Soon the convoy drove through the aristocratic quarter, and all kinds of pedestrians were sticking their heads along the way. Finally arrived at the gate of the castle. Natilly stepped out of the carriage with the butler's help. The narrator, on the other hand, followed behind, and the soldiers of the castle were not focused on Natilly's striking appearance, including the viscount who came out to greet him, and their eyes were on the mine mule pulling the carriage.

"Her Royal Highness the princess has come to the Humble House from thousands of miles away, and the old man welcomes you on behalf of Wind Cliff Castle." The old viscount was not as vulgar and domineering as rumored, on the contrary, there was everything that should be done, from the red carpet to the procession of the soldiers. It not only shows the wealth of the Kingdom of St. Henry, but also reveals great self-confidence. Because Natiri's guards were only equipped with bells and whistles-looking cloth clothes, only a long black stick.

Although Natiri's guards are well equipped, this is from the perspective of the narrator-kun's world, and after having an unclear relationship with Natiri, the narrator-kun asked Dana to airdrop a whole team of military supplies in order to ensure her safety. Although it is only a simple equipment of explosion-proof troops, it is much higher than this world in terms of weapons and protection.

The soldiers were all equipped with a large transparent shield that could cover one person, and the material of the large shield was also a transparent high-hardness ceramic plate, which was much lighter than the large shield that the soldiers originally held. It is much harder, too. Each person's shield is a small shield that can be folded into a small shield for melee combat. At the same time, the front of the shield is equipped with a flash that can be used multiple times and emits a lot of light.

At first, the soldiers were extremely unhappy to change their clothes, but after Narrator Jun personally asked a soldier to use his sword to cut down the army uniform woven with graphene with all his might, although he was reluctant, everyone still wore this kind of clothing that was harder than armor, not to mention lightweight. On the premise that the princess would compensate them, everyone gave even the ancestral plate armor to the local villagers.

Wearing a multi-functional helmet that looks ridiculous. Pick up a shotgun that simply aims and pulls the trigger to turn enemies within a distance of fifty meters into a hornet's nest. It was funny, but the guards knew that the equipment and weapons given by these archmages were a hundred times stronger than the ones they had used before.

"See, the Black Dragon Kingdom has declined to the point that the whole body plate armor can't be equipped."

"Yes, yes, no wonder the princess of a country can only marry a son."

When the guards heard such whispers, they gritted their teeth angrily. But the princess gave the order directly, and the advantages of the equipment must not be exposed. Of course, everyone understands this truth, so they all secretly made up their minds to go to the school field to find this group of weak chickens who have not been on the battlefield to practice when they are not in class. Thinking about the way he pressed them under him and beat them wildly, the guards were in a much better mood.

It's been a few days since he arrived at Viscount Castle, and Narrator has always been regarded as the leader of this group of guards. On several occasions, the Viscount asked Natiri if the mine mule could be borrowed, but Natiri only agreed to take a closer look, and did not allow the Viscount's mages to go up and measure and test. When he saw the mine mule after the fire had been extinguished up close, the viscount's eyes flashed with greed. It was soon restored.

The bored narrator-kun has nothing to do, he can only flirt with the maid in the back kitchen, or go to the city to observe the social makeup of the world. At least the narrator knows that in this world, people are born with a destiny. A servant's son is born a servant, and a nobleman's son is born a nobleman. From the highest kings, clergy and nobles, soldiers, commoners and peasants. Finally, untouchables.

The aristocratic district is clean and tidy, and there are special people who are responsible for cleaning up in the aristocratic district every day. Flowers were planted in front of every house, and every family in the inner city, which was not very rich, had a small garden, so that the aristocratic quarters, inhabited by a small number of people, occupied an area as large as the plebeian inhabited by a large population

Along a stream that flows from inside the castle, the lower the status of the nobility the further downstream. The aristocrats compared themselves to each other and wore luxurious clothes. Eating sugar-rich foods. But it is still based on slimness as a reference for beauty pageants. But even so, these so-called nobles were nothing more than knights and their servants accepted by the viscount. In fact, it is impossible to become a real nobleman of the kingdom.

Civilians live in filthy markets, and the excrement and filth on the ground cannot be cleaned up in time. Compared to the villagers outside the city, the people here are slightly better dressed. It seems that they are all imitating the way the aristocratic lords wear them. There are shouting merchants and vendors on the streets, and there are screams in the dark alleyways, and then a few strong men will come out.

The girls with heavy makeup on the flower street bare their thighs, and the lines on their legs are drawn with something I don't know, trying to imitate the stockings that only the aristocracy can buy. From time to time, the girls dragged a passing man, and many men entered the Red Pavilion because they couldn't resist the temptation.

Nibbling on a local fruit called crispy fruit, the narrator walked casually in the market. Natilly was busy dealing with the nobles in the castle, and with Baron Montague by her side, she believed that there should be no problem.

"Yo! It's you, sir! ”

Hearing this shout, Narrator Jun turned his head and saw a familiar face, and his head quickly recalled that it was the captain of the soldiers at the city gate. The narrator was bored, so he said hello to the captain of the soldier, and the captain trotted to the narrator.

He was not wearing the chain mail he usually wore, but instead wore a relatively clean linen shirt over his body. He was followed by two other soldiers, who were also guards, and also came over and saluted the narrator.

"Oh~ It's you, how are you doing?" Narrator Jun looked at the captain of the guard with a grin

"Hey, thanks to you, life has been much better lately, and where are you going, sir, this is not a place for a noble person like you. The little ones give you a ride? The captain of the guard rubbed his hands and looked flattering, and the narrator was hot.

"Okay, I'm not familiar with this piece anyway, so you should be a guide."

Then the guards and his party laughed and browsed the market in front of the Viscount Castle. Along the way, Narrator Jun has seen a lot of people and things that he has never seen before, such as a kind of food called beach fruit that Narrator Jun paid for treats, which is still covered with mud, but according to the soldiers, this is a fruit that can only be seen in the south. The fruit has a hard skin, but the liquid inside can be drunk like a kettle by pinching off a leaf, and it tastes a bit like imperial coconut wine.

There is also a creature that looks like a lizard, skewered on a bamboo skewer, roasted to golden brown, sprinkled with grated coarse salt, it really tastes good, of course, in the surprised eyes of everyone, Narrator Jun took out the condiment in his compressed bag. Sprinkled with a little black pepper and cumin, all three soldiers cried as they ate. praised the narrator's boldness again and again, it turns out that there is no such product as cumin in this world, and pepper is still available, but the price is equal to gold. is a currency of exchange rather than a common seasoning.

Under the influence of the three guards, the narrator walked happily to the place he had never been. Through the introduction of these three people, Narrator Jun generally understands the exchange rate and living conditions here. The four of them walked into the lantern area in the uproar. There are all beautiful women here, completely different from those who stand on the street. It is said that they are the daughters of some nobles who have been killed.

Just as the four of them were talking about meat jokes and giggling, a miserable scream came from an alley next to them. It was obvious that a woman was being beaten, and the narrator couldn't help but look at it. However, the guards next to him stopped him:

"Master, this is the territory of the tyrannical tiger, the spring building here is basically covered by him, although the women here are pitiful, but if they are obedient, they can basically have no worries about food and clothing, and the people who are beaten inside must be where the newcomers are disobedient."

Narrator Jun originally planned to listen to the guards, there was too much injustice in the world, but suddenly a slightly changed imperial Chinese language came from the alley, and Narrator Jun heard this imperial Chinese and immediately turned around and walked into this alley. Since landing in this world, this is the first time I have heard the imperial Chinese, which proves that there is probably still an imperial power here.

The guards looked at each other for a moment, and finally decided to follow behind, the bully tiger couldn't be provoked, but they had to protect this noble lord who was not familiar with the world, otherwise the viscount would know about it, and he would have no good fruit to eat.

The peculiar rancid stench of the sewer stimulates Narrator's sense of smell. This is because there are almost no sewers, they are all directly in the open air, and black sewage overflows the streets. Passing around a corner, two strong men, holding whips, whipped an apparently thin woman. Next to him stood a diminutive man who looked like an aristocratic man.

"Phew! You lowly alien species, it is your blessing that our tiger master is willing to take you in, you dare not to pick up guests! ”

With a snap, the whip slapped into the woman's body. Then there was a heart-rending scream, and the woman begged desperately for mercy in a language that the strong man did not understand at all, and the woman's plea for mercy seemed to irritate the strong man

"Speaking the royal Chinese, haven't you low-level aliens even learned the royal Chinese!"

After saying that, another whip was whipped on the woman. The woman had long emerald green hair, pointed and long ears that were different from ordinary people, hidden in the strands of hair, and wore tattered slave clothes. Thick chains that shimmered with magic around her neck restricted the woman's movements. I could only curl up there and endure whipping after whipping.

This big man who used the whip was very skillful, but left a red bruise on the woman's body, and did not leave any broken skin or whip on the face. After a few more strokes, the strong man turned his head and said to a middle-aged man with a wrinkled face, fat and short clothes:

"Lord Lewis, you see it's almost over, and she hasn't resisted anymore, why don't you send it to your room now?"

The nobleman, known as Lewis, rubbed his short fingers, licked the mouth of what looked like a toad with his wide tongue, untied his wallet, and rewarded the big man with a few copper coins:

"Not bad, not bad, although I like to be a little resistant. But it's not bad to stay sober and not dare to resist. Hey, hey, hey. The nobleman, who let out a strange laugh, scratched his own bottom and continued:

"Little Evelyn, I spent a lot of money to get it, and you dare to bite Uncle Ben."

After speaking, a big mouth slapped on the woman's face. The woman's face instantly swollen. Blood ran down the fair skin. The woman, who had already yielded, held her swollen cheek and lowered her head.

When the nobleman raised his hand and was about to beat the woman again, his raised hand was easily grasped, and the nobleman looked back to see which daring pariah dared to stop his hand in Baron Lewis. I had to have someone cut off this dirty hand. However, the moment I turned around, the winning side came with a huge sole.

snapped, and saw the narrator holding the nobleman's hand in his left hand. The right foot stepped on the face of this nobleman, and the whole body leaned on his right leg, and the nobleman named Lewis, whose body was bent into a C-shape, was trying not to let himself go to the end.

"Lord Lewis! Who the hell are you! Don't let go of Lewis Stahl yet! ”

The two big men said and rushed up to push the narrator away. However. Narrator Jun took out an imperial electric baton from his compressed bag, and gently poked it into the chest of the nobleman named Lewis, and after a crackling sound, the nobleman finally couldn't support it and fell to the ground under the click. The narrator took the opportunity to change the posture of stepping on his side face:

"It's not cool~!"

Looking at the strong man who stopped, Narrator Jun just twisted it vigorously with his feet. Baron Lewis's face was all huddled together. The snot and tears on the face that were spasmed by the electrodes mixed together, flowing down the fat folds on the face and flowing to the ground. The baron snorted indistinctly with his tongue, which had been electrocuted:

"Uh-huh-hmm~~ Who are you self-directing, I'm so, oh, oh~~Ahhhh

Before he finished speaking, the narrator once again poked the electric baton on the nobleman's other intact chest, causing the nobleman to snort as if it was a little cool. After being electrocuted again, the nobleman lost consciousness. The fat tongue sticks out of the mouth, and the eyes roll like dead fish.

Every time the two strong men wanted to get closer, the narrator would poke the nobleman with an electric baton. Every time he poked the nobleman, the nobleman let out a lewd-sounding snort, making it difficult to figure out whether he was enjoying or suffering.

After several repeated temptations, the strong man finally decided to talk about it first. When the narrator saw that they didn't plan to come up again and use violence, he kicked the nobleman over and sat on the nobleman's fat buttocks:

"Oh, the two dogs are finally honest, so can you explain to me what the situation is?"

"You're ......"

Among them, the strong man holding the whip stretched out his hand to stop another strong man who was more impulsive, looked at the electric baton that the narrator was spinning back and forth in his hand, hugged his fist and said:

"Below is the guard of this Pomegranate Garden, see your extraordinary skills, and magic props. It must be where the lord came from, and I dare to ask, can I let go, Lord Lewis? ”

Facing the relatively polite strong man, the narrator shook the electric baton, pointed to the trembling woman hiding next to him and asked:

"There's no hurry, tell me what's going on with her?"

The two strong men looked at each other, and the strong man with the whip pulled the woman and pushed it in front of the narrator, and then showed a suddenly cheerful expression, showing a mouthful of big yellow teeth and said with a smile:

"The lord originally wanted this slut to serve, it's simple, you can enjoy it first, sir. But be sure to let Mr. Lewis go first. But this slut was bought by Master Lewis for a great deal of money. If the lord wants it, he still has to ask whether the lord Lewis agrees or not. ”

The three guards who followed behind him finally ran up breathlessly, and Lewis, who looked at the narrator as a bench, all took a step back, only the captain of the guards was careful not to step on this nobleman, and whispered in the ear of the narrator:

"Master, you're a bad person to mess with, this ....... The lord who was used as a chair by you is a nephew of Lord Viscount, and he is usually arrogant and domineering. The people who are targeted by him will not end well, you see that he is unconscious, let's hurry up and leave. ”

Narrator Jun raised his hand to signal that the guards were fine, but the guards saw that Narrator Jun didn't care, so they didn't continue, anyway, even if this old man woke up, they could say that they were here to save him. Ignoring the others, the narrator motioned for the woman with a standard Ida (Note 1) face to come up to him.

The woman trembled and walked in front of Bian Baijun and sat down on her knees. When he heard the narrator ask her name in standard imperial Chinese, the woman's eyes rekindled with hope. grabbed the hand of the narrator, and replied excitedly in imperial Chinese:

"Isisaradu, please help me, please help me."