In this world, people in high positions are not necessarily capable, and capable people are not necessarily in high positions. It's really weird.

- William

The city of Turan is a beautiful and rich coastal city. In particular, the lord of the castle is very kind. Of course, the beauty and richness of this place are only for certain people, and the person who can say that the lord of the castle is very kind will certainly not be a good thing.

Regardless of whether the city lord is kind or not, the city lord's hobby of enjoyment alone makes the daily life of ordinary citizens in Turan City not very good.

A cup of cat poop coffee every morning is the beginning of a happy day for the lord of the castle. It's just that the city lord didn't taste that cup of cat coffee today, and some of the aristocratic pale faces in the past turned red and purple, their lips were even blacker, and their hands trembled as if they had epilepsy. And all thanks to the young man opposite the lord of the castle.

The boy was wearing strange clothes made of unknown animal skins, and the clothes always exuded a smell that made the city lord about to collapse, and what made the city lord who was used to pampering him unbearable was that this young man actually buried his face in the animal skin from time to time and sniffed it deeply, and then showed a ** look!

"Honorable Lord of the City, Viscount Beckett. Under your wise management, you see how rich Turan City is now? The daily increase in population alone brings you a lot of income, right?For the sake of the safety of Turan City, and the efforts of our cottage people for Turan City, shouldn't we get some insignificant compensation from you?" the boy tried to make his words as gentle as possible, but he did not know that the more he did this, the more angry Beckett would be.

Viscount Beckett is still somewhat self-aware, and he doesn't think he's wise. As for the daily increase in population? That's nonsense, since the Empire's Blood Night, the royal family has been slaughtered almost completely, the empire has fallen apart, and there have been frictions between the various nobles, one big or smaller. The city of Turan was deliberately ignored by the nobles because of its geography and notoriously poor. Where are those civilians coming from here if they don't come here at this time?

"William, Viscount Beckett tried to keep himself as calm as he could face the boy. If you are not calm, you can't help it, you really annoy the bandit William, and you must be the one who suffers. You also know what the city of Turan looks like now. I opened five shelters in Turan City, and the daily food supply to the displaced people was a big burden for me. Moreover, those outcasts are like bloodsuckers, who will not bring me even a single gold coin, and I will provide them with free food and drink, and a place to live. These require a large amount of gold to invest. Beckett's voice almost trembled. There was a sentence he wanted to say but didn't dare to say, plus the subsistence allowance given to William's cottage, Viscount Beckett almost had to pay out of his own pocket.

William secretly scolded Beckett for being shameless. Shelters were built by displaced people. Despite Beckett's strong support, these shelters did not have a single copper plate for Beckett. As for the food for the displaced people, it was all the sea fish that they had caught in the sea, or the wild fruits they had picked in the mountains. Beckett's only effort was to get people to buy fish and firewood from the homeless people at a low price.

I thought about it, but William still said, "But we haven't even done serious work for the sake of Turan City, just to give you a safe environment." Without us, Turan City, or even the City Lord's Mansion, may not be as safe as it is now," William deliberately accentuated the word safety. Because he knew that this was the weakness of Viscount Beckett.

"You, want, more, !?," said Viscount Beckett, almost word for word. He had decided that this was the last time he would give William money, and the first thing Beckett did after he left was to train the City Lord's Guard.

"It's not been peaceful on the mountain lately, and the annual beast tide is coming. Our cottage should strengthen its defense. So...... Three thousand gold coins. I heard that in addition to the outcasts who came to Turan City, there are also many adventuring teams and mercenary groups, although we will do our best, but the city lord must be more careful. Especially those patrolmen in your hands, the death of one is not a small amount of money just for the settlement fee. William said.

Well, this is the penultimate time to give him money. Viscount Beckett thought hatefully. He didn't care much about the beast tide and the adventure group Viscount Beckett, but at the thought of the settling-in fee, Viscount Beckett's heart twitched. In the past, in order to fight against William and his group of bandits, the lord of the city recruited troops in the city and threatened to exterminate the bandits' lair. As a result, there were 5,000 people who entered the mountain that time, and only about 200 people came out. And everyone was injured, and when Viscount Beckett saw the number of the settlement fee, his already pale face suddenly became like a blank piece of paper.

Three thousand gold coins were packed in a hemp bag, weighing hundreds of pounds alone, and William carried it effortlessly on his shoulders, seemingly weightless. Gently and skillfully walked out of the City Lord's Mansion, and did not forget to smile gently at the City Lord's floor. He knew that the city lord was watching him from the window at the moment.

Viscount Beckett watched William disappear at the end of the road, and suddenly his whole body was relieved, and he fell to the ground retching. The smell of William's body was so persistent, like fermented rotten meat mixed with the stench of a beast. Let the stomach of the honorable Viscount Becket roll for a while.

Beckett said to the maid at the door: "I will not eat today, and besides, burn everything in this room, paint the walls again, and replace the floor. I'm going back and get some rest...... Vomit....... Viscount Beckett wanted to vomit, but he hadn't eaten anything today, so he really couldn't vomit. And for the maid at the door, this is no longer strange, there will always be that once a month. It's like a woman's one, very punctual.

William thought as he walked, if 3,000 gold coins were available, everyone in the cottage could get more than a dozen gold coins, and he could get more than 100 gold coins, and he could buy some equipment, or dig more traps on the mountain road? All the fourteen-year-old William could think of was how to make the business in the cottage easier and easier. But he didn't wonder why his father, Reha, would put him in charge of these businesses at the age of fourteen.

William returned to the cottage with a large bag of gold coins, but there was no cheering from the unexpected crowd, but he found that the faces of the people in the cottage were unusually serious. Even Uncle Bakken, who is the most cheerful on weekdays, is sitting under an uncle at the moment, smoking dry cigarettes, and sighing from time to time.

"Hey, old Bakken, what's wrong? Isn't it despised by some? It's not like you. William asked with a smile

"Yo, it's William. Alas, the cottage over there has come to us again. They said they were in the Hall of Righteousness with Reha, so you should go and see it. Fuck Floweren, that kid thought it was fucking great to have a marquis as a backer. If it hadn't been for Leiha's confession, Lao Tzu would have destroyed its cottage a long time ago. I don't know what Reha thinks now, everyone has come to the door, and he still discussed with others, and discussed a fart, if you want me to say, just chop them up and feed them to the monsters, and see if they dare to come to find trouble. Bakken scolded.

William frowned. He didn't doubt that Bakken would be able to destroy Floweren's cottage. Bakken is a ninth-level warrior, and he has practiced a very powerful fighting spirit, and it is not difficult for him to destroy the Croren Cottage. It's just that...... Reha has been a soldier from the very beginning. There are many cottages on Mount Turan, but William's cottage is the most powerful. However, because of the elite route, the number of people is also the smallest. And there are a lot of women and children. It is not difficult to destroy a bandit's den, but after it is destroyed, it is inevitable that another one will come out. Who can guarantee the safety of the women and children in the cottage?

Yitang is the largest house in the cottage. Usually, if there is any major event or a meeting in the cottage, it will be held in the righteous hall. For the cottage, Yitang is the most important place in the entire cottage, and it is strictly forbidden for anyone to make noise here. And at this moment, William could hear the argument coming from the Yitang from a long distance. William entered the hall with a calm face, and saw his father Leha sitting on a chair and sneering at the people in the hall. Where was the middle-aged Floweren, who was spitting and saying something, there was another person next to Floweren, whom William had not seen. The man looked no more than thirty years old, dressed in a gray robe. The ring on the hand looks expensive. What really caught William's attention, however, was the style of the man's clothes and the badge on his chest. That man is a magician!

Across the continent, the meaning of a mage is powerful, rich, and mysterious.

"It's not the same now, Reha. You people are short-sighted, and of course you don't understand what the pattern is today. The Plantagenet dynasty is over and doesn't exist anymore. The great nobles in the west had already begun to fight. Now there is only one way in front of you, and that is to surrender. I have carefully studied the current situation, and the Marquis of Sauron, the lord of Lille to the west, is very strong. The most important thing is that his territory is adjacent to our Turan hills. And Lord Sauron is surrounded by powerful magicians. Most importantly, Lord Sauron has the heart to woo you now. This is an opportunity you should not miss. Floweron blushed and said with a thick neck.

Reha saw William come in, smiled and said: "Floweron wants to merge with us and join the army of the city lord of Lille City, what do you think?"

William thought for a moment and smiled, "We're just a rabble, I'd love to know how the Marquis could be interested in us?" William said, looking at the magician.

The magician smiled faintly, ignoring William's meaning. And Clauren, who was next to him, said that the Marquis of Sauron is very talented, how can you understand his foresight? This is your chance, I advise you to send someone to surrender to Lord Sauron.

William frowned. Let's not talk about whether that Sauron is eloquent or not, this attitude alone makes William very unhappy. It was as if it was a great honor to be valued by him. What's more, if that marquis is really as Clauren said, why would he take a fancy to his little cottage? Suddenly, a sentence appeared in William's heart.

Weasel gives New Year's greetings to chickens.

At that moment, the magician stood up. Said slowly: Lord Sauron has given you this opportunity, you must take advantage of it. In this case, you gather people first, and I'll see how strong your cottage is. It was as if William had agreed to surrender.

But the magician didn't think so. If it weren't for Lord Sauron's worries about whether you would make trouble when he was fighting, how could you put forward such a condition? Although the strength of this group of people is good, but bandits are bandits, how can they compare to the regular army? In my opinion, Lord Sauron is also too worried. Although these bandits are powerful, as long as they draw a few hundred guards, no, they don't need guards to deal with them. Pumping out a few hundred second-line troops would be enough to wipe them out dozens of times. But after all, they are in the mountains, occupying a favorable position. The magician hated to think.

"I advise you to retract this sentence. I don't know what about the Marquis of Sauron. But I don't think our cottage needs to be attached to the Marquis. I think you'd better go back. If I really gather the people in the cottage, I'm afraid I won't be able to control the scene. I don't think you'll be hurt even if you're a magician. William said coldly. He really couldn't get used to this man's approach. If it weren't for the fact that the other party was a magician, he would have started scolding his mother a long time ago.

Silent.

The magician looked at William, and William glared at the magician unceremoniously. I think this thing can't have a problem with sexual orientation, right? I heard that there are many people in the nobility who have this hobby. Is this thing in love with me?" William thought as he glared at the magician. If that magician knew what William was thinking, I don't know if a fireball spell would have grilled William directly.

After a long time, the magician sneered: Very good. Just wait for Lord Sauron's army to arrive. And you cottage will completely disappear in Turan Mountain because of your stupidity!, and the magician walked out of the righteous hall.