City Lord?

When Beta heard this, he was a little surprised, but he still asked the waiter to invite the person in.

The city lord is a young man. Although he cannot be said to be very handsome, he is at least handsome. After he came in, he gave a meeting ceremony between nobles without being humble and arrogant, and then said, "I am very happy to see you, the powerful Red Lord, Lord Beta."

As soon as Beta heard this, he knew that the city lord definitely had his own intelligence network.

"My name is Darren, Darren Bush." ​​The young man smiled kindly, and he nodded to Shirley at the same time.

Beta asked him to sit down and said, "I am very honored to come to the city lord. It's just that this is not my home, so there is no way to entertain you well."

"You are so polite." Darren said with a smile on his face: "This time I came here mainly to meet you. I have always admired you deeply. There are fewer and fewer nobles like you who are not afraid of powerful enemies and dare to fight with others."

Darren talks about the situation that the nobles are facing now. Aristocrats who are willing to fight on the front line or are willing to duel head-on with others are counted. They now like to hide behind the scenes and direct their subordinates to fight with others and die.

So a noble like Beta, who has the title of a nobleman, not only dares to mess with the royal family, but also has a strong combat power, is simply a phoenix-sized horn. Darren only knows that there are two such people, one is a strong man who has been promoted to the legendary level, Greenton, and the other is the Red Lord in front of him, Beta.

The former is a half-elves, who is over 300 years old. He has been promoted to the legend and has at least hundreds of years of life. The royal family is already considering posthumously titled him as the Grand Duke of the Protector. However, this Red Lord, seeing that he is young, has done a lot of great things. I don’t know that it is the talents trained by the family.

Beta replied modestly, then said, "I don't know how the city lord knows what happened to me before?"

This question sounds very unstable, but those who know the tricks understand the meaning. Darren laughed and exposed the question, and then said, "What do you think of this city?"

How? Beta felt that the other party’s question was a little strange, so he asked back: “What? If it refers to the prosperity of the city, then there are few places that are more prosperous than this city.”

"It's just that this kind of prosperity does not belong to its real owner."

After Darren said this, he looked at Beta with a bright look and observed the other person's expression.

Beta knew what the other party meant. He just pretended not to understand and said, "You are the city lord, and this city does not belong to you, who else can it belong to."

Sometimes, pretending to be confused is also a skill. In just two or three sentences, Beta already understood the meaning of the city lord Darren, but he was too lazy to intervene in the battles between these noble forces. It was not that there was insufficient interests, but that there was not enough time. He needed to build his territory first, and then use the power of the goddess Wojin to find a way to gain a seat in the holy war. So he had no choice and had no intention of participating in the behavior of other forces.

Time is very urgent for him now.

Seeing Beta expressing her opinion, Darren chuckled and said, "It seems that Lord Beta is not as passionate and brave as the rumors."

"It depends on what the situation and whoever you are with." Beta smiled slightly.

He means that your city lord Darren is not worth my hard work for you.

Darren also explained this meaning clearly. Although he was a little unhappy in his heart, he did not show it. He still smiled and said, "Indeed, I am not close to you, but I believe that there is still justice and justice in this world. Many things are not only for interests to take action."

Facing Darren with a burning gaze, Beta did not reply, but made an action of 'please leave'.

Beta is not a fool. If it was a fair and just act, he wouldn't mind helping him out after seeing the situation. But what Darren did was nothing more than a fight for power and profit, so what's fairness at all.

Indeed, from Darren's perspective, he was "prime" as the city lord, but he could not have even a little decision-making power in the city. This is really hurtful.

Seeing that Beta was not excited, Darren snorted slightly, stood up and said, "I hope that the content of our chat will not be heard by third parties, otherwise..."

"What else?" Beta smiled lightly, revealing his strong mental power: "We two master-level professionals are here, but I think it's true that the people on your side should not bother us."

Shirley also burst out with her own mental power.

Faced with the mental suppression of the two masters, Darren's face looked a little ugly, but what was even more uncomfortable was his mood. The rumored Red Lord Beta could fight the eldest prince fearlessly for his friends and women, and was obviously a brave and unscrupulous strong man. Before Darren came, he was very confident that he would use a provocation to persuade the man to stand on his side, but he did not expect that the other party would not be fooled.

What made Darren even more unhappy was that he was actually ignored, and Beta seemed to have no respect for him as the city lord.

Slightly narrowed his eyes, Darren snorted softly and turned away.

After the person left, Shirley asked curiously: "Why don't you help him? If we can help him regain the position of the city lord, we should get a lot of benefits."

"On the contrary, we are the first one to be liquidated." Beta shook his head and said, "A person like him has been suppressed for too long, and his desire for power has penetrated into his bones. The first thing he did after he gained power is to take all the power into his hands. If we really help him, then we helpers will be the ones he will deal with next."

Shirley widened her eyes and felt a little incredible. She is a divine creature. Although she has extensive knowledge, she doesn't know much about human nature.

At this time, a noisy voice came from outside the window. Beta didn't want to pay attention to it, but the sound became louder and louder. He and Shirley couldn't help but walk to the window and looked down.

I saw a few spectators around the streets, and there were only a few people in the middle of them.

A young nobleman in gorgeous clothes, hugging a beautiful woman, was mocking a middle-aged man who was beaten by several servants: "Augustin, although you have such a grand name, you are as weak as a mouse. What's the use of hiding all day long? I've found it!"

The beaten man couldn't speak and vomited blood.

Some people around them were reluctant, while others laughed.

"Malilyn has been following you for so many years. Look at her skin becoming rough, so it's better to follow me. I feed her milk every day, let her have a rich and elegant dress, and after a month, she becomes as beautiful as before." The noble young man grabbed the woman's chest in public and rubbed her hard. Not only did the woman not feel ashamed, but she smiled very unrestrainedly.

When a man named Augustine saw this scene, he spat another mouthful of blood and fainted.

The servants who were beating him stopped immediately.

The young nobleman tickled up unhappily and said, "Why do you stop... Forget it, if I beat him to death, I will be in trouble. Although it is not a big problem, I am always unhappy. Besides, I will feel happy after he experiences this despair a few times."

The arrogant language caused the bystanders to fall into silence. The young nobles hugged the woman's slender waist and took their servants away, leaving only an embarrassing silence at the scene.

After watching it, Shirley's expression did not fluctuate at all and she returned to her position to rest. She looked very enthusiastic and kind on the surface. But in essence, she was cold inside. Her enthusiasm and keenness only bloomed with Beta, or people and things related to Beta.

Beta sighed in his heart. Although he felt a little reluctant, he had watched many things like this in the game. He used to be treated once and once, but over time, he was too lazy to care because he couldn't control it at all.

A few kind-hearted people lifted the fainted middle-aged man up on the roadside.

When Beta saw this, he also closed the window.

He thought this would be over, but in the middle of the night, there were sobbing sounds coming from downstairs, which was a strange sound that only made when he tried hard to endure his own howling and cried.

At the beginning, Beta thought that such a sound would stop soon, but after two hours, the sound did not stop, but instead became louder and louder.

Then it started drizzling late at night, and the man's desperate and helpless crying sounded like ghosts' tears, and it was penetrated into people's heads, without any way to ignore it.

Some people with bad tempers got up on the spot and opened the window and shouted downstairs, but no matter how they scolded, the man was still crying. As they cursed, they became convinced, so they simply closed the window and covered their ears, as if they had heard nothing.

Beta frowned a little. The man downstairs had been crying for at least three hours. If he continued to cry like this, his throat would be broken, but his spirit would be broken.

He sighed, found an umbrella and left the hotel.

The thin night rain hit the umbrella, and Beta soon found the man who was kneeling on the ground, holding his hands on the ground, and clamping his pocket in his arms, making a cry of pain.

Two hungry dogs were wandering around the man, their eyes were shining green, waiting for the man to lose consciousness, and they were ready to have a full meal.

Beta burst out with a spiritual deterrence and drove away the two wild dogs.

Then he walked over, dragged the man's collar, pulled him up from the ground, and threw him into a puddle on the street with force.

The cold water poured into the man's throat. He couldn't help coughing and interrupted his crying. He was about to raise his head when he saw a young man who looked like a nobleman, he suddenly became jealous and roared and rushed over.

In just one moment, he was kicked to the ground by someone, and then his entire head was trampled in the rain.

The dim candlelight shone down from the building next to it, barely cutting through the night. In the drizzle, a young nobleman with red lips and white teeth and full of heroism was holding a white oil-paper umbrella, his face full of disdain and mockery. His eyes were coldly staring at the top-aged man being stepped on the ground, and his tone was full of coldness.

"Is it worth it to cry like a dog by the stinky ditch just for a woman?" (To be continued.)
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