Netheril’s Brilliance

In the world of Faerun, the strength of a country depends on the strength of the country’s strong defenders, but the prosperity of a country depends on the nobles who rule the poor.

After coming to the Maple Leaf Kingdom, seeing a small town with excellent geographical location and resources and environment reduced to a point where it was not as good as a refugee camp, punk knew that the aristocratic class and the strong class must have had a big problem.

Sure enough, before punk could ask Bin Rachel to hurry up, an event that seemed to be the norm in this small town happened in broad daylight.

An ugly-looking but gorgeously dressed young man swaggered down the street with an extremely arrogant look. His gaze was very vicious, sweeping around the poor people huddled in the corner, that look didn’t seem to be Regarding a living person, it is the same as picking goods from garbage.

I saw this fierce man patrolling all the way among a group of shivering poor. When he saw an old man wrapping a child tightly in tattered linen clothes, the eyes of the man who had originally looked impatient suddenly lit up:

"Hey! Get up for the old man!"

The man kicked the old man in the corner without warning, and then said viciously:

"Hey, dead old man, it's you, don't you hurry up to pay the poll tax, don't you want to live anymore, huh?".

This ugly man was obviously a noble child who came to collect taxes. Seeing his domineering appearance, the poor people around were just shuddering, not daring to pant. Even if they heard the old man's cry, no one took a second look.

The old man with a foot on his ribs almost couldn't breathe, but in order to avoid another foot, he had to get up hard and hugged the tightly bound little girl tightly in his arms while flattering the image Noble man begged for mercy:

"My lord, I am a sick old man, and there is only a piece of bark left on my body. I... how can I still have a head tax"!

The old man who had said these words had already begun to tremble with his hands. If nothing else, the fierce noble boy would surely slap his hands in anger, and he wouldn't give up unless he was dying.

Speaking of it, this aristocratic man knows better than anyone that these poor people can no longer squeeze more wealth, usually he comes to collect taxes more to beat people for fun.

But today, the noble man did not do anything unexpectedly. He looked at the old man in tattered clothes and even showed a weird smile.

"Hey, old man, you are very lucky. The Kingdom Recruitment Team came again yesterday. The kid in your arms looks a little bit charming. It just so happens that there is a shortage of "comfort girls" in the recruitment team. You hand her over. Even if the poll tax for this month is exempted"!

"Huh? This... this is absolutely not possible"!

Hearing the words of the aristocratic man, the skinny old man's complexion changed drastically, and the little girl in his arms shivered with fright. In this "slum", who doesn't know what the so-called army "comforts girls" does? If you are taken away, it is definitely better to die than life.

The unfaced old man immediately knelt down and begged for mercy, but the aristocratic man ignored the old man's pleading. He roughly pushed the old man away and pulled the little girl who was hiding in his arms.

"Hey, I can't see that this is still a little beauty. Before giving it to those brash men in the army, this young master should also play with it, hahahaha"!

"No, Nively, don't take Nivel away"!

"Grandpa, grandpa save me, I don't want to be a consolation girl, save me"!

The old man rushed to the noble man again regardless of the blood he coughed up when he fell to the ground, but how could the old man who had not eaten for a few days be the opponent of the young and strong noble man? He hadn't staggered a few steps before he was caught again. The noble man kicked to the ground.

For a while, the whole corner was plunged into chaos. The little girl's sorrowful cry, the old man's pleading, and the proud laugh of the noble man became a mess.

Compared with the chaos in the corner, the surrounding civilians were silent and irrelevant. The dozen or so poor people leaning on the wall outside were silently wrapped in linen cloth, acting like they didn't know anything.

However, just when the noble man was about to carry the little girl and leave, a thick palm was silently placed on his shoulder:

"Oh, the world is already so dark, don't start with the only light. Even if the tax payment is necessary, there is no reason to harm innocent children!"

The tone of the sigh was a bit low and hoarse, but the terrible power almost made the noble man limp on the ground.

There is no doubt that the person who is now taking the shot is bin Rachel who finally can't stand it.

Punk guessed right. Although this fat old man usually doesn’t match the words like kindness and carelessness, but only when facing children, Bin Rachel is like a different person. The whole camp will be instant. Change, even in the face of his apprentices, Bin Rachel, who can throw away at will, once he meets a child, he will immediately be like the Virgin possessed, and it seems to subvert the character.

Seeing that bin Rachel was going to be very serious about nosy, the troublesome punk had no reason to stop it, but he also wanted to know what happened in this country from the mouths of these poor people and this nobleman. The samurai's kingdom as a strong protector of the country is so gloomy that it is a bit puzzling.

The punk, who was provoked a little bit of interest, simply stood in the alley quietly watching Bin Rachel in front of a crowd of refugees (ke), (jin) (zhuang) and (bi).

The aristocratic man who was frightened by Bin Rachel's slap slapped a half-dead man into anger and became angry in the next second. Perhaps the nobleman inherited the IQ of the man's arrears in order to ensure the "pure blood" of the close relatives, perhaps because Bin Rachel was shoddy. His robe didn't look gorgeous. Of course, it was more because this noble man was not a professional. He didn't know that he was facing this powerful master spellcaster who had become angry.

Under the urge to become angry ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ this guy punched Bin Laknot without hesitation:

"Damn untouchable, you..."

"call"!

The second half of the aristocratic man's words did not come out at all, because the moment he just tightened his muscles, the flames released by Bin Rachel instantly evaporated the ugly aristocratic world.

Okay, I have to admit that this idiot is too capable. If his goal today is just an ordinary woman, maybe Bin Rachel, who is looking forward to the hospitality of Gioni-Zordas, won’t take care of it. Nosy, but unfortunately, the target of this guy is a little girl, and he even wants to pull the little girl to be a "comfort girl" in front of Ben Rachel! After the very successful anger of Bin Rachel, this noble man who was looking for death dared to attack the master-level powerhouse, and he died to such an extent that he was really not wronged at all. ...

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