For example: Let everyone think that I am a kind aristocrat.

The theory of "kill all the disobedient guys, and the rest will be honest" is very popular in aristocratic circles. But the Marquis of Bosville knew that doing so would come at a great cost. The cost of maintaining the army and armed forces alone is not a small amount, and those "disobedient guys" are actually their own people. In other words, even if they don't like their lord, they complain, and even spit on the ground and curse a few words when no one is around...... But in the final analysis, when the tax collectors and soldiers came to the door, they had to honestly empty their purse bags, take out grain, cheese, dried fruit, cured meat, and wine from the warehouse, and pay taxes according to the rules they had set.

As long as you can get tangible benefits and can bring up taxes from below, it is not a big deal to be scolded a few times.

In the final analysis, it is a question of logical thinking transformation.

When it came to the two diametrically opposed things of "killing" and "collecting taxes", the Marquis of Bosville chose the latter.

As long as people with normal brains don't like to be scolded.

The Marquis had a headache about this.

Therefore, in the face of the multiple-choice questions of "killing people and killing mouths" and "currying favor with the people", he also chose the latter.

He made his birthday a festival in Rang County.

On this day, in the main family-run city of Jeanque (the name of the county), the marquis spends a lot of money to create a festive atmosphere, decorating the buildings with brightly colored fabrics and streamers, painting all the walls, and holding various festivities.

In the luxurious box on the third floor of the arena, through the space half-hidden by the curtain on the side, Elizabeth saw the aged Marquis of Bosville, surrounded by a group of guards and relatives, enter the next box. She hurriedly got up from her seat, and together with Bertonic beside her, the two of them grabbed the sides of their skirts with both hands at the same time, bent down and bent their knees, and saluted the marquis with standard court etiquette.

The Marquis smiled slightly, raised his right hand, and gestured to Elizabeth.

He liked the young girl very much.

Don't get me wrong, it's the old people who have a good impression of the young, not the kind of liking that men and women tend to associate with intimacy.

The Countess of Elpsso is a newly rising nobleman. She had beautiful blonde hair and was so graceful that even the well-informed old Marquis of Bosville thought her figure was almost perfect, and the pale blue dress that wore on her body matched it well, and the style was simple, and the decoration was only a silver chain pinned to the waist.

The key is the fabric, the beautiful silk texture, the touch of the fingers is wonderfully smooth, everything indicates that this long dress is not cheap.

Looking at the beautiful figure in the side box who had returned to his chair after saluting, the old marquis nodded approvingly, he had always thought that clothes must be seen by people, and if you changed to a fat girl, wearing that long blue dress would be a joke. Not to mention whether it can be put in for the time being, just the layers of fat that are stretched out and covered between the waist and abdomen are chilling to think about.

The old marquis smiled knowingly with his thin left hand in his pocket, touching the diamond in his pocket———— countess Elpsso was sensible and had a superior knowledge beyond her youthful appearance. The birthday gift she gave herself was very precious, and this gem alone was worth two thousand gold pounds.

Her request was not excessive, but reasonable: she wanted to get a trade license from the Marquis to expand the Elpsso family's business to Rang County.

She has a wide range of goods———— including white sugar, soft furs, fresh fish and meat, precious flowers and plants, and fashionable clothing...... By the way, there is also an expensive white powder that has a strong refreshing effect.

In the Marquis's opinion, Elizabeth was not so much a nobleman as a merchant.

As long as she can bring taxes to herself, the marquis has no ill feelings towards her.

But he still watched the woman cautiously.

Strictly speaking, Elizabeth is not particularly pretty. The Marquis of Bosville had a lot of experience and saw a lot of beautiful women, but he had never seen a noblewoman like Elizabeth who could maintain a graceful figure and strictly control her diet. Poetic works praise women's looks, but few people know that true beauty comes from the body. Even if a sow has a peerless appearance, how many men will take the initiative to lie down and lick its butt?

Even compared to the beauties in the king's harem, Countess Elpsso can still be regarded as a beauty!

This is the definition given to her by the old marquis.

What's more, she has no covetousness for her family.

Not just anyone can climb the Marquis of Bosville's relationship. Even if Elizabeth had the money to give a gift of diamonds worth thousands of gold pounds casually, the old marquis would not casually receive strangers.

She was clever enough to find Bertonic.

It was the marquis's seventh daughter, the youngest and last-ranked heir to the family.

If Elizabeth had found her son first, the old marquis would not have granted her any request at all. That means it's difficult, if not impossible, to form a purely commercial relationship, and it's very likely that Elizabeth wants the title itself. Beauty, combined with wealth, is a powerful combination weapon in front of men, and few people can resist this temptation.

Bertoniki was different, Elizabeth would only be close friends with her at most, much to the old marquis's complete relief.

At this moment, the horns sounded in unison, and the entire arena resounded with countless cheers, and the noisy crowd rose from the stands and threw petals and paper colored balls towards the huge circular field in front of them.

The gladiators entered.

In terms of "pleasing the people", the Marquis of Bosville put a lot of thought into it.

Slave gladiatorial fights were divided into different types, the most common of which were whites. Slaves come from a wide range of sources, bankrupts, gamblers who have lost their lives, criminals, ...... The opera was so elegant that the nobles did not think that the commoners were capable or entitled to appreciate it, and bloody real gladiatorial battles were more suitable for them, and anyway, there were so many human beings that they could not be consumed in war, and since they could not be consumed in war, they had to be allowed to die under a reasonable and legal pretext, while at the same time bringing pleasure to the living.

Variegated skin gladiators were more expensive than whites, mainly because of their small numbers and the difficulty of capturing. Most of the black and brown people live overseas, but also at the southern ends of the continent, where they are either cold or difficult to reach, and can only be harvested by large slave hunters. These variegated people are physically strong, one can fight more than the other, and whenever they appear in the gladiatorial arena, they always cause the audience to cheer.

The highest-ranking gladiators came from the northern part of the continent, that is, north of Suolong Pass. They are true giants, with beautiful yellow skin, and as strong as beasts. They are valuable, and a sturdy giant slave is equivalent to a whole team (more than ten, graded according to the situation) of variegated slaves. No one understands their language, and these guys are hard to control, but it must be admitted that they are the best fighters in the world, and they are not afraid to die.

Four barbarians, two against two.

They were armed with short swords and round shields, which were the basic type of armament of gladiators.

The imprint on their left arm indicates that they were once warriors, belonging to the Suolongguan garrison, and were captured in the war.

The spectators in the stands were frenzied, and countless voices converged into a sound storm, which was nothing more than a demand for an immediate gladiatorial fight to allow the side of their bet to win.

"These damn bastards, why can't they just think about who brought them joy? ...... of yards Apparently I paid for it. If I hadn't bought these giants back from the black-hearted gladiator merchants, would they have seen such wonderful gladiatorial fights? ”

The Marquis of Bosville frowned and muttered under his breath, he grumbled in a sigh, and the bustle and noise made him feel that he was still the object of popular support, and in a sense eased his discontent. The old man pursed his lips, and the eldest son, who was sitting next to him, nodded knowingly and made a gesture, and the captain of the guard immediately raised the spear in his hand and signaled, and the guard diagonally opposite the stand raised his hammer and struck the huge gong with great force.

The gladiatorial fight began.

The dagger plunged into the belly, the shield smashed into the eyes of his opponents, the teeth bit into the shoulders of others, the fingers dug into the lips, and the tongue clung to the tongue, like a fisherman catching a slippery loach and pulling it out of a hole in the mud.

The screams of dying were completely overshadowed by the chaotic shouting in the stands, the internal organs were exposed to the spicy sun, some people were gouged out of their hearts, some people's necks were cut in half, screaming that they didn't want to die, their left hand pressed the head that might be crooked at any time, and their right hand clenched the short sword and stabbed the opponent desperately.

Elizabeth's eyes flickered with coldness, she had no interest in bloody and brutal killings, but she had to pretend to be excited.

She saw several of the Bosville men smiling at her, putting on their most handsome side as much as she could.

Hehe...... They covet my body, and they covet the gold pounds in my pocket.

Bertoniki loved to watch gladiatorial fights, and she shouted excitedly, occasionally taking out a beautiful and delicate silver snuffbox from her pocket, and occasionally leaning under her nostrils and sucking hard.

The sales pitch of Forget Worry Powder was a success. According to Tianhao's instructions in the secret letter, Elizabeth diluted the high-purity products that Stewart brought back, diluted them with flour and powdered sugar, and blended them with a ratio of up to 95 percent.

Still, this miracle powder is powerful.

Bertoniki is a very good sales medium, and she loves Forget Worry fans. In just a few days, she made a big splash in her social circle, with hundreds of people trying it.

All are aristocrats.

Elizabeth kept in mind Tianhao's instructions in the secret letter: let the powder enter the upper class consumer circle as soon as possible, and not consider selling this powder to the common people for the time being. If possible, let the king himself, and even more members of the royal family, use the powder of forgetfulness. Up and down, as long as the powder is popular in the upper class, you don't have to worry about future sales at all.

The gladiatorial fight has reached its final stage.

The four giant slaves were mortally wounded, and they lay on the ground dying.

On the side of the arena, the south and north gates opened at the same time, and two teams of variegated gladiators entered the arena. The leader of the south side is armed with a short sword, and in order, he cuts off the heads of dying giants.

The corpses of these giant gladiators were also sold for money, and were one of the most important sources of income for gladiator merchants. I don't know when the white people have always believed that killing giants, then drying them, crushing them into powder, and mixing them in wine is the world's highest health strengthening elixir. Especially when it comes to things like men and women, it has a magical special effect.

Elizabeth sat silently, watching the slow and deliberate movements of the black gladiator. It can be seen that he doesn't like giants, and is more deliberately courted in front of the audience, after all, the next is the motley slave gladiatorial fight, and the audience is the key group that determines whether the winner can be freed.

Soon, only the last dying giant remained.

"Get out!" He groaned and uttered monosyllables.

Elizabeth had spent a long time in the fishing village of Rock City, and she was familiar with the language and knew what it meant.

The black gladiator did not understand, and he grinned, and plunged his short sword into the giant's shoulder, cutting slowly from the side, which maximized the pain and made death a luxury.

“…… Yes! The giant's hands and feet were held down by the other variegated gladiators, unable to struggle, and let out a heart-rending scream.

His last words were especially terrible.

"Someday...... I...... Our people...... Jinni...... Yes...... Kill them all! ”

With the last of his strength, he erupted into a violent roar.

The arena is cleverly designed so that sound waves can be transmitted to every box in the VIP seats without being affected by the noise of the opposite audience.

Elizabeth was shocked, and the long-awaited, handsome and tall figure appeared in front of her eyes.

That is my master, my king.

The giant is dead.

The black slave gladiator carried his huge head around the arena. The black and smooth face was full of pride, as if the blood-drenched human head represented the great feats of war.

Bertoniki was also laughing, and the effect of forgetting worries was reflected in her, laughing quite wildly and looking a little silly.

"Honey, did you hear what the giant said before he died?" She put her arm around Elizabeth's shoulders and laughed "Gegegege": "It's ugly, it sounds so strange, it sounds like a pig." ”

Elizabeth replied with a smile, her voice low and full of sarcasm: "You look like a hen now, the most scumbag, the most debauched kind." ”

"Really? Hahahaha...... You're right, I'm a happy little hen, hahahaha! Forgetfulness was a ruffle in his brain, and Bertoniki didn't understand the meaning of the words.

……

The north of the continent, the territory of the Niu clan, the Thunder Cow Department, and the Thunder Horn City.

The coldest days have passed, the snow is starting to melt, and after a while, the weather will be warmer across the board.

Escorted by a squad of royal cavalry, the honored guests entered Thunderhorn City.

Tianhao took a group of officials, big and small, and welcomed the second prince Niu Weifang into the main hall.

When he received the letter from the Great Master, Tianhao was very surprised, he didn't expect Niu Weifang to come here to inspect at all.