Chapter 20: Hypocrisy and Grievance

As the saying goes, a gentleman doesn't move his hands, and the same is true for ladies, and even more so for ladies from aristocratic families.

Ever since Sophie oppressed Normer with her breath, she had put herself in a very embarrassing situation, not really doing it, because she knew that she was wrong, and did not dare to mess around;

The only way to get out of the whole body is that the boy is born with a soft bone, just playing tricks, and he can't withstand the coercion before he really does it, and then hurriedly surrenders and begs for mercy, admitting that he is rude and unreasonable, then she will return victorious. If you can use coercion to force the teenager to kneel in public, the result will certainly be more ideal.

It's a pity that Sophie even Nolmer's most basic point of judgment was wrong, and winning turned into a luxury.

With another heavy "snort", Sophie took two steps back unwillingly, giving up the middle position to the burly warrior who spoke, that is, her own uncle.

As soon as the woman in blue retreated, the two young men who were protecting her also silently canceled their combat alert and quietly retreated to their positions.

Waiting for Sophie to retract her locked breath, Normer slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, trying to relax her muscles and return to her natural relaxed state, although the shaking time is not long, the intensity is not small, and the pressure on the muscles must be relieved in time.

He has resisted the pressure of a noble woman for so long, and he refuses to retreat, on the surface it looks like nothing happened, but in fact, the blood inside is surging, his chest is like being pressed by a big and heavy stone, his breathing is very reluctant, and his whole body is very uncomfortable, just holding his breath and waiting for the elders of the other party's family to speak peace.

No matter how reasonable the woman in blue is, if she dares to use force against Chenxi, who is much younger than her, or affects herself, a "bystander", she will definitely be recognized as bullying the small, and if it is reasonable, it will become unreasonable.

According to the "good customs" of aristocratic circles, the real cause of the confrontation will gradually distort in the chatter of a long-tongued woman, and turn from a debate between good and evil to a chaotic family affair, a conflict of interests, and even a love dispute between men and women, until it completely dissipates in the wind.

This is definitely not a good thing for the powerful Sophie, and the damage to her reputation is certain, it is nothing more than the size.

After adjusting his breath, Normer looked sideways at Dawn and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

Chenxi smiled sweetly and replied gently, "It's okay, I'm fine, please rest assured." ”

"The young man is good! At such a young age, he can withstand the pressure of our Sophie for so long, which is quite good. Which family are you from?" the burly warrior with a loud voice took two steps forward and said softly.

His voice is naturally loud and full of energy, even if he deliberately lowers his voice with a friendly attitude, it still sounds very loud, and those who don't understand it think that he is changing his method and deliberately looking for a place for his niece. Just as Normer, who faced him, felt at the moment, his ears were ringing.

The person who came was indeed burly, and Ennormer's height needed to look up at him slightly, and he would be the first to take the lead in the posture, and as soon as he appeared, he naturally stood in the front of the center of the group, and it can be seen from this small detail that this person is usually used to standing in the core position to speak, which can only be a symbol of not low status.

Feel it more carefully for a while, you can find that the burly warrior's breath is condensed but not released, without the slightest intention to make a move, it faintly gives people a sense of majesty, just with this condensed and thick breath, there is no need to release the fighting spirit, this person's true cultivation should also enter the high-level ranks, but I don't know how many levels it is.

Well, here comes the old Jianghu talk.

Faced with the direct words of the high-level powerhouse, Normer smiled faintly, arched his hand easily and formally, and responded: "We are from the Vireni Empire. His father was Viscount Inmotoo of the Devil Collar. I am the eldest son in my family, and my name is Normer. ”

"Viscount Inmotoo?" the burly warrior froze when he heard this, he frowned slightly, thinking hard in his memory.

The name of the Vireni Empire was like thunder, and of course he knew it, and for reasons of his own duty, he knew it very well. It's just that this territory is different, the name sounds very unfamiliar, and as for the Viscount Inmotoo in the territory, it is so strange that he seems to have never heard anyone mention it, not even in books.

It is important to know that the Vireni Empire is currently the most powerful empire on the continent of Iopa, and its status can be called the bull's ear of the countries that rule the continent.

In the "Seventy Years' War" thousands of years ago, it was the king from the former Vireni Empire who united the remnants of various countries in time to fight against the powerful demon alliance, which lasted until the day when the major armies of the Shenhai and Shenhai clans came to help.

Therefore, after the war, the Vireni Empire, which contributed the most and contributed the most, naturally also reaped the most lucrative rewards, in addition to the original inherent territory, but also under the approval of the Heavenly Emperor, its power expanded to the northernmost part of the Terran continent, that is, together with the Biznis Kingdom to which the burly warrior family now belongs, it was once the territory of the powerful Vireni Empire.

It's just that thousands of years have passed, and no matter how powerful the empire and family are, they can't escape the fate of prosperity and decline, and they will eventually usher in the day of extinction.

The bloodline of the king, who was on the throne of the emperor of the Vireni Empire, has long been reduced to one of hundreds of millions of ordinary people in the rolling waves of history and the ruthless change of dynasties. The jewel-encrusted imperial crown, worn by several different families, now belonged to the new royal family, Lille the Great II.

And the Biznis Kingdom, in a dynastic change hundreds of years ago, became independent from the Virini Empire by virtue of the merit and strength brought about by the separation, and became a new kingdom on the mainland, but purely nominally, it is still one of the many vassal states of the Virini Empire.

Although the Vireni Empire today is far less glamorous than it was a thousand years ago, and has lost its majestic temperament, it is still the core of this Iolopa continent that other countries must look up to and surround around, and continues to shine on the entire continent and continue to influence the nations with its dazzling civilization.

It is precisely for this reason that all the countries of the mainland regard their culture as orthodoxy, admire and eagerly learn everything about the Vireni Empire, as well as the humanities, history, and military aspects of the country, and also deeply understand them under the guidance of this mentality of advocating the strong. Just like the burly warrior who just spoke, because of his family status and personal position, he can be said to know the political system and military strength of the Vireni Empire very well, and can be called the level of half an expert.

But he just hadn't heard of such a Di Wanling, and such a mysterious Viscount Inmotoo.

"I am Johnson Reno, the deputy commander of the royal capital of the Biznis Kingdom. The brother is the Count of Renault in the royal capital, a hereditary family. In any case, the boy had calmly reported his name, whether he had heard of their family or not, it was the burly warrior's turn to introduce himself, which was an important matter related to politeness or not, so he said his name, position, and family background briskly.

Normer understood, people deliberately pointed out the "hereditary family", just to let their party know that they are old nobles who have been inherited for a long time, with a deep heritage, and they are by no means nouveau riche who just jumped up a few years ago, and they don't understand anything but have to plug in everything to show their existence.

To put it simply, the old aristocracy looked down on the new aristocracy, thinking that they had no background, and that they were just some lucky people who would capsize when the political storm was stronger;

The new aristocracy looked down on the nouveau riche, believing that they were uneducated, and that they could have what they have today entirely by taking shit luck, and that they would burp at any time when their luck ran out;

And the nouveau riche scoffed at the first two, believing that they should all stand aside, and they didn't have any money of their own anyway......

Nothing more.

The young man nodded and said seriously: "Long Yang." ”

As for what you have admired for a long time, imagine it for yourself. After all, it is a seemingly polite but useless nonsense between nobles, specially designed to make each other who have never met not too embarrassed, and can continue to communicate, at this moment.

It's not nutritious, but it's necessary.

"May I ask where is this Di Wan Ling where your family is located?" Although he knew that it was a little rude to ask such a thorough question, Johnson Renault still asked curiously, he really wanted to know where this so-called Di Wan Ling and Viscount Inmotoo were.

Normer still smiled slightly, and explained: "Oh, our family's Di Wanling, just outside this Valley of Doom, through the Eight Hundred Miles of Dingjiao Asgobi, and then north over two mountains, we will arrive. ”

"In other words, where is Di Wanling at the junction with the Demon Realm?" the burly warrior silently calculated, carefully pondered the general direction, and then suddenly realized.

No wonder I haven't heard of this truth before, it turns out to be a border territory! It is the worst kind, you say that the border with the border is not good, but it is the border territory at the junction with the demon world! In a word, the one that is the least popular one!

For a moment, Johnson Reynolds' eyes changed when he looked at the boy, and if there was a little resentment or hostility at the beginning, it was now a deep sympathy.

"It turned out to be cannon fodder...... "The aristocratic woman in blue is not like her elders, her concentration is slightly insufficient, and she blurts out without leaving a myth, she hurriedly covers her small mouth with her hand, but everyone present knows what she is going to say later, it is nothing more than exclamations such as "cannon fodder collar!".

So the conversation is back to the unprecedented war.

After the end of the war, the two demon dragon tribes returned to their own places of residence according to the agreement, and the various non-human races that were related to the four powerful races, such as centaurs, dwarves, etc., also left the continent of Eoropa one after another, and settled overseas or in more remote subcontinents, and the original territory was naturally left to the human race.

In this way, together with the original wild areas of the mainland, the countries whose populations had been greatly reduced due to war and chaos suddenly became many more "new" territories that could be occupied and explored, thus opening a magnificent new chapter in the great development of the human race.

Speaking of the human race, this is really a rather magical race, compared to the elves, dwarves, centaurs and other distinctive races, the human race is born, the force of ordinary individuals is relatively much weaker, if there is a strong foreign enemy, the human race must unite in a short period of time to jointly resist foreign enemies.

However, as long as the external enemies are gone, the "fine tradition" that the human race loves and is good at internal fighting will be manifested as soon as possible.

Returning to the specific issue of opening up new territories, out of a deep-rooted desire to occupy land, the mainland countries will always feel that the land under their feet is not enough, so they have accelerated the pace of grabbing territory.

Suffering from the dilemma of a sharp decline in population, the leaders of various countries, at the suggestion of the dog-headed military advisors, unanimously promulgated a new policy, that is, to reward the nobles who had the courage to open up the frontier, and the prize was to take out about 3 to 50% of the newly developed mature land, give them as a hereditary territory, and hand over the rest to the royal family. The added privilege of this is that the descendants of the nobility of these territories can theoretically own the land forever, and they can also inherit the titles held by their ancestors at the same time, without the need for reduced inheritance.

Having a hereditary territory means that the material output is guaranteed, and the descendants of the family no longer need to run and fight for their lives, but can lie in bed and enjoy their achievements and enjoy life;

Having an unchanging title means that the title and status are stable, and the descendants of the family will bid farewell to the class of ordinary people, and will be born high and enjoy various privileges.

The prerequisite for achieving all these beautiful visions is that one's own generation, and even the next generation, must fight for their lives first, and earn a territory that is big and rich enough, and the larger the area, the better.

Why not set a small goal, let's say, a million square kilometers?