"Mok, have you seen the prose in the bulletin board a few days ago? Mayor Ainz is about to be king!"

In the busy farmland, an old white-haired man waved the hoe in his hand and said.

"I saw it. Many people have been discussing these two days. I heard that the Empire recognized Yelantire's independence, and we don't understand it either."

The old man named Mok was observing the growth of crops in the fields. Since Zhang Fan and Fei Shu implemented the public ownership land together, these farmers have benefited the most, and they have naturally become a lot more concerned than before.

After all, the more they plant, the more they will gain.

"Mr. Ainz is a good person. He has never seen such a ruler in his life. He is willing to give the big head to civilians like us." The old man looked at Yelantiel not far away and sighed deeply.

"Oh, I just don't know how long this kind of day can last. Look at the number of refugees who have fled in the past few days. I heard that it is because the nobles from other places have started to fight and plunder the land, and I don't know if they will burn it to us."

Mok looked at the refugees in the distance wearing rags and carrying large and small bags in his hand, his eyes full of worry.

The assassination of the king has spread all over the world. Now the royal city is in danger. There are ambitious nobles outside and there are restless organizations like Eight Fingers inside. If there weren't warriors standing by the royal family and noble family now, the royal city would have been destroyed long ago.

The nobles in the royal city probably never expected that the Gazef, whom they looked down upon the most, could stand up at such a critical moment.

"What are you afraid of? Lord Ainz's Angel Guard is not a decoration. I heard that even in the church country, these monsters are rare monsters. If they protect our safety, what are you afraid of? Besides, Lord Ainz himself is also a very powerful wizard master. Those people may not have the courage to come to us to make trouble."

Another old man glanced at the Holy Light Angel who was still patrolling around him.

Before, because monsters always came out to harass the nearby wilderness, many crops were seriously damaged.

Originally, they did not find the flying squirrel to solve the problem, but instead chose to entrust the Adventurers Association to handle the matter. However, facing the high rewards proposed by the Adventurers Association, they did not have the money to pay.

As a last resort, they were forced to tell the local sheriff about this matter.

Because of Shatia's previous atrocities, many people were very afraid of the sheriff, but on the one hand there were monsters that destroyed crops. If they were not dealt with, they might not have any harvest this autumn. So in this forced form, they finally told the local sheriff Charlie, who was in charge of this matter.

Originally, they didn't have much hope. After all, officials like this have the skills to care about their lives and death. If it were in the past, the nobles might have spent a high price to deal with this kind of thing because they were worried about the harvest. But now the big part of the land harvest has belonged to them, so naturally there is no need to help them deal with this matter.

But just as everyone was pessimistic, just one day later, a guard composed of angels descended on their farmland. Although there were not many, there were at least more than a hundred, which was more than enough to deal with the monsters that invaded them.

Later they learned that their affairs even alarmed Lord Ainz, and these monsters were summoned and sent by Lord Ainz himself.

After this incident, their admiration for Ainz had reached its peak. This was the first time since the founding of the king that they had seen a ruler as compassionate as Ainz. Not only was he willing to give land to them for farming, but he even had only 10% of the taxes, which was something that he had never dared to think about before.

"Yes, work hard and strive for a good harvest." Mok smiled in silence and then began to check the crops in other places.

What they didn't know was that just above this farmland, an invisible behemoth was staring at them quietly.

This is the Demon-Summoning Lord Angel that was captured from the Sunshine Book before.

Although it was a little waste, Zhang Fan has not found a place to use it since he snatched this from the Sunshine Book. Before, after hearing that monsters were invading the surrounding farmland, he thought about using it to protect the safety of those farmlands.

Zhang Fan’s idea is actually very simple, that is, they want to show a signal to the outside world that as long as they are farmers participating in farming, they will be protected by them to win people’s hearts.

The scale is too small now, so the momentum is not very large. But when the scale is expanded in the future, if there are still people who dare to rebel, then the people below may have destroyed them before they take action.

Of course, this is just the most ideal state. The world is too poisoned by feudal thinking, so it is a question whether the people have the courage to fight against those nobles.

However, even so, Zhang Fan did not change their thinking. The reason is very simple. Only such people can bring them the greatest benefits.

Whoever wants to be obedient by the people who are ruled by themselves, even if they are exploited to the extreme, can only silently endure and dare not attack. In this state, who can be uneasy to govern?

In fact, sometimes it is really hard for Zhang Fan to understand why some places can implement such a policy of being so slutty at first night. What is most unacceptable is that local residents still accept it so openly.

It is simply the most common person in the world.

In fact, from the perspective of the spread, what Zhang Fan did was not a good deed. At most, he just collected the land from the nobles and rented it to the farmers, and then took 10% of it as rent every time the harvest was harvested.

This kind of thing was actually a normal operation in his era, but in this world, it was no different from charity. Even flying squirrels sometimes marvel at their own practice.

Zhang Fan was not too surprised by the praise of Fei Shi. After all, the world he was in was even better than here.

In the spacious office, Zhang Fanzheng looked at the dragon robe with a golden dragon tattooed on his body with a bitter face.

The overall clothes were robe-shaped, similar to the bachelor's robe of Feishu, but the details were slightly restrained and looked a little close to the body. The two cuffs were extremely wide. The overall look was a bit like ancient clothing, but the materials were much more refined than them.

The material of this dress is made of magic metal and is made bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by. Not only that, it is also mixed with the inner layer of the spider silk of the eight-eyed spider and the fur of various beasts. This not only makes him unable to feel any discomfort when wearing it, but it is like a furry little hand constantly rubbing against himself.

As for the dragon pattern on the body, the golden dragon still has a violent bright red color, which can even show different colors under the sunlight, which is quite cool.

I heard that in order to tattoo the dragon, Dahei and Erhei were even blood drawn.

Zhang Fan admitted that this dress looks very good and that the textiles have good skills, but for some reason, he always feels a strong sense of social death when wearing this dress.

Just like the feeling of flying squirrel riding Kurasuke, Zhang Fan always feels like he doesn't look like a prince when wearing this outfit.

"Do you have to wear this outfit? I think the world champion armor is pretty good." Zhang Fan asked at Feishe who was standing beside him with a bitter face.

Now that the throne ceremony is about to begin three days later, as the ruler of Nasaric, he was naturally able to take over this ceremony in the best condition.

So under the coordination of Yaerbaid, this nine-colored dragon robe came into being and finally fell on her.

The overall color of the clothes is based on white patterns, which further highlights the color of the dragon. If he puts his clothes next to Feishe, it is easy to remind people of the feeling of Tai Chi Yin and Yang.

"Ao Lunsang, for Nasarick, you must learn to endure it. If you wear armor to participate in the ceremony, it is indeed a bit unconventional. You are the future regent, one of the only two rulers in the magic country of Ainzulgong."

Feishu looked at Zhang Fan's clothes and nodded. Against Zhang Fan's body, the clothes really showed the domineering aura it should have.

"Do you know, flying rats and dragons were worn by only emperors in ancient China. I really can't accept it if you do this..."

When Zhang Fan's legs became a little weak when he thought of him about to wear this outfit and accept worship.

In fact, he had not yet realized such a clear change in consciousness before, but until this moment, he seemed to feel the change in his position.

This feeling is really wonderful, like fear, but also like excitement. My mind is blank, and I don’t even know what to say to express my thoughts at this moment.

"That's not better. Now you are actually no essential difference between those emperors. They are both rulers, and they may not be as powerful as you." Fei Shu seemed to laugh even happier after hearing Zhang Fan's words.

He could not imagine now that if Zhang Fan had not accompanied him, he would have been so scared that he would have said nothing.

Although there is forced calmness, the change in mentality cannot be reversed in a short while.

This is actually different from the original work. According to the original plot, the flying squirrel will gain the dominance of Yelantiel through extremely violent methods, so when he accepted Yelantiel, it was a scene where everyone shouted and beaten.
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