"Please! Don't kill me, I've helped a lot of civilians, Al! I went to see your mother's illness! Help me! An old nobleman with pale hair, slumped on the ground with his head bleeding, saw a familiar face in the midst of the angry crowd, the young man named Al, with his head bowed. Silently retreated to the back of the crowd, the old nobleman was indeed a good person, opening a good hall to help the people. But in the midst of so many people and a tyrannical atmosphere, Al really didn't dare to stand up. There are already several nobles who have been executed in this way.

"The old immortal still dares to find a helper! See who will help you, you nobles have been riding on our heads for too long! ”

After saying that, a strong man pulled down with a stick, and the old nobleman's head, which was originally full of blood, once again shed blood from the new wound, and the old nobleman held his head with his hand, but the strong man's stick did not stop, and the second stick was drawn on the old nobleman's hand. The sound of bones breaking is clearly discernible. Lao Gui rolled on the spot because of the severe pain, and at the same time, his intact left hand tightly held his right hand with broken fingers, and the heart-rending pain made him unable to hum sound.

"Let you pretend!"

The applause of the crowd, and the fact that no one stood up, filled the strong man's heart with a sense of conquest, in fact, he was only a charioteer who had been in the nobleman's house, and when he raised the wooden stick with his arm thick for the third time to deal a fatal blow to the old nobleman, a strong hand grabbed his raised hand tightly.

"Who the hell are you! Dare to stop me? ”

The strong man's physique was very tall in the crowd, but the strong man felt that his grasped hand was like a plice, and he couldn't break free no matter how hard he tried, and the strong man was about to use his other intact hand to whip the man in front of him. With a strong current, a large slap was slapped in his face, and his wisdom teeth spurted out with blood. After being pumped away, the strong man sat on the ground and looked at the group of people in front of him.

Narrator-kun has been very busy these two days, busy managing the entire Wind Cliff Castle. The aristocracy was almost completely eradicated, and the common people, who had been oppressed for a long time, erupted into a terrible tyranny, which the narrator did not expect. The Viscount, with some of his relatives and guards, followed the archpriest of the Holy See, opened the portal and fled, and the capable nobles escaped by their own means. The remaining nobles were old, sick, and incapable.

"Who the hell is he? Are you blind? This grandpa is the archmage grandpa who liberated you fools! ”

A giant with a height of nearly three meters stood next to Bian Baijun like this, with solid muscles on his body, like thick pythons, and scars on his muscles, showing that the owner of this body had been on the battlefield for a long time.

This man's name is Leitt, and he is the second-in-command in the arena, and he is a half-blood like Munch, except that he is a half-blood of an ogre. Unlike Munch, he witnessed the destruction of his own village, so he has little affection for the viscount or even humans, but ogres are a race that adheres to tradition. They will bow down to the strong, and anyone who can win in a heads-up will be respected, and they will eat the flesh of the defeated to strengthen themselves, so the race is misunderstood as ogres.

It is clear that Rett lost to Narrator, and is now one of Narrator's guards. After kicking the groom away, the crowd that was originally surrounding the old nobleman forced out a big circle, and the narrator squatted down, helped the old man, called the guards, and asked the guards to take the old man for treatment. The old man just kept crying and didn't say anything, and the intact arm grabbed the narrator tightly, like a child who refused to let go.

The guards sent the old nobleman home, and the narrator took a healing gel for the army from his pocket and handed it to the guards, and then found a place where wooden boxes were stacked up to look like a temporary place, climbed up to a high place, cleared his throat, and said loudly:

"Residents of Windy Cliffs, I! It's the narrator-kun who has come to liberate you! and see my face clearly. I know that you have been oppressed for too long, and I know that you all want to take revenge on these nobles, who have been arrogant and arrogant, and trampled on their dignity from above! ”

"They snatched my daughter! And beat my husband to death! ”

"That's right! Nobles deserve to die! ”

The civilians below all raised their hands excitedly! Complaining about the aristocrats' arrogance, the narrator raised his hand and pressed it, signaling everyone to be quiet, and then continued:

"But! As far as I know, that nobleman just now, he is not one of the bullies of you! He opened a church so that the poor would not starve to death! He was a doctor himself, and there must have been many people in the crowd who had been blessed by him! ”

In the midst of his eyes, Narrator Jun saw the young man who lowered his head and was ashamed. Then he said:

"Not everyone is extremely bad by nature, I saved everyone from the dire situation, not so that you can vent the dissatisfaction in your hearts, climb the bodies of those nobles, and trample on their dignity. But I hope that everyone has human rights! Respect each other. Equal life! ”

"It can't be! We don't have land! You can only farm for those nobles. ”

"That's right! That's right, the nobles have territories, we don't have anything. ”

"Let the Archmage finish! Who would have inserted another sentence, Lao Tzu swallowed him alive! ”

Leiter's eyes widened, and his roar was full of anger, I don't know how many times more powerful than the narrator's speech that broke his throat. The noise in the neighborhood was gone in an instant, except for the sound of the child being cried, and the soft voice of the mother coaxing the child. The narrator looked at the quiet scene and continued:

"You are right to think about this question, but do you know that I have won a large piece of land from the Viscount. Although it is uncultivated forests, and valleys. But if you believe me, I'll keep everyone here fed and clothed. And now, I need everyone to calm down, and I will take care of the nobles who remain and count their property. And then as the foundation of the city, to bring a better life to everyone. ”

"Why believe you! You are an archmage and ride on our heads like nobles! “

Finally, someone in the crowd couldn't help but tear their throats open and stop the angry-looking Ret. The narrator was about to answer.

"I believe it! I swear by the name of the Great Tree! ”

The voice was very soft, as if it came directly to the mind, and in the midst of everyone's doubts, a beautiful woman was walking through the crowd, this person was wearing a green dress by Natiri, and her green hair was carefully arranged, and a little simple weaving was draped behind her. He walked to the front of the stage gently, and with the help of Leiter, climbed up the wooden box and stood next to the narrator. lightly opened his small mouth like clotted fat to explain his experience to the public:

"As you can see, I am from the Evelyn tribe, my hometown is on the island where the Miracle Tree grows, and we have signed a treaty of peace and mutual assistance with the Human Federation, but the human kingdom covets the beauty of my people, and every year many people are taken captive from our archipelago. It was this mage who saved me from Baron Lewis. You know that we Evelyns can't lie. ”

Lao Tzu also believes! Hey! Big guy stupid pulls Lao Tzu! ”

One by one, the head only reached the waist of the narrator, but the muscles on the body were not inferior to Leiter, and when Leiter was glaring angrily, he stepped on Leitt's head and climbed onto the box.

"Lao Tzu is a dwarf in the mining country! The farm tools you use in your hands are all produced by Lao Tzu, and the dwarf craft is the first in the world! You tall people really don't talk about faith, this big guy has liberated you, especially you still don't believe him, no wonder you will drug Lao Tzu in the tavern, let Lao Tzu fight with those beasts every day! ”

"! I believe it too! ”

Following the dwarf was the captain of the guard who had seen him, only to see him tear off the coat of arms representing the viscount's power from his chest, slam it on the ground, squeeze through the crowd, and walked to Ret, who looked at Rett with a big face and an angry face, and still walked to the side and climbed into the box by himself:

"I am the captain of the guard of the West Gate, and the villagers here believe that they have all seen me, and I don't believe in anything else, but I believe in the character of the master of the mage, and I know that I am greedy for money, but after the city gate was breached, the lord gave us good food and spicy food, and did not hurt any soldiers who surrendered, not to mention that the first time I saw the lord, the lord wanted to reward me with a holy light coin! Lao Tzu is afraid of confiscation! Fucking regret dying! ”

"Hahahaha, Lao Chen, you are a dead ghost, you are also bold, aren't you afraid of being skinned by your original master!"

"Get out! That old bastard is in prison now! I believe that this master can lead us to a good life."

Under the reassurance of the captain of the guard. The original tense atmosphere was much better, and amid the laughter of everyone, Narrator Jun announced that a temporary trial court would be organized. Let everyone participate in the trial of the nobles, and whether they are guilty or not is decided by the people's vote, and the venue is in the arena outside the city. Later, the narrator asked the residents to choose their own representatives and go to the villages they had passed through to learn and visit the potato planting methods. Then he returned to the city to teach others. After a series of trivial matters were handed over to the original city officials, Narrator-kun returned to the arena where he temporarily lived.

As soon as he put down his coat, the three maids surrounded him and chattered about Natiri's situation, but the narrator just nodded lightly to indicate that he knew, and then dismissed the maid and ran up to Natiri's room on the second floor.

knocked on the door, but there was no response, and the narrator opened the door and sat on the edge of the bed, then held his head in his hands, and lay down next to Natilly, hiding under the quilt, and the cup seemed to move slightly. The narrator smiled and talked to her:

"Did you know that in our country, every child born from the age of five begins to undergo military training to resist foreigners? We have a well-respected king, but for some reason, the king has no way to speak, just lies in his bed. The whole country was controlled by the aristocracy. ”

Narrator touched the pocket of his jacket, found a cigarette, shook it out and put it on his mouth, looked at Natili who was smothered next to her, and threw the lighter that she had planned to light back into her pocket

"I used to be an officer in this kingdom, but because I really felt that the nobility of the kingdom was too much, I joined the rebel army against the nobility. Called their leader, and then arrested, I thought I was going to be made into what you guys call a flesh puppet. And the one who should have gone wrong came to your kingdom. ”

The narrator-kun snatched the pillow from under Natiri's head, put it on his waist, and continued

"As a result, I found that there was oppression by nobles everywhere, and it wasn't until I met you that I realized that nobles were not having a good time. Oh yes! On the way here, I killed a dragon with my hands, believe it or not. ”

There was a burst of laughter from the bed, and the narrator, seeing that it was a little interesting, continued:

"Hey! Don't believe it, I landed that dragon..... The life raft on my boat was stoned to death. ”

Natilly couldn't stand the narrator's nonsense. Lifted the quilt and exhaled:

"You're a three-year-old!"

Looking at the narrator's serious face, Natiri crossed her legs and lowered her head.

"Originally, I came here to find a way to save my country, but Abbott who I grew up with couldn't save it."

After finishing speaking, Natilly, who buried her head in her legs, seemed to be about to cry again, and the narrator gently patted him on the back:

"I am also partly responsible for Abbott's death, if you had brought a little more medical capsule with you, your group of men would have been ready to sacrifice for you. I don't think you should be discouraged right now. ”

"But I'm just mentally uncomfortable."

Albert can be said to be her closest person, although she is not related by blood, and her close relatives died tragically, it takes a period of time for anyone to be negative, but the narrator has no time for Natilly to be negative.

"Then you need to be strong even more, now that this radius of a hundred miles has been incorporated into your country, you don't have time to be negative now, I need your help Natiri."

The narrator-kun took Natilly's hand like this. Staring at Natiri with the most sincere eyes she looked, Natiri's bruised face flushed slightly, and she withdrew her hand, and Natiri asked:

"What do you need me to do?"

"You have to rush back to your country as soon as possible and report this news to your father, and I will be in charge of the overall situation here, after all, this area outside the forest was forcibly seized by me by force, presumably the Kingdom of St. Henry will not stop there, I need you to buy me time politically and diplomatically."

That's right, with the assistance of Dana, the narrator analyzed the current situation, although the Black Dragon Empire does not belong to the country that believes in the church, but as a means of balancing the church, the mage tower will inevitably form a confrontation with the church, so he will spare no effort to help the black dragon empire, and now the black dragon empire has torn a large piece of land from the border of the church country St. Henry's Kingdom, and it is the best time for the mage tower to weaken the power of the church.

Just as the narrator and Natiri were preparing to return to China, the Viscount and his party arrived at St. Henry, the capital of the Kingdom of Henry. Look at the huge city walls that rise into the sky, the gorgeous sculptures that can be seen everywhere, the various deeds of the kings carved everywhere, and the lively market. On both sides of the wide, clean street, there is a street lamp that uses magic as a lighting lamp every other section.

The Viscount genuinely felt that his little Wind Cliff Territory was really a poor countryman, and after waiting in the waiting room for almost half a night, the Viscount finally followed the other officials into the palace hall. The magnificence of the main hall is beyond words, and every corner is covered with a carpet made of the finest horse's hair. The whole hall is semicircular, high on the outside and low on the inside. Then in the center of the semicircle, a staircase extends. Above the stairs is the full core of the entire kingdom, the King, Henry III.

Amid the whispered chanting of the court priests, the king led his courtiers to finish their morning prayers, and then the acolytes beside him announced the day's agenda. The question of the viscount was put in third place. After two hours of arguing and invective, it was finally the Viscount's turn.

After the viscount was grief-stricken and told how his territory was forcibly occupied by a mage with powerful magic items, Henry III only leaned over and said a few words to the mage senator next to him, and then the acolyte announced the king's judgment, the king would send a part of the court mages and tens of thousands of knights to assist the viscount, and at the same time asked the owners around the viscount to help unconditionally.

In the reply of the Senate in agreement, the viscount did not expect that his small viscount territory would attract so much attention from the king, and in the weeping thanks, the viscount withdrew from the council chamber of the palace, and after thanking the soldiers who led him in, the viscount took a group of his relatives and found a relatively suitable hotel to live in, and a few days later, the lords around the viscount sent their soldiers, and at the same time, a mighty team in the capital also began to move towards the viscount, At the front of the line was the high-spirited Viscount.