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

He picked a decent passerby and asked, "Brother, let me ask, why are so many people's lives so difficult in such a prosperous and prosperous Binglin Valley?"

The passerby said in a rough voice: "Prosperity? Wealth? Why else would all the taxes be higher than the church in Lathander? Damn Nunalia."

"Can you tell me in detail? I'm new here and don't know about it."

"Hmph, since the Lord of Nehecha exempted the high tax rate for goods exchange between cities, Nunalia, who is hiding in the Winter City, has added all kinds of incredible taxes because of the loss of interests, such as the air tax. , prayer tax, gratitude tax... After paying these taxes, most people will not have any savings.”

"This...I understand."

Richard always felt that he was just telling the opposite. Nunalia's tax rate for Binglin Valley had always been very low.

As for the various types of taxes, they are too eager to collect money, unlike Nanalia's methods.

Nehecha and those conservative nobles probably deceived some residents of Ice Rin Valley and took the credit for Nunalia's achievements on themselves.

A passerby said sarcastically: "Now it is no longer the turn of outsiders to bully us. Some residents' taxes will be levied until 100 years later. Nunalia, your virtue is not worthy of your place, you must step down!"

Richard frowned. It seemed that most of the residents of Binglin Valley had become very repulsive to Nanalia because of Nehecha's guidance.

"I plan to go further north to the North Wind Castle for development. You should run away as soon as possible, brother. I also heard that the pastors of the Church of the Dawn are entering the Binglin Valley in large numbers. The devil knows what will happen. In short, it is absolutely not good for the pastors to get together. What a good thing it would be."

The passerby finally kindly warned Richard and then hurried away.

Dawn Pastor gathered together!

Richard also noticed this phenomenon.

If you think back, the density of Dawn Pastors in Binglin Valley is obviously much higher than that in other areas, so what does Dawn Church want to do?

Or maybe there is something else hidden in the Binglin Valley that would allow the pastors of the Dawn Church to mobilize on a large scale?

Recalling the importance Nunalia and the Pope attached to the Binglin Valley, coupled with the fact that Mrs. Eve was allowed to follow him, Richard always felt that this world seemed not as simple as he imagined.

He could even clearly feel that the entire city was filled with an indescribable strange aura, lifeless, as if it was wrapped in something.

But now that we are in the light, the enemy is in the dark, and the powerful dragon cannot suppress the local snake, we can only take one step at a time.

He looked up at the sky and found that the morning light was so gray and cold.

This is not a good sign.

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After wandering around all morning, Richard returned to the attic feeling a little heavy.

He did not detect even a single Baal cultist.

This is obviously not normal!

According to Nunalia, Binglin Valley is the largest base camp of Baal Cult in Silver Moon Continent. In any case, it is impossible not to detect the slightest trace of their aura.

Obviously, they had already carried out deep lurking in advance, and even directly blocked the memory that they were followers of Baal, and completely integrated into the residents of Binglin Valley.

Richard had heard of this situation once, and that was in Wilderness City, the capital of Nordland.

Under the influence of Baal's magic, the demons lived in the wilderness city just like ordinary people. No legendary strongman or Pastor Su Lun noticed anything strange.

The magic performed by the gods themselves is too powerful and cannot be resisted by mortals.

So Richard suddenly had an immature and unreasonable guess, that is, the moment he entered the Binglin Valley, he might have been dragged into Barr's magic and became a dreamer.

According to the worst-case scenario, from now on, anyone in Binglin Valley may be a Baal cultist or even pretend to be another species!

Of course, this is just a guess that Richard has made out of nothing, and cannot be taken seriously. Even his intuition keeps warning him that these guesses are unreasonable.

After all, even Lathander needs Lady Eve as a medium to indirectly interfere with the main material plane.

It is impossible for Barr to replicate the tragedy of Wilderness City and once again use divine magic to invade the Ice Forest Valley unscrupulously. The world rules of Ashe Continent should not allow him to do this again!

But regardless of whether the guess was true or not, Richard knew that he must not show any abnormalities, let alone tell anyone, otherwise it might directly break the existing stable observation state and lead to unpredictable consequences.

Richard has no confidence to challenge Baal's magic, even if he is not sure whether he is in Baal's magic at all!

If you are really under the magic of the gods, then the best way to deal with it is to remain silent and ignorant.

Barr's magic was now placed in an intermediate state between existence and non-existence by Richard, and he did not dare to fall to either conclusion.

The worst case scenario... Richard will choose to summon Nasha and ask Lathander to descend directly from the gods.

Chapter 295 Nunalia’s panic

In the Duke's Mansion of Winter City, Nunalia suddenly woke up from her sleep, sat up suddenly, and gasped for air.

This was not the first time she had woken up, especially during this period.

This is a bit unusual. After all, since he has truly taken control of the Midden Territory, he has the power to control life and death, and he no longer needs to live in a carefully planned conspiracy.

She woke up from a dream, a memory from long ago.

The location of the dream was obviously back to Nunalia's birthplace, Luoyuehanwan, that is, that sick and twisted village.

Nunalia felt that her heart was very heavy. It was beating thumpingly, and each beat made Nunalia feel dizzy and breathless.

She sullenly rang the bell for the maids. About 10 minutes later, several maids came to the backyard of the Duke's Palace under strict inspection.

The maids looked visibly anxious and restless—Lady Nunalia never called for them in the middle of the night.

Faced with such an unexpected situation, they seemed a little confused and even a little scared.

Do you know too much?

"Madam, we are here to serve you. What are your orders?" The head maid, who had served Nunalia for many years, bravely asked in a low voice during Nunalia's long silence.

Nunalia opened her dark golden eyes, scanning the three attendants in front of her with gloomy malice without reservation.

"Water, a little warm water, add more tea, the stronger the better."

"But madam, your body..."

"Shut up and do as you're told. Light all the candles, light the fire, and wait outside."

The maids immediately lowered their heads, humbly and orderly making tea for Nunalia, adding a large amount of tea leaves.

Nunalia, on the other hand, clutched her chest, still recalling the memory that she had almost forgotten but came back to life in her sleep.

There were some pictures from Luoyuehan Bay that made her extremely sad.

The poverty and embarrassment of childhood made Nunalia feel hopeless.

In that morbid village obsessed with fertility, the dirty scenes Nunalia saw were very different from ordinary people, which led to her always being very indifferent and full of distance.

The disgusting scenes are like a tide. Just when you think it recedes quietly, it is silently pushed back by various factors.

Wave after wave, no dam can stop it.

Nunalia is now in her 30s. She is still young, but she is still an ordinary person.

Her memory was driven by her deliberate efforts to make it as short-lived as possible and to be forgotten as much as possible.

Ever since she entered the Duke's Mansion in Winter City, Nunalia has completely said goodbye to her past.

The more dangerous and explicit malice in the Duke's Mansion than in Luoyuehanwan made her breathless for a time, and naturally she was not in the mood to dwell on the past.

But the fact that Luoyuehanwan was gradually forgotten did not mean that it did not exist, and Nunalia discovered that she had never been as indifferent as Richard imagined.

It is obvious that he has become the master of the Midden Territory, and the hardships he suffered during his career in the Duke's Palace have made him more suffocated and despairing, but the past memories of his childhood in Luoyuehanwan can always come to mind like a nightmare.

At any time and in any place, the image of having nothing always flashed through Nunalia's mind.

Nunalia tried her best to ignore their influence, but these sordid and helpless memories would always give her a heads-up for no reason.

In the cage of suppressed negative memories, Nunalia found herself unable to get out.

A dazed pressure fell on the heart like a heavy hammer, pumping the cold and gray blood of Chengjia.

Why is this happening?

Nunalia stared at her hands, seemingly unable to understand herself.

It feels like there is always something staring at me from the sky.

She looked out the window at the night sky. A bright moon hung high in the sky, releasing the white and peaceful Su Lun aura. It seemed that everything was as usual and everything was fine.

It's just that the moonlight tonight obviously makes people feel...a little cold.

Nunalia shivered, and the head maid thoughtfully covered her with thick fur.

She asked coldly: "Is the moon always round?"

"The moon?" The head maid looked up and then hesitated, "Madam, in my superficial understanding, the moon has always been round, and it should not have other shapes. Of course, if you have different opinions, we will naturally It should be consistent with your opinion.”

"No, it's nothing." Nunalia said nothing. She just took one last glance at the moon. She felt that the part on the far right seemed a little different from before, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.

Maybe he saw it wrong because of his awakening. After all, mortals cannot spy on the gods.

This kind of thing that is made out of nothing is just to trouble yourself. Groundless speculation without evidence is the behavior of mediocre people.

"lady."

"Ok?"

"The strong tea you asked for is ready. The temperature is just right. Please take your time and taste it."

Nunalia held up the teacup and took a deep sip.

The bitter smell instantly filled the mouth, and the smell of tea entered the body through the nose, causing the stomach to squirm and even cause some retching.

The tea is too strong.

But that's fine, only the strongest tea can keep you awake and think with the clearest mind about something that touches the softest of hearts.

Nunalia knew that she had never forgiven anyone who had hurt her mentally, and those painful memories were just hidden in the deepest corner by her as hard as possible to be discovered.

But they are always like this cup of bitter tea, entering at the wrong time into a body that seems healthy but is weak inside.

The tea that went down her throat had no sweet aftertaste. The bitter taste was still there, but it had diluted Nunalia's fluctuating emotions.

Nunalia ordered: "You guys, stand at the door and wait for my order."

"Okay, ma'am."

"Wait a minute, the snow outside seems to be getting heavier." Nunalia looked out the window. Almost all the buildings were covered in ice and snow, and the snow on the ground reached an adult's knees by visual inspection. "Stand outside, you guys Looks like he'll freeze to death."

The head maid said respectfully: "It's okay, madam. The girls have already taken measures to keep warm after hearing your call."

Nunalia glanced at the maids' light winter clothes with only a thin layer of cotton. After hesitating for a moment, she continued: "Go, sit by the fireplace, don't let it go out. Take turns on duty. If the person who is resting is sleepy, Just lie down on the sofa next to you and rest, but don’t sleep so hard that you can’t hear my call.”

The maids were obviously stunned for a moment, and they obviously felt flattered.