Chapter 13: I See, I Conquer (I)

Slaves, commoners, and nobles, the three classes that made up the Noxian Empire. There is an intersection between the commoners and the nobility, the lavish wealth that the common people do not have, but does not have the dazzling badge of the nobility, this kind of person wanders between the commoner and the nobility, they are the rich.

Ergart made no secret of his affection for this group of people, and as for the reason, it was clear to any person in his right mind that it was not because of the Caesars in the pockets of the rich?

Not far from the VIP seats, there is an area in the plaza that is dedicated to the wealthy who spend a lot of money. The price of admission is ridiculously expensive, but every rich person wants to squeeze in with their heads, and no one wants to fall behind.

Fifty Caesars, that's the price to squeeze into that cramped area, and the money-loving merchants, bankers, and farmers were incomparable, but when they thought they could get up close and personal with the powerful who ruled the city, the expensive Caesars were nothing.

A rich man with a brain understands one thing, if he wants to survive and develop in the empire, he will inevitably deal with the aristocracy, even if he dislikes them in his heart, he may show them a bright and happy smile.

The rich people, who were a little better than the other commoners in this area, waited patiently for a long time, and finally waited for the arrival of the city's first magnate, the lord of Urgat. While Raphael was speaking loudly, the lord left the throne and walked down the VIP seat towards the place where the rich gathered not far away.

In Noxus, it was already a basic act for the rich to cling to the aristocracy. Who is the most powerful nobleman in the city? Naturally, it goes without saying, isn't it Urgart? Becoming the lord of Alder City, no nobleman thinks he can be more noble than Ergat.

Looking at the figure of Urgarte leaving, the nobles smiled in unison, and they didn't have to think that this city lord with vampire qualities was sucking the blood of those stupid and despicable civilians in the empty glove white wolf.

A kind smile on his face, this was the expression that Urgart gave to the rich people, although his kind expression looked so hideous and ugly. It's hard to look at it directly, but this group of smart rich people is better than the play, and there is no look of disgust and dodge on their faces.

Then, according to the usual practice, one after another rich people stepped forward to appeal to the lord of Urgat, who listened carefully and waited for the rich man to finish and give a few answers. The mercenary bankers, farmers, and businessmen either withdrew with excitement or a slight loss or a dark solemnity.

This is not a strange thing for Raphael, who is easily swept away by the fact that he is talking to the very few rich people who have money but no power.

After a fat man with a fat body and a gorgeous dress whispered his appeal, Raphael ended his short and concise speech at this time. At this time, Urgart naturally stopped talking to this group of rich people. Got up from your seat and prepared to leave.

Anyone knew that it was Ergarth's turn to start speaking, and naturally no one dared to stop him. A group of wealthy people, happy or helpless, stood up to greet the lord of Urgart.

It was not the first time that Raphael had seen this scene, and he glanced back at it. Promise? Wanting to take advantage of Urgarte is no less than asking Lady Luck to lift the corners of his skirt, which is simply a fantasy.

In the past three years, Ergart's position among the rich has become more and more solid, and he has become more and more favored by the rich. Many wealthy people think that they have benefited a lot from this unattractive but very kind city lord, but in reality? Raphael, however, understood that his old friend had pulled out a high Caesar gold coin from a rich man who valued money as his life, and could almost train a hundred-man Knights of the Black Rose.

"It's coming!"

All eyes were on the protagonist who was moving slowly, for the legendary city lord. The recruits, who were full of fanaticism and admiration, did not hesitate to give themselves the loudest applause and the most burning gaze.

At this moment, the ugly, hideous and terrifying Urgart is like a sun hanging in the sky, eternal and unique, the only protagonist.

The cheers were like a boiling ocean, and the scene was not the first time that the magnates sitting high in the VIP seats had seen it. But he still couldn't help but feel a little jealous and envious, and had to admit that this ugly monster had no prestige among the stupid civilians.

In the past, there were aristocrats at this time who pointed at and whispered to Ergart, who was slowly walking up to the high stage of the speech, but today there is none.

Very few nobles sitting in the VIP seats are fools or fools. While the commoners lamented with envious and sharp eyes the extravagant life of the nobles and the filthy feelings, few commoners noticed that the nobles who could be above them were not stupid pigs with aristocratic hats, but that they had many things that the commoners looked up to all their lives—if a commoner only knew how to complain and did not understand this. Then there is only one who will always look up to this group of luxurious and filthy guys.

There was an eerily quiet in the VIP seats today, and Augustus could vaguely guess the reason for this, the man with his cane did not leave, perhaps watching every move up and down the square from a corner they could not see.

In the face of a big man who can pinch them to death like ants at any time, and how arrogant and powerful people dare to shout or show the slightest disrespect? A proverb that has been circulating in the Noxian Empire for many years can explain the prudence of the powerful at this moment: My young heir, if you meet an old immortal of the level of a patriarch or a cardinal, or an old nobleman who has lived for seventy or eighty years, then put away your little wisdom and be a dutiful fool, this is the wisest choice, and perhaps glory and power will follow.

Although the middle-aged man who didn't know the noble surname was not the patriarch or cardinal archbishop who stood at the center of the human spiritual world, nor was he an old nobleman who had lived to be seventy or eighty years old, how could this ordinary nobleman make the three famous bigwigs in the city, Ergart, General Bolton, and Raphael Whitecoat, so respectful? Where is it that they can afford this little bit of their deeds? Be honest and be a fool, at least you don't have to be remembered by this big man to the point of losing your current title.

The eyes of tens of thousands of people followed Ergat's clumsy and even awkward steps, and in this way, wearing a wide purple robe, Ergarte ascended to the high stage of the speech. Just now, because of Urgart's lateness, there was a nobleman on the high platform who made a lengthy speech, which was obviously read out according to the script, and after the coping speech, some tired recruits and the people saw the city lord of Urgat on the high platform, and their spirits were shocked.

All the nobles in the VIP table were applauding and cheering, but there were almost ordinary nobles in their hearts who had such a strong hostility towards Urgart, who had become the lord of Alder City three years earlier, and even prayed to the gods to let Urgart die in the assassination.

But even so, the Urgatte appeared before them alive, and he overwhelmed them with violence, hypocrisy, or treachery.

No one could deny one thing: even the most prestigious Bishop Raphael in Alder City could not hide the light of Urgart.

Raphael looked at his old friend who was standing on the high platform with a radiant and unruly spirit, and couldn't help but look forward to it a little more, what kind of surprise would Urgart give him this time? Thinking of this, Raphael couldn't help but look at the house where he couldn't see anything inside.

"What kind of wonderful speech do you think our lord will give us? Dear Earl Bolton, Brooke chuckled and said to the Earl of Bolton beside him, and at the moment these two were the only ones in the VIP table who could talk and laugh.

Count Bolton's words remained as simple and crisp as ever, and he said, "This must be a speech like no other. ”

The two of them looked at each other, and they both saw a figure on the other side: General Svein, the man who looked up to them in the house where Edward III had once sit.

Offstage, on Styrolan Square, Augustus cheered up, looking at the domineering Ergarte on the high platform, he obviously felt that after the appearance of Ergat, the recruits beside him obviously had a lot of military temperament, and those pure eyes were full of undisguised fanaticism.

If Raphael represents this group of young people to worship the faith of the Holy See, then Ergarth represents the fanatical yearning of young people for the royal power of Noxus. Augustus could clearly feel that the latter was greater than the former, much higher than the former.

Looking at Urgat, Augustus was looking forward to what the city lord who had changed his fate with a small joke would have a speech on how not to look at it. And how could he cover Raphael's light?

Augustus, who was full of thoughts, never imagined that the next city lord, who had never played his cards according to common sense, would do something that made him stunned on the spot.

All eyes were cast on Urgat. Ergarte, who was standing on the high platform, glanced at the Hermes clerk who was standing under the high platform and was holding a quill to take notes on his speech, and said, "Hermes, where is that child?" ”

The sound falls to the ground, still and silent.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

Everyone was stunned by Urgat's words, and looked at Urgarte on the high platform with a relaxed demeanor.

Hermes was stunned for a moment, is the city lord calling me? Raising his head and meeting the city lord, the witty Hermes immediately replied: "Lord the city lord, do you mean Augustus by that child?" ”

Urgarte looked like he was right-for-granted, and said in a very cold and resolute tone, "In addition to Augustus, is there that little guy among the recruits who deserves my attention?" ”

The words sounded in his ears, and Augustus froze in place as if he had been thundered.

"I, dear Lord of Urgart, do you want to make the entire city of Alder my enemy?" Augustus, who was calm on his face, felt the moment the voice landed, countless pairs of sharp eyes swept towards him, and he roared in his heart. (To be continued.) )