Do you know me?"

Sulu showed an interesting expression and looked around.

I found that at some point, an area around me had been cleared out.

The hotel owner yawned behind the counter and was almost asleep.

"The wandering knight with a mysterious origin has sniped and killed the pursuers of the Duke of Wolf Castle one after another, a powerful wizard, someone has already heard of your name..."

The middle-aged man in gray robe had a expressionless face.

"The kindness of the West? Are you from the West, who is the 'Duke of Blood'?"

Sulu raised his eyebrows. Since defeating the Silver Eyes gang, the more he went south, the less he was pursued, and he almost disappeared after leaving the northern border.

He also felt a help from a secret force.

But it's a bit too impatient to jump out at this time?

"If you want to know, come with someone."

The middle-aged man with gray robe showed a smile on his face and turned around and left the hotel.

"interesting."

Sulu smiled and stood up to follow.

The two walked through the increasingly crowded streets and alleys, and the man in the gray robe in front was obviously very familiar with this.

He came to a place suspected to be a slum, entered a cottage, opened the floor, and showed a passage leading to the bottom: "Please!"

Sulu was inspired to explore the deep darkness and walked in.

This tunnel is not long, and the man in gray holds a torch in front of him.

After walking about a hundred meters, I came to a wooden wall.

"Sulu Portley! Are you willing to be my knight? Get fief and glory?"

A dull voice came from behind the wooden wall, as if someone was talking against the wall, and it was still a woman.

‘Why do people in this world tempt people with titles and fiefs? It seems that everyone is a dog and will definitely like this bone?’

Sulu couldn't understand it.

But no one can act. His breathing was slightly heavy and he said in a hoarse voice: "But my ideal is not just a knight's manor..."

In this world, hereditary lords are at the bottom of the nobles, and many great nobles even think that they are not real nobles.

Only the hereditary baron is the undisputed formal noble!

Their fiefdom is wider, and they can train two to five formal knights and form their own knight orders!

"I like ambitious people..."

The woman behind the wooden board was silent and suddenly chuckled: "But as a senior wizard, maybe she is still a silver knight... you do have the qualifications to seek a baron... Even the viscount is not a dream."

It seemed to be to verify the persuasion, a tulip badge inlaid with rubies was handed over from the gap.

"It's indeed the Duke of Blood in the Western Frontier!"

Sulu sighed. He had read so many books in Wolf Castle and naturally had an understanding of the great nobles of the kingdom.

In the entire kingdom, under the royal family, there were only four dukes, and they were divided into four territorys, southeast, west and north.

Blood Tulip is the nickname of the great prince in the West.

"Is it possible that the kingdom will experience another civil strife?" Sulu sighed: "Madam knows that I have a feud with the Duke of Wolf Castle and still wants to protect me. I must have a commission?"

"Yes... Green, the eldest son of the Duke of Wolf Castle, will come to the capital soon and marry Princess Messiah, the daughter of Philetterin III. Since you have become enemies with Wolf Castle, why not be more intense? As long as you can accomplish this, I promise you that the position and castle of a baron will belong to you."

Her words were tempting.

‘It turns out that it is a power struggle between the great nobles... Why do I feel that even if I complete the task, I will end up with a life of money? I will most likely be silenced...’

Sulu rolled her eyes in her heart.

The other party came and went very quickly. After Sulu said he wanted to consider it, he immediately chose to leave.

This is obvious that it is the kind of noble ladies and socialites in the royal capital. They have social interactions every day, and they cannot be separated from them for too long.

"Someone sends you out!"

The man in gray robe sent Sulu to the ground and turned around and said goodbye.

"Your name?"

Sulu stared at him with great interest and suddenly asked.

"The nameless."

The figure of the man in gray quickly disappeared between the shadows in the gaps in the street.

"I always feel... this guy is more suitable for being an assassin than me..."

Sulu shook his head and walked out of the slums. There were many pedestrians here, almost blocking the streets.

The blacksmith shop, bakery, garment shop... stalls selling various gadgets are pieced together in pieces. The winding warblers standing on the street to solicit customers and the golden finger thieves roaming the streets and alleys, suddenly formed a vivid picture of the capital.

"How do you sell this pie?"

He saw a stall selling snacks, selling pies made of flour and fresh meat. They were roasted in the stove and slightly burnt, with a strong aroma.

"Five copper pieces."

The vendor with red hair tied in an apron smiled.

"for you!"

Sulu gave the money casually, took the wrapped pie, took a bite, and thought it tasted really good.

At this moment, I suddenly felt a lot of gazes.

They were a few kids sucking their fingers on the roadside, staring straight at the pie and the wallet in their hands.

It is natural for such a little devil to be controlled by the local gang and become a three-handed gold-fingered thief.

Every day, I don’t know how many people lose their wallets because of this. Of course, some children who were caught lost their hands.

"Even the capital, can such poor people be indispensable..."

Looking at their pale and thin faces and their ribs were clearly visible, Su Lu couldn't help but sigh, and suddenly she was in a state of distraction.

...

Also in Dragon City.

A secret party somewhere.

"Tell me...you who have no talent, no qualifications, and cannot become a knight or a wizard, are you willing?"

A short man in black roared, and there seemed to be a powerful and deceptive power in his words.

"You are poor, you are humble, you are taken away by the nobles... but you have to smile and greet them. All of this is because you have no power!"

The little man suddenly spitted out a weird note: "Flame!"

In his hand, a ball of egg-sized flame emerged and burned: "But now... the opportunity is right in front of you. Just take the potion and you can gain extraordinary power like me!"

"It can make honors, help you break through the bottleneck of the knight, or become a wizard and master the ability of spells..."

The little man took out a bottle of potion: "Just one hundred gold coins!"

"I want it."

A middle-aged man walked out and quickly took out a deerskin purse, completing the transaction amid the stunned expressions of many onlookers.

Not far away, Ham and Jon looked at the scene and sighed: "Lavr has changed! And he is lying to others!"

Potions only allow ordinary people to have the qualifications to learn arrogant words, and they need to systematically learn this language next.

"And... that person is definitely not a poor man, and the poor man can't afford so much money!" Yoen said angrily.
Chapter completed!