doubtfully: "Except for a few noble families with intelligence networks, most people don't know my nickname. I see that you... don't look like you have your own intelligence network."

"I once knew a friend who was an assassin and worked in the Assassin's Guild." Bart explained: "He spoke highly of you and once told me some of your deeds."

No wonder! Beta nodded, the Assassin's Guild was indeed very well informed. He asked: "Ever? Did your friend break up with you?"

"died."

Bart's expression became a little sad: "I heard that he was captured by an ogre during a mission, and only his thigh bone was found... His name is White."