"How these damned untouchables never understood that their only role should be to provide the superior with everything they have, food, resources, women, everything that would please me and my brave soldiers, and then kneel before me and weep in gratitude to me with my occasional mercy! Hey! Soldiers, take my machetes, untouchables like wet rats in the sewers, need to relearn re-learning re-awe and gratitude......"

- Orlando Roland, Duke of Christian, White Moon

Hundreds of kilometers away from the barony, the city of White Moon, in the Middle Ages, it is rare to see more than fifteen meters high city walls, a round of white crescent moon family crest hung high on the front of the city, in the hanging emblem, the top of the front wall, even like a nouveau riche with a thin layer of gold leaf, in the warm morning sun emitted a dazzling halo. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Compared with the majestic city, a large number of hideous city defense equipment, and a team of well-equipped soldiers who constantly patrol the city wall, scattered in the farmland around several large and small towns around Baiyue City, most of the farmers who work are ragged, their faces are full of indifference and hollowness, and their skinny bodies are numb and carrying out mechanical labor. The few old cows are also emaciated, and the idyllic scenery that should be idyllic brings people gloomy and uneasy.

On a piece of artificially leveled sandy land, Xiao Wei was a little bored rubbing a sweet potato-like plant with his feet, and the surrounding was somewhat different from the surroundings, this eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy with short burgundy hair, his body did not look so thin, although he was somewhat malnourished, but the young man's high bulging biceps can also give people a kind of strength after regular exercise.

"Haha! Don't beg for mercy in front of me, great Rod Weir, you damn greedy dog, stand up, fight like a true nobleman, and die a glorious death by my sword......" Little Will's eyes were not focused, and anyone who saw it could understand that this guy had fallen into the illusion of becoming a great warrior himself while he was working.

"Bang!" Seeing his son showing a demented smile again, Little Will's father, Old Will, ran over angrily, and slammed the wooden handle of the farm tool in his hand at Little Will's head, "Damn, how many times have I told you, Rod, your father and I are just a farmer, your grandfather is also a farmer, and your grandfather's grandfather is also a farmer, so, put away your damn fantasy, you can only be an honest farmer, or you continue to be in a daze, and then be a starving farmer!" ”

"Qi!" Xiao Wei, who was knocked out of his dream by a stick, touched his bulging head with his hand dissatisfied, and could only honestly bow his head and continue to work under his father's obscenity, but he muttered in a low voice that his father couldn't hear, "Hmph, I don't want to work like you all my life, and then the harvest can't even fill my belly, I must become a real warrior and leave this damn place...... Thinking of the happy place, Xiao Wei couldn't help but wave the wooden shovel in his hand a few times, and then ...... The vast fields reverberate

"Ah~~~, Daddy, don't hit the head again!!"

"Rod Weir, you little bastard, you dare to run, don't you?"

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White Moon Castle, in the Duke's Mansion, in the hall where the burning fireplace came from the heat wave, His Excellency the Duke of Orlando was simply wearing a thin linen shirt on his upper body, and several buttons on the collar were open, and he could vaguely see the black hair on his strong chest like a black bear, and the double ** wearing complete armor was stacked, and he threw it on the dining table in front of him casually without any grace, and the Duke shook the chair under him, holding an inferior dagger in his hand, and was eating an apple with relish. The nasal cavity is swollen, and he is humming and chirping, probably singing a certain song.

After about a cup of tea, after swallowing the last bite of the apple with great difficulty, the duke, who was sitting upright, casually hammered a bell button on the table in front of him with the back of his sticky hand, and then he simply wiped his hands on his clothes.

More than ten seconds later, a door behind the duke opened silently, and the butler of the duke's mansion, dressed in black, quietly walked behind him, "Good day, my lord, your instructions?" The butler said as rigidly as a mechanical version.

The Duke of Orlando seemed to be used to it, but he didn't care about it, and subconsciously rotated the dagger in his hand and said, "Is that damn fat man back?" I wonder if the untouchables have paid enough taxes to their benevolent lords this season, huh? ”

The stereotyped face of the butler behind him also showed a few human expressions at this moment, if it was deliberately summarized, it was probably a little gloating, "Your Excellency was 'sent' back to the mansion this morning, my lord!" The butler deliberately accentuated the word send.

"Oh? So have our taxes been sent back to my warehouse? The Duke did not pay attention to the tone of the butler's words.

After a slight hesitation, the butler organized the vocabulary and slowly replied, "Ugh! My lord, I'm afraid you will be a little disappointed that this incident is a little different from your expectations. ”

After a pause, the butler looked at the duke's puzzled face, and continued with a slight forehead, "This morning, while you were still resting, your treasurer was carried back on horseback by two equally panicked soldiers, and no one dared to disturb your rest in advance, so I had to go and find out a little about the situation, ahem!" ”

The fingers of the spinning dagger couldn't help but pause, the tip of the duke's narrow hooked nose expanded slightly, his dark green eyes stared at his butler, and he said two words briefly, "Why!" ”

The butler, who was already familiar with the Duke's character, seemed to have known that His Excellency the Duke, who was extremely sensitive, was on the verge of rage, and shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and the butler calmly recounted what had happened, "I heard from the soldiers who came back that there were many mobs in the towns where the Treasurer personally went to collect taxes, and they not only drove away the officials you appointed, rejected your mercy, but also used violence to resist the payment of the taxes you set, and the poor Treasurer said a few more words, After thinking about it, the butler added, "Oh, by the way, my lord, I heard from the soldiers who fled that those mobs have gathered hundreds of people, and they are coming to White Moon City to personally accuse you of the greed of the officials and the treasurer, and let you deal with this matter impartially and give them a fair ruling!" ”

"Fair? Are you sure that the untouchables are using the word fairness? Heavy gasps erupted from the duke's nose, and he asked, staring at the butler.

"I'm sorry, I think so, my lord." The butler took a half-step back stealthily.

"Good, good! It seems that my kindness has long made these rats forget their superiority and humility, and forget the wooden frame at the gate of White Moon City, which is full of corpses" Shooting the dagger in his hand into the gap in the opposite wall, the baron suddenly stood up and roared like an angry lion

"I'm going to get this group of untouchables to regain their memories, and now, at once, let the Knight Captain, Sir Artest, come to me, and tell me by the way that the poor Fat Pig Treasurer, if there is a next time, I will personally cut the flesh off his fat ass, piece by piece!!"

"As you wish, my lord, Sir will soon appear before you!" Seeing that the duke had no extra orders, the black-clothed butler slowly bowed his body, and quietly retreated as he came.

And the duke in the rage, but like a headless fly, frantically turned around in the hall, his mouth let out an unconscious roar, suddenly, a pair of white crystal clear hands gently hugged the duke's waist from behind, and there were gentle words in his ears: "Dear, don't be too impatient, as a noble Duke of Baiyue with royal blood, you are now behaving like a child who has lost his candy." ”

There was no surprise, just like seeing the appearance of the person behind him, the irascible duke immediately restrained his angry steps, and even the burly body did not dare to move more, as if he was afraid that he would hurt the person behind him, and said in an unprecedentedly soft tone, "Amanda, why don't you rest for a while?" ”

The woman known as Amanda walked around, it was a face that would fascinate people at first glance as if it was naturally carved, a white light gauze nightgown, which made the hazy and uneven figure look more attractive, the long golden hair was casually swept over the shoulders like a waterfall and draped on the back, the forehead was tied to the roots of the hair with a silver ornament inlaid with diamond-shaped sapphire, the small nose wrinkled mischievously, under the gently raised eyebrows, a pair of brown beautiful eyes looked at the duke in front of him gently like water, smooth, The small mouth, without a trace of wrinkles, opened slightly, and spit out a beautiful sound like a yellow warbler.

Amanda gently pulled the duke's huge palm, led the duke to sit down on the chair again, and then went around to the back gently, put the duke's head into his plump arms with both arms, and looked at the duke who slowly regained his composure, showing a childlike comfortable expression, and then opened his mouth and said, "My dear, I have told you many times, unnecessary anger will only make your judgment skewed, a superior person must always keep a clear head, so that your grand wishes can be successfully realized." He lowered his head and gently rubbed his cheek against the duke's hair like a kitten, "And in this way, I can be by your side the most noble woman on this continent, your queen!" Amanda muttered like a dream......