Noble Emblem

Hearing this, Beta laughed softly and waved his fingers.

"No, to be precise, I built this city." Beta looked at Sharp and said, "The first people I used were the slaves I bought. Every plant and tree here is my property. . According to general laws, this is my city and has nothing to do with you nobles or big businessmen."

This has been said very plainly, and anyone who cannot understand its meaning is a fool.

Sharp stood up: "Since the Pope thinks there is no problem in doing this, then I have nothing to say."

The other three stood up after him.

"Your Majesty, I still say the same thing. The human world belongs to humans. We can give love and sympathy to foreigners, but we must not give them status. This is the advice of an old man in his fifties."

Relying on the old and betraying the old?

Beta chuckled: "A fifty-year-old man. The elf lady next to us is over a hundred years old. So, you should listen to her words."

Emilia rolled her eyes at Beta with no anger.

Sharp's face trembled and he left with his three companions.

The Winter Wolf Saint suddenly said from the side: "His Majesty the Pope, have we, the Frostwolf Clan, provoked some forces recently?"

"It's none of your business." Beta said with a smile: "The remaining Frostwolf clan has always performed very well. Standard good citizens. Do you remember those elders in your clan? This Viscount Sharp is just like them."

After saying this, the Winter Wolf Saint understood what was going on. It turned out that the power struggle had affected herself and others.

"Then I'll take my leave first." The Winter Wolf Saint stood up.

"Thank you, Your Majesty the Pope, for your hospitality." Emilia also stood up and said to Beta: "If you have time, please come to our woods as a guest to strengthen the connection and friendship between the two races."

Beta nodded: "Yes."

After all the guests left, Beta removed the Hero's Banquet skill. I took a shower first and then went to Angel's room.

The former queen is definitely not the most beautiful of the Beta women, but she is definitely the most considerate of men.

She understands all kinds of postures, all kinds of techniques, and all kinds of "sounds" that can help people.

Only if you can't think of it, she can't do it.

Especially the waist-shaking dance of her superior woman, which almost made Beta's soul tremble. If the Yunlong bloodline hadn't been domineering enough, Beta might have been able to serve as a fast shooter for less than two hours at a time.

After midnight, Beta finally disarmed the gun temporarily.

He hugged Angel and half leaned against the bed.

Angel lay lazily in his arms, her eyes full of admiration. After a while, she asked: "How was the conversation with that Viscount Sharp?"

"Of course the talks fell apart."

Angel smiled and said: "If nothing unexpected happens, then, what are you going to do?"

"I can see it. They just simply want power." Beta said in a calm tone: "The power of Waking City is in our hands. As nobles, they have the name of nobles, but they have no power at all, so They were unhappy."

"If you want to seize power from us, you have to have enough strength." Angel snorted coldly: "Beta, you are kind-hearted. If it were other people with similar power to you, you would probably want to They all disappeared."

I'm not kind! Beta sighed inwardly, and then said: "They just saw that I would not kill people casually. As long as I act within the rules, I can only accept the move. I have to say that Viscount Sharp is a bit smart."

"What should we do?" Angel is also quite familiar with Woking's teachings, and knows that what Woking values ​​most is 'relative fairness' and 'rules'.

"Don't worry, I have a solution."

After hearing this, Angel fell asleep with peace of mind. After struggling for almost a whole night, she was indeed tired.

The next day, Beta found Shirley: "Ask someone to investigate the past of the four people last night. Write down all the stains. In two days, ask the Minstrel Guild to process and create all their black materials. Singing in the pub.”

Shirley chuckled: "You are too bad."

"This is called doing things according to the rules, not being bad." Beta continued: "Investigate what kind of business they do. After finding out, we also buy the same goods and open the store opposite them. It is 10% lower than theirs. price for sale.”

"We will conduct a thorough investigation to see if there is any tax evasion."

Shirley clicked her tongue: "These people are out of their minds trying to wrest power out of your hands."

"Power must be given away. But it must not be given to them." Beta sighed: "Let's wait for a while and then complete the matter of forming the cabinet."

Sharp returned to his manor, extremely unhappy. The three companions on the road looked at him with a hint of gloating and disdain.

"Since you think I'm not a big deal, I can only increase the intensity of the rumors."

After walking around the room a few times, he called his housekeeper. After saying a few words, he revealed a sinister smile.

But things didn't develop as he imagined. The news that the elves bribed the city lord did not cause any disturbance. On the contrary, in the past two days, when he went to other nobles' homes to attend banquets, the male nobles looked at him strangely. On the surface, it was nothing, but it seemed I kind of avoid him.

Once the business was done, I stopped chatting with him and left after talking.

The female ladies, on the other hand, hid aside, whispering to each other, and chuckled from time to time when they looked at him.

Something is wrong.

With a gloomy face, Sharp returned to the manor, called the housekeeper, and said: "Something is wrong outside recently. It seems that something bad for me has happened. Go out and investigate what's going on."

The housekeeper took the order and went outside to find a few familiar friends. Most of the butler's friends are butlers of other nobles. Birds of a feather flock together, that's probably what it means.

The butler took the initiative to give some gadgets as gifts, and when he asked questions, the group of people laughed.

Several of them even laughed to the point of tears.

After laughing, the friend asked the butler to go to the pub and have a look.

In the tavern, the butler listened to the bard singing some slightly adapted stories.

Although the name has been slightly changed, anyone who knows a little bit about the nobles of Waking City will know who the bard is singing about.

Even if you don’t know, just ask others, and there will immediately be a wave of curious people who will come out to ‘popularize the science’.

The butler spent most of the night listening to the bard's story.

In this story, the master was born as a farmer, and in order to become a warrior, he took the initiative to sell his butt to a swordsmanship instructor.

After becoming a professional, he did mercenary missions and betrayed his companions several times in order to survive. Relying on his own insidiousness and cruelty, he also makes money from his companions' deaths. In his thirties, Sharp saved more than 100 gold coins and bought the title of baron.

Then he continued to use the same tactics as during the mercenary period, selling his buttocks for glory and betraying his friends for profit. When he was about fifty years old, he became a viscount. But that's not all. He even worked as a dust collector a few years ago.

After the incident, he beat his youngest son to death and took possession of his daughter-in-law.

These were all things that happened before he came to Waking City.

A series of short stories made the housekeeper break into a cold sweat.

He did not go back and report the matter to his master, but directly left Waking City with his old wife and son.

The desire to survive is very strong!

The housekeeper knew his master's character very well. Once he went back and reported the matter, the angry master would get angry and beat him to death.

Sharp waited for a day and a night, but did not see the housekeeper come back. He felt a little strange, so he sent a guard to look for him, and found that no one was in the housekeeper's house.

His first reaction was to see if something was missing in his manor. After checking it, he found that there was no shortage of money or treasure.

He became more and more strange and took the guards for a walk outside. On the street, he overheard loud laughter coming from a tavern and vaguely heard his name.

He ordered the guards to go in and listen to what was going on.

This guard was stupid. After he came out, he told Sharp everything he heard. As a result, when he returned to the manor, this guard quietly became fertilizer for the flower fields in the backyard of the manor.

"This is the Pope's counterattack." Sharp slapped his desk heavily, furious: "Despicable, so despicable."

"How could he be so dirty and ruin his reputation!"

Sharp's lips were trembling. He came to Waking City because he couldn't stay in his original city and his reputation was too bad. He wanted to change to a new environment and a new way of life.

At that time, Waking City was short of people and the review was not very strict, so he was allowed to sneak in.

"No, I want to fight back."

Sharp understood what a joke he had become in the city. In the face of jokes of this level, the rumors he threw out were like pebbles dropped into the waves, unable to lift anything.

Just when he was thinking hard about how to counterattack. A guard came up in fear and reported: "Master, our shop is in a bit of trouble."

"What's going on!" shouted a distraught Sharp angrily.

The guard shrank his neck and said in a low voice: "You have opened a new weapons shop opposite all the weapons shops in the city. Their weapons are better than ours and cheaper than ours."

"What!"

Terrified, Sharp came outside his weapons store and saw that a new weapons store had opened opposite. There were bright weapons and armor inside.

There were many mercenaries coming in and out of the new store, but there wasn't even a fly in the weapons store.

Damn it! He walked in with a gloomy face, picked up a long sword and looked at it, and then his lips trembled uncontrollably.

This is obviously the standard weapon of the Waking City Temple Guards, but the identification mark on the hilt has been removed.

"asshole!"

Sharp wanted to smash the store, but this was Watkin City, and there were two heavily armed temple guards staring at him.

Walk!

Sharp endured his anger, returned to the manor, and almost beat a maid to death again. The maid was also lucky. She pretended to be dead and escaped. Then she took advantage of her petite body and escaped through a dog hole in the back garden without anyone noticing.