Hearing this, Beta smiled softly, and he waved his fingers.
"No, to be exact, I built this city." Beta looked at Sharp and said, "The manpower I used at the beginning was the slaves I bought. Every plant and tree here is my property .According to the general law, this is my city alone, and has nothing to do with you nobles and big businessmen."
These words have been said very plainly, and those who can't understand the meaning are fools.
Sharp stood up: "Since the Pope thinks there is no problem with doing this, then I have nothing to say."
The other three stood up after him.
"Your Majesty, I still say the same thing. The world of humans belongs to humans. We can give love and sympathy to foreigners, but we must not give them status. This is the advice of an old man in his fifties."
Rely on the old and sell the old
Beta chuckled lightly: "Fifty-year-old man. The elf lady next to us is over a hundred years old. If you say that, you should listen to her."
Emilia gave Beta a blank look.
Sharp's face shook, and he left with his three companions.
The Winter Wolf Saintess suddenly said from the side: "Your Majesty, has our Frostwolf Clan provoked some forces recently?"
"It's none of your business." Beta said with a smile, "The remaining Frostwolf clan has always behaved quite well. Standard good citizens. Remember those elders in your clan? This Viscount Sharp is just like them."
Having said that, the Holy Maiden of the Winter Wolf understood what was going on. It turned out that the power struggle had affected herself and others.
"Then I will take my leave first." The Winter Wolf Saintess stood up.
"Thank you for the hospitality of the Pope." Emilia also stood up and said to Beta: "If you have time, please come to our woods as a guest to strengthen the connection and friendship between the two tribes."
Beta nodded: "Yes."
After all the guests had left, Beta withdrew the skills of the Hero Banquet. He took a shower first, and then went to Angel's room.
The former queen is definitely not the most beautiful among beta women, but she is definitely the most considerate of men.
She knows all kinds of postures, all kinds of techniques, all kinds of 'voices' that are helpful and interesting.
Only you can't think of it, but you can't do it without her.
Especially her female superior's waist shaking dance almost made Beta's soul tremble. If Yunlong's blood was not domineering enough, Beta might be able to be a quick shooter for less than two hours at a time.
After midnight, Beta finally temporarily disarmed the gun.
He leaned on the head of the bed with his arms around Angel.
Angel lay lazily in his arms, eyes full of admiration. After a while, she asked, "How did you go with that Viscount Sharp?"
"Of course the talk broke down."
Angel smiled and said, "No accident, then, what are you going to do?"
"I can see it. They just want power." Beta said flatly: "The power of Woking City is in our hands. As nobles, they have the name of nobles, but they have no power at all, so They're very upset."
"If you want to grab power from us, you have to have enough strength." Angel snorted coldly: "That is to say, Beta, you are kind-hearted, and other people with similar power as you probably want to They all disappeared."
I am not kind! Beta sighed inwardly, and then said: "They just saw that I would not kill casually. As long as I act within the rules, I can only accept the move. I have to say, that Viscount Sharp is a bit smart."
"Then what should we do?" Angel also had a good understanding of Woking's teachings, and knew that Woking's most important thing was 'relative fairness' and 'rules'.
"Don't worry, I have a solution."
Hearing this, Angel fell asleep in peace. She was indeed tired after tossing around all night.
The next day, Beta found Shirley: "You ask someone to investigate the past of the four people last night. Just write down all the stains. Two days later, please ask the bard union to process and create all their black materials. Singing in the tavern."
Shirley chuckled: "You are too bad."
"It's called doing things according to the rules, not bad." Beta continued: "Investigate what kind of business they do. After checking it out, we also buy the same goods, and the store is opened opposite them. It is 10% lower than theirs price for sale."
"Investigate them thoroughly to see if there is any tax evasion."
Shirley clicked her tongue: "The brains of these people are flooded before they think about taking power out of your hands."
"Power must be released. But it must not be released to them." Beta sighed: "After a while, let's improve the formation of the cabinet."
Sharp returned to his manor, extremely unhappy. The three companions on the road looked at him with gloating and disdainful eyes.
"Since you don't think I'm a person, I can only increase the intensity of the rumors."
After walking around the room a few times, he called his housekeeper, and after a few words, he showed a sinister smile.
But things didn't develop as he imagined. The news that the elves had bought the city lord did not cause any waves. On the contrary, in the last two days, when he went to other nobles' homes to attend banquets, the male nobles looked at him strangely. There was nothing on the surface, but it seemed I shy away from him a bit.
Once the business is over, I don't chat with him anymore, and leave after talking.
The female ladies, on the other hand, hid aside and whispered to each other. When they looked at him, they would chuckle from time to time.
Something is wrong.
Sharp with a gloomy face returned to the manor, called the housekeeper, and said, "The situation outside is not right recently. It seems that something unfavorable to me has happened. Go out and investigate what's going on."
The butler led the order to go outside to find some familiar friends. Most of the steward's friends are stewards of other nobles. That's probably what it means.
The butler took the initiative to give some gadgets as gifts, and when he asked a question, the group of people laughed.
Several even laughed so hard that they were in tears.
After laughing, the friend asked the butler to go to the tavern to have a look.
In the tavern, the butler gaped and listened to the bard sing some slightly adapted stories.
Although the name has been slightly changed, anyone who knows a little about the nobles of Woking City will know who the bard is singing about.
Even if you don't know, just ask others, and there will be a wave of "science popularization" from curious people immediately.
The butler spent most of the night listening to the bard's story.
In this story, the owner is a farmer, and in order to become a warrior, he took the initiative to sell his ass to the swordsmanship instructor.
After becoming a professional, he did mercenary missions and betrayed his companions several times in order to survive. Relying on his own insidiousness and viciousness, as well as the dead money of his companions. Sharp saved more than a hundred gold coins in his thirties and bought the title of baron.
Then he continued to use the mercenary period, selling his buttocks for glory, betraying his friends for profit, and became a viscount when he was about fifty years old. But that's not all, he even worked as a dust picker a few years ago.
After the incident, he beat his youngest son to death and occupied his daughter-in-law.
These are all things that happened before he came to Woking City.
A series of short stories made the butler break out in a cold sweat.
He didn't go back and report the matter to his master, but left Woking City directly with his old wife and son.
The desire to survive is very strong!
The butler knew his master's character very well. Once he went back and reported the matter, the angry master would get angry and beat himself to death.
Sharp waited for a day and a night, but he didn't see the housekeeper coming back. He felt a little strange, and then sent guards to look for him, but found that no one was in the housekeeper's house.
His first reaction was to see if there was something missing in his manor, but after searching, he found that there was no shortage of money or treasure.
He became more and more strange, and took the guards to walk outside. On the street, he overheard loud laughter from a tavern, and vaguely heard his name.
He ordered the guards to go in and find out what was going on.
This guard was rather stupid. After he came out, he told Sharp everything he had heard, and when he returned to the manor, the guard quietly became the fertilizer for the flower fields in the backyard of the manor.
"This is the Pope's counterattack." Sharp patted his desk heavily, furiously saying, "Despicable, too despicable."
"How could he be so dirty and lose his reputation!"
Sharp's lips were trembling non-stop. He also came to Woking City because he couldn't stay in the original city and his reputation was too bad. He wanted to change to a new environment and a new way of life.
At that time, there was a shortage of people in Woking City, and the review was not very strict, so he was allowed to sneak in.
"No, I want to fight back."
Sharp understood what kind of city joke he had become. In the face of this level of jokes, the rumors he threw out were like pebbles falling into the waves, and nothing could be turned up.
Just as he was thinking hard about how to counter it. A guard came up in fear and reported: "Master, our shop is in trouble."
"What's going on!" shouted a distraught Sharp.
The guard shrank his neck and said in a low voice: "You have opened a new weapon shop opposite all the weapon shops in the city. Their weapons are better and cheaper than ours."
"what!"
Terrified, Sharp came to his weapon shop, and saw that a new weapon shop opened on the opposite side. There are shining weapons and armor inside.
Many mercenaries came and went in and out of the new shop, but there wasn't even a single fly in his weapon shop.
Damn it! He walked in with a gloomy face, picked up a long sword and looked at it for a while, then his lips trembled irresistibly.
This is obviously the standard weapon of the guards of the Temple of Woking City, but the identification mark on the hilt has been removed.
"asshole!"
Sharp wanted to smash the shop, but this was Woking, and there were two heavily armed temple guards watching him.
Walk!
Sharp held back his anger and returned to the manor, almost beating another maid to death. This maid was also fateful, so she pretended to be dead to escape a catastrophe, and then took advantage of her petite body to escape from a dog hole in the back garden while no one was paying attention.