Chapter 356: How can we manage the Great Western Territory well by working with insects like you? !
Great Western Territory is a city located at the crossroads in the southeast.
A group of nobles and officials from various cities in the Western Region are here to participate in the grand event.
"Lord Sweetin, how have you been lately?"
The young nobleman holding a red wine glass and accompanied by a beautiful female companion approached a man with gray hair and a gorgeous dress. The old man said hello.
"It's good, that group of ignorant barbarians used a little force to make so-called rules for us upper-class people.
Nowadays, the tax revenue in my territory is getting worse every year. Even if you want to find some beautiful girls in the territory to play with, you still have to be afraid that the untouchables below may report you to those assassins and barbarians..."
The old man in gorgeous clothes yelled dissatisfied. .
"Your Excellency Sweetin, be careful what you say!"
The young nobleman changed his expression and his title.
The butcher knife of the Assassin League has killed too many dignitaries in recent years.
"Be careful what you say, before long, those assassin barbarians will be finished!"
The old man in colorful clothes said disdainfully.
"It's not over yet, what if this time..."
Before the young man finished speaking, he was interrupted by the old man.
"Nothing is wrong. Even if the assassins sent by the empire cannot do it this time, don't forget that we still have the best martial arts master in the West this time. As long as the two leaders of the assassin barbarians are eliminated, the remaining guys can Resist our army? "
The old man was very confident, and the people who heard him also agreed. They, the dignitaries of the Western Region, have been suffering from the Assassin Alliance for a long time.
Otherwise, the empire would not have sent espionage personnel to contact them this time. After learning that so many people were willing to join forces to deal with the Assassin League, they would have generously donated money among them, secretly providing unconditional support to the empire’s spies. All kinds of support.
“However, I didn’t expect that Baron Romanson, who is apparently the most flattering to the Assassin’s League, would actually be the initiator of these barbarians who united with us to plan the Assassin’s League.”
Someone suddenly said, and the surrounding dignitaries also looked at the person mentioned. The lord of this city was now surrounded by others in the center, like the upstart Baron Romanson who was the core figure.
"This is probably what is called, not only does a biting dog not bark, but it will also wag its tail and beg for mercy from its temporary owner when there are bones to eat."
In this regard, the old man in Chinese clothes sneered.
"Hahaha..."
The dignitaries surrounding him laughed in agreement.
But no one laughed too loudly.
After all, the baron who was a tax collector over there was also valued by the Assassin's Alliance because he was the first city lord to pay taxes to the Assassin's Alliance. Therefore, he was also valued by the empire that planned the Assassin's Alliance as an important traitor. With.
If the Assassin's League is wiped out this time, this person's contribution is not small. His previous small mistakes in flattering the Assassin's League will not be easily forgiven, and he will be valued by the empire, and he will become a peacemaker. They, these well-established dignitaries, are equal to each other, or even beyond.
Even if their group is dominated by Marquis Sweetin, it is hard to offend Baron Romanson. Who knows what will happen in the future.
As if he could read the thoughts of the people around him, the old man in colorful clothes suddenly revealed a piece of gossip to them in a low voice.
“I have a cousin who works at the center of the empire and is a pen clerk in the Minister’s Office. According to him, His Excellency Minister Ernest is very dissatisfied with Baron Romanson who takes the lead in paying taxes to the barbarians.
Well, he looks glamorous now, but that’s because the empire still needs to use him, but what will happen to him when he is no longer needed? "
"Lord Sweetin, what do you mean? "
"Romanson has a habit of flattering others and pretending to be a showman, but he has made a lot of money privately. When he is liquidated, half of his family property will be given to His Excellency Minister Ernest. Go, I don’t want the other half, please share it with you. Not only that, if your family’s caravan passes by this place in the future, all business taxes will be reduced by half. "
Hearing this, the laughter of the surrounding dignitaries suddenly became louder. Although Datou's management of the city may have to be taken by the old man alone, fortunately, the other party still has other benefits.
“You guys, don’t know what you are laughing at? ”
At this time, Baron Romanson came over after hearing the laughter, but he smiled and asked everyone.
"Nothing, it's just that His Excellency Marquis Sweetin just told a joke, and we thought it was funny."
Someone answered.
“Oh, I don’t know what the joke is, can you tell me about it too?”
The baron asked with a smile, but the people around him smiled and said nothing, but they looked at the jackals in their eyes. The tiger and leopard look is hidden.
"This joke is funny to us, but it may not be funny to you. Your Excellency, Baron Romanson, it's getting late. It's time for you to go on stage and talk."
The old man in gorgeous clothes responded with a smile, not showing any signs of it. The disdain he expressed towards the baron in front of him just now came out.
"Is it time?"
At this moment, a male waiter ran over and whispered in Baron Romanson's ear.
“Sorry, sorry, I’ll go on stage right now.”
After hearing what he didn't know, Baron Romanson also had a smile on his face.
After apologizing to everyone here, he walked straight towards the high platform.
"A lucky dog, humph, let you be proud for a while."
After Baron Romanson left, Marquis Sweeting spat.
“Thank you for attending this banquet...”
Baron Romanson, who took the stage, first made an opening statement, and then cited all the cruel and atrocious things the Assassin League had done to powerful people like them over the years.
“We are just collecting taxes normally (heavy taxes), and occasionally having fun with the people below (bullying men and women, occasionally killing people who don’t like it for fun), they (Assassin’s League) are those barbarians He actually judged us as guilty and committed horrific killings against us noble people..."
Baron Romanson took out a handkerchief, wiped away the non-existent tears, and suddenly raised his arms. call: "But fortunately, the lord of the empire is here, and we have a sunny day in the Great Western Region.
I know that among the people present, there must be people who are willing to betray the assassin Barbarian, but I want to tell you, those The traitor assassins are finished.
Just now, I received information that the empire’s assassination troops had wiped out all the barbarians in the dense forest five kilometers west of the city.”
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a lot of discussion in the venue, but what is certain is that the dignitaries who can come here to participate in the grand event (planning the Assassin League) are all loyal ministers to the empire, and their faces are all smiling. .
"Come, push the wine in."
Following the order of Baron Romanson on the stage, a group of male and female attendants walked in pushing carts containing fine wine glasses. The lobby of the City Lord's Mansion.
“This is the treasure of the wine cellar in Marquis Clinton’s home. Although Marquis Clinton was murdered by the Assassin League three years ago, his wine can still be with the world at the moment when dawn arrives in the Western Territory. We are together, I wish Let’s drink this wine of victory with you all.”
Baron Romanson took the lead in picking up the red wine glass brought by the attendant who came to the stage, raised it high, and said to the people below: “Cheers to the empire. ! ”
The atmosphere has been adjusted in place, and the mood has been completely aroused. The dignitaries below, no doubt including him, also raised the fine wines brought by the attendants in their hands, and echoed in unison: "Cheers to the empire!"
On the stage, Baron Romanson drank the wine in one gulp.
A group of powerful people in the audience also followed suit.
However, some people frowned and sipped the wine, which tasted a bit strange.
“Baron Romanson, please take more care of me in the future.”
Some people thought that after this time, Romanson would definitely be favored by powerful people who wanted to flatter him.
The dignitaries surrounding Marquis Sweetin looked at people who did not know the truth as if they were clowns, patting a dog with a playful look in their eyes.
But soon, this joking was interrupted...
"Take care of you more, how do you want me to take care of you more?"
"Of course It’s all aspects…”
"Pah~"
Before he finished speaking, the little nobleman, who was licking his face to ask for attention, received a slap from Baron Romanson on the face.
"How can we do good politics and run the Great Western Territory well when we work with greedy insects like you?"
A roar of anger rang out, and the dignitaries present looked at each other, somewhat puzzled. What kind of madness is this?
"Baron Romanson, what's the matter with you? If you don't take care of you when you're developed, why bother to take action?"
An official who was close to the little nobleman who was beaten started to complain.
"Ha, do it? No, this is action!"
After Baron Romanson finished speaking, he suddenly threw the empty wine glass in his hand to the ground.
There was a snap and the wine glass shattered.
And as if this was the starting gun, in the next moment there were continuous whining sounds from around the hall.
The dignitaries present looked at the sound and saw that the personal guards who had followed them were killed by the waiter who pushed the wine in.
"Romanson, what are you doing?"
Someone asked in shock and anger.
"What are you doing? Of course I will kill you greedy insects."
Baron Romanson replied matter-of-factly.
"But, why is this?"
Someone asked again.
In response to this, Baron Romanson just suddenly stood on the ground, made a somewhat strange posture with his hands tilted, and then shouted to a group of dignitaries questioning him: "Long live the red scarf, long live the League of Assassins, justice and I am with you!”
The loud voice stunned the powerful people who heard it.
“No, are you from the League of Assassins?”
After two or three seconds, a noble asked.
“Exactly.”
Baron Romanson retracted his strange gesture, but smiled and nodded in recognition.
“But how can you be from the Assassin’s League?”
As a matchmaker for the Imperial Intelligence Agency in the Great Western Territory, I contact people who hate the Assassin’s League in major cities in the Great Western Territory. Various powerful people, big and small, secretly formed the leader of the anti-assassin alliance.
Although he was the leader on the surface, the situation of jumping against the Assassin Alliance in front of them at this moment still made all the powerful people who opposed the Assassin Alliance feel a little confused.
“Why can’t I be from the League of Assassins? From the very beginning when the Imperial Intelligence Agency contacted me, I reported this matter to Lord Maillard of the League of Assassins, and that Lord asked me to use his plan. ,Purpose Just to lure out you group of hidden insects, I really didn’t expect that you guys are really stupid, with brains like insects..."
Baron Romanson’s sarcasm made a group of powerful people a little bit agitated. The red is warm. "The news that the barbarians of the Assassin's League were wiped out by the Empire's assassination troops..."
"Of course that is false. It was the Empire's assassination troops that were really wiped out."
"Ah!"
The dignitaries exclaimed, and immediately some quick-thinking ones knelt down on the spot.
"Lord Romanson, you know me. I have always been your die-hard supporter. If you support the empire, I will support the empire. If you support the Assassin League, I will support the Assassin League. ..."
"You are really a good dog. It's a pity that I don't want a wallowing like you."
"Ah, how can this be done?" br>
The official who failed to kneel down looked desperate.
"Damn it, catch Romanson. Only by catching him can we survive."
Suddenly, someone shouted in a group of powerful and upper-class people.
The blood of some young powerful people who did not want to sit still and wait for death was rising. Their defenses had been broken because they had been deceived, but they began to rush towards Romanson.
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"Miss Hill, please."
In response, Baron Romanson bowed slightly to the spectacled attendant beside him.
"Get behind me, don't get splattered with blood."
The girl with glasses said something, and a cute little white dog slipped out from under her long skirt.
“Don’t be scared, that’s just an underage puppy. Even if it’s a domesticated special dangerous breed, it’s still a thin dog!”
Some people stopped, but others continued to encourage. The flow of people rushing towards Romanson stopped and then continued rushing this way.
“Xiao Wang~”
Hill barked softly, and the little white dog instantly turned into a strong white dog.
More than two meters tall, with gnarled muscles, scarlet eyes, and sharp teeth.
He reached out and swept forward, and before he could stop the flow of people, the first few people were swept away.
In just an instant, they flew up like rag dolls, their bodies breaking apart due to the scratching of dog claws.
“Bang~”
With another punch, the person who had no time to retreat was punched into the ground from head to toe by the hundred-armed giant Xiao Wang. Blood, flesh, and mud were splashed everywhere. yes.
"Roar~"
With a roar, the big mouth opened to reveal a circle of fangs, scaring a group of rich and powerful people covered in flesh and blood to the point of peeing.
"Lord Romanson, please forgive me, I swear to serve the Assassin League from now on!"
The man who was frightened again knelt on the ground and prayed.
"I'm sorry, it's a bit late for you to say this now. Well, it's almost time."
"What do you mean..."
I've been hiding behind this. The middle-aged nobleman who was asking the question suddenly felt something dripping on his hand. When he lowered his head, he saw that it was blood.
"Ah, you're bleeding!"
Someone exclaimed.
“You, you poisoned the wine?”
“It’s just pesticide.”
“Ah~”
Everyone started to cover their stomachs and fell to their knees in pain.
"Squeak~"
The door to the city lord's palace opened at this time, and Maillard, wearing a tight-fitting combat uniform, walked in with cat steps.
"Da da da~"
While passing by the fallen dignitaries and elites, the man looked left and right, as if admiring the blooming flowers of the other side.
"Romanson, you did a good job."
She praised the Baron.
"This is all due to Lord Maillard's wise leadership."
The Baron bent down, not daring to look at the sexy leader of the Assassin's League through colored glasses.
"I just provide you with insect poison. Being able to make so many idiots drink it is all due to your ability. Don't be too modest."
"Yes."
Baron Romanson responded obediently and waited for a while before asking: "Lord Maillard, do you want to dispose of the bodies of these people separately?"
"Well, Cut off their heads, then make specimens and send them back to their cities for the residents, nobles, and officials of those cities to watch, so that everyone will know what will happen if they dare to violate the ban and resist us and the Assassin League. .”
Mailard thought for a while and said.
"Then do the families of these guys want to..."
Baron Romanson made a neck-cutting gesture.
"No, except for those families who stood up to resist, I will keep all those who are kneeling. After all, we are assassins representing justice and will not harm our families easily."
Maillard said with a smile.
"Doing this, isn't it a bit like letting dangerous species return to the mountains..."
"Oh, are those remaining species considered dangerous species?"
Maillard chuckled lightly, then looked at the man in front of him and asked: "You, on the other hand, are so eager to eradicate the roots, are you thinking that you will have a chance to rebel against the empire in the future?"
"Pfft~"
Romanson knelt down directly and defended: "It's absolutely not the case. I used to want to be A good person, but I don’t have this opportunity, and now that the Assassin’s League has given me this opportunity, how could I betray the Assassin’s League? My loyalty to the Assassin’s League can be seen day by day!”
“Then do your best, don’t do it! Thinking too much.”
Mailard said nothing.
The League of Assassins only looks at behavior and does not believe in human nature.
If you have to believe in something, it’s probably the knife in your hand.
There are still a group of dead remnants of those who violated the law, and what those people hate most is the baron in front of them who rebelled and poisoned their families.
This makes it more difficult for the opponent to counterattack in the future, or even impossible. Only by wholeheartedly relying on the Assassin League can the opponent survive.
Well, some people may say that this is too much, to treat a righteous and good official like Baron Romanson who has reformed his consciousness like this. However, is this man really a righteous and good official who has reformed his consciousness?
No, this is just an ordinary person drifting with the crowd.
During the empire's rule, the other party was a corrupt official who took credit cards and forced poor people who could not pay taxes to sell their children and daughters.
But after the Assassin League came and killed a large number of disobedient dignitaries in the city, and the other party was lucky enough to ascend to the position of city lord, Romanson became a good reformed official according to the standards of the Assassin League. .
And because he was once a corrupt official, he was more aware of the methods used by corrupt officials to deceive superiors and subordinates, but he provided many constructive suggestions for the Assassin's League's ban standards.
This man has betrayed the original corrupt official class and is a real wallflower. Wherever the wind blows, people will fall.
The reason why such a person defends the Assassin's Alliance is simply because the power and position he currently holds are all due to the Assassin's Alliance's actions in the Western Region.
The other party is a smart man. He may know that once the Assassin League falls, his position as city leader will be gone, and he will even be settled by the queen of the empire.
"Oh, by the way, there is a living person over there. He is not poisoned. Remember to be careful when beheading."
Mailard said suddenly.
“Bang~”
Sweetin, who was pretending to be dead on the ground, instantly jumped up and ran towards the gate of the City Lord's Mansion.
A guard from the City Lord's Mansion tried to intercept the other party, but was punched away by the other party.
"When I was young, there were some people who practiced martial arts in Huangquan Temple. If you don't want to die, get out of here!"
The old man in gorgeous clothes roared and rushed to the door, just as he was about to rush out of the door. When, his head suddenly fell from his neck.
A thin silk thread lay across the door of the city lord's palace. Maillard moved his fingers, and the cross-tailed thread was retracted.
"Was the level of Huangquan Temple so bad before? Or is it just that the opponent is a waste and there is no sense of achievement in killing it, right, Hill?"
"Miss Maillard, I still Please don’t engage in workplace sexual harassment at work.”
“Wang~”
Xiao Wang yelled at Mailad twice before jumping into Hill’s arms.
Baron Romanson wiped his sweat. He looked at the retracted cross-tail thread crossing the front of his neck.
"By the way, Lord Maillard, I don't know if you have been attacked by the best martial arts master in the west. I heard that it was the old man Sweetin who organized people to donate money for the imperial spies to hire."
He changed the topic, pointed at the body in the direction of the door of the City Lord's Mansion, and said.
"The best martial arts master in the west? Who is it?"
Maillard was a little confused.
“It’s Uncle Sambasan. After he took over the task of dealing with us and took the imperial people’s money, he came directly to one of our intelligence bases and sold the information to us in front of us. Our intelligence officers swore that although he was a martial artist, he also understood benevolence and would never take action against our Assassin Alliance."
Nahasiu came over and said.
"Oh, it's the double-winner of the Western Conference who is overly hydrated. What he says is better than what he sings. If he really has the ability, he would attack us. Where is the other person now? I'll follow him. Let him communicate.”
The empire's conspiracy has been crushed by them, and a lot of insects in the Western Region have been wiped out. Now that everything is fine, Maillard plans to slap the face of the best martial arts master in the Western Region, but he wants to know whether he is good at martial arts. , or dancing is better.
"He was convinced. After selling the news, he went directly into the Gifonola Sea Tree Forest."
(End of this chapter)