Dungeons & Dragons: I was kicked out of the team by Brave

From Clintina's point of view, this pen pal even has the same position as Richard in her heart.

Every month, Clintina would write a letter to this gentle and kind pen pal whom she had never met before.

This pen pal was one that Clintina had met in the Duke's Palace when she was a child. She seemed to be a branch of the An family, and she always wore a delicate metal mask on her face.

She is one of the few playmates Clintina has left in her childhood memories, a completely different existence from Nanalia.

As vicious as Nunalia is, she is also gentle.

It's a pity that Clintina hasn't met this gentle lady for a long time. She always seems to be avoiding Clintina. Clintina failed to find her when she went in and out of the Duke's Mansion twice.

After sorting out her emotions, Clindina wrote the first line on the warm yellow paper.

[To dear Miss Liya:

This letter came extraordinarily late. The reason I told you in my last letter is that I went on a far journey with a friend of mine, or one of my knights, or one of my subjects. Or maybe it's mine...

You know, he's the male that I always talk about.

To me, his image always seems to be so complex, weird, and indescribable.

My eyes are always looking at him unconsciously.

By some coincidence, I now live in his home, and of course I try to pay him some rent to make my presence less intrusive.

But unfortunately, I failed.

I discovered to my dismay that I had no ability to support myself.

My intelligence is not very high, and I am not gentle enough in my dealings with the world. I can even say that I am slow. I must not be very popular with others. I occasionally have self-awareness.

My behavior of trying to get closer must be a bit ridiculous in everyone's eyes. I think this has something to do with my past experiences.

This is the first time I've talked to you about these, these relatively private topics, and I don't know if this seems a bit superficial.

If the following topic offends you, I hope you can bear with me.

My past was not so pleasant. For many reasons, I was taken as a hostage by my vicious stepmother and handed over to the enemy. My father kept silent about it and said something dishonorable, as if he was dead. It's the same, and what's incredible is that he has always been like this.

In the hands of the enemy, my situation was very bad, and mental violence was everywhere.

The master my stepmother found for me also hated me very much. I was almost at the point of fending for myself. I even suffered from hunger for a long time before I secretly got some relief food from the soup kitchen.

I grew up in a hostile environment, and I may have become a little morbid in order to protect myself.

In order to eliminate their vigilance towards me, I gradually became naughty, stubborn and unreasonable.

Although I often tell myself in my heart that this is just a temporary forbearance, and my absurdity is just an appearance, I know that I have become like this, this sad appearance.

I gradually degenerated into a...waste.

But all this was just to survive, I might have tarnished the honor of the An family.

But the reason why I persisted in surviving may be because I met a very annoying man.

I don't understand why he always indulges me, and even directly goes against the heir of his enemy's family for my sake. This does nothing for him.

Just assume that he is a lustful pedophile because of lust, otherwise I can't think of any other reason.

But under his protection, I survived.

But perhaps due to my reasons, he was chased by his enemies and fell into despair and fled.

But with Lathander's blessing, perhaps the god was finally willing to open his eyes of mercy.

He did not die, but survived well and settled in my hometown, Middenland.

After that, everything seemed to be going in the right direction.

That vicious stepmother actually developed the poor, weak and cold land of Miden into the richest and most powerful province in the empire in a short period of time.

She must be truly amazing and I have no words for it.

One after another, my status also rose, and by some chance, I was actually released.

As you know what happened later, after going through a lot of things, I met him again and took a long trip a few days ago.

There was a lot going on on this trip, and my stepmother was on the team.

The stepmother is very disgusting, but she is also very smart.

During the journey, I thought more than once, would everything be better without me?

Without me, my stepmother should be able to completely become the legal controller of Midden Territory very smoothly. I think the Midden people will not refuse this.

Now it seems that I am really useless.

I obviously have the purest bloodline of the An family, but I am still so weak.

I don’t want to find reasons for this, but it seems that it is really not because I am not diligent enough. Maybe my talent really stops here.

Maybe, I really am a little redundant. 】

Clintina stopped writing at this time, read the letter again, and frowned.

After hesitating, she crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

After a long period of contemplation, Clintina took out another piece of paper and wrote a few lines of firm and tenacious words with a wanton pen.

[To Liya:

The morning light always rises every morning, and the silver moon is never absent at night.

All is well, all is well.

And wish you the same. 】

Clindina wrapped the piece of paper in faith, and her eyes regained confidence and pride.

"Clintina, the trauma of the past may be painful, but it has not left you breathless. Why indulge in those meaningless sighs? This is not like you! The time for licking your wounds is over, wake up. , you still have a lot to do!”

Clintina put on her personal armor and walked out of the gate of the manor.

The early morning light shone on Clindina with golden brilliance. The unreasonable, proud and noble Clintina appeared on the land of Midden Territory as always.

Atushen, who had been waiting at the door for a long time, bent down slightly and opened the door of the carriage.

Atushen did not feel anything strange, but said respectfully: "Miss Clintina, I am grateful to you as always. I think the people will be more confident in the future after seeing your spirit."

Clintina nodded arrogantly and did not choose to step onto the carriage. Instead, she turned over and rode a tall horse with a heroic appearance.

"Of course, Atushin, I am as good as ever. Clintina Ann will never be defeated by anyone, including herself."

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As the first heir of the Midden Territory, Clintina actually has a lot to do.

For example, visiting nobles who are eager for attention, or inspecting soldiers in the army, handling some simple government affairs and making some important decisions.

Now during the war, Duke An lives in seclusion, so Clintina, the first heir, needs to be more active and often appear in the sight of the people to tell them that the Duke's Palace is with them.

No matter what, Clintina is a direct bloodline of the An family, and her existence is a reassurance to most of the Midden leaders.

Generally speaking, Clintina can fully represent Duke An, and her power and reputation are far greater than she thought.

Therefore, Clintina was very busy during this period. She was busy pacifying the people in Midden Territory and telling them that Midden Territory was invincible.

It's not easy because Midden is very, very big.

Midden Territory's ability to become the richest province in the empire is inseparable from its huge territory.

The size of the territory ultimately determines its upper limit.

Before the Silver Moon Federation was established, Clintina's ancestors had already set foot on this bitter cold land.

In order to survive here and no longer be invaded by aliens, they led their armies and territorial people to continuously expand.

In front of those entrenched winter wolves, orcs and frost giants, the plateau can never provide safety for humans.

So the ancestors of the An family spent nearly a thousand years plowing the courtyards, clearing the caves, strengthening the walls and clearing the fields, and completely drove the foreigners out of the only plateau in northern Xinjiang.

They built the fortress to the end of the plateau and the starting point of the snow-capped mountains.

Relying on the narrow passes of the snow-capped mountains and various fortresses, Midden Territory has been firmly in the hands of humans for tens of millions of years.

Middenland is the largest province in the Silvermoon Empire, and its territory is almost as large as the capital Deerlan plus the core provinces surrounding it.

Because northern Xinjiang was bitterly cold and no one cared about it, no one had any doubts about the size of Anjia's territory.

They would only laugh at Anjia for sticking to the most barren and vast land, because the long national borders have been in a state of exhaustion and defense for a long time, and they can never care about the depth of the empire, and are excluded from the political center.

It is true that the long national border puts the Midden Territory in a difficult situation even with the help of the empire.

Even a full four legions could not guarantee the security of the national border. For this reason, the Midden Territory had to pay for itself and hire many irregular militiamen to patrol. This organization was called the Rangers.

Because of this, Midenland's finances are always in a state of limbo and it is difficult to maintain.

But in the long run, Midden Territory will eventually have extremely vast territory, and these territories are just dust-covered treasures.

After thousands of years of cultivation by the Midden people, the frozen soil turned into fertile fields, and the swamps turned into mountains and forests. It was not until Nanalia came to power that the value of these lands was finally fully explored.

Chapter 2: The Revival of Middenland

The rise of Middenland is no accident, and it is not due to Nannalia alone.

A huge province will not gain anything quickly because of the emergence of a genius politician. The rush for quick success will only bring disaster to everyone.

All ideas that are considered geniuses have often been thought of by predecessors. Without a breakthrough in magical technology that is huge enough to change everything, it would be impossible to achieve it overnight.

The reason why Midengling has reached where it is today can be said to have been accumulated through hard work.

In order to open up the frozen soil and tundra where cultivation is impossible, the Midden Territory formed a "pioneer" organization from the very beginning.

Each branch province often has such a pioneer organization, but compared with the rabble composed of criminals, refugees, and hybrids.

The pioneers of Middenland were composed of the local people of Middenland from the beginning.

Their good quality makes their pioneering efficiency significantly higher than that of other provinces.

The Pioneer Organization is also one of the few organizations among the civilians in the Midden Territory that has a high-speed promotion path.

Compared with the adventurers who work hard day and night, the pioneers who are the official organization of Midden Territory are backed by the Duke's Palace and often have a fixed basic salary. Although it is not high, it is better than stability.

And after the pioneer reaches a certain standard of pioneering area, this basic salary will continue until his death.

Whenever a frozen land area is reclaimed by a team of pioneers to a certain area that can be used for large-scale planting, they can often directly choose to become a local law enforcement officer and work with officials sent by the Duke's Palace.

The team of pioneers who become law enforcement officers can obtain most of the output on this land within a certain period of time, and enjoy tax reductions and even exemptions from taxes for a certain number of years.