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

The stone bricks were completely broken, but his forehead was still shiny.

He picked up another stone brick and said, "You don't need to say anything. I will punish myself. If you don't think it's enough to relieve your anger, Kliman will let you deal with it without any hesitation!"

Clindina nodded with satisfaction: "I forgive you, Kliman. But don't destroy public property. Do you want to demolish the city lord's mansion?"

"I'm extremely sorry, and I will compensate you." Kliman banged his head on the ground again, and said angrily, "From now on, in the Binglin Valley, if you have anything to do, you can call me. In this world, I can speak for you!"

Chapter 3 The Cloud-climbing Master Monk with Infinite Lifespan

"Okay, okay, Kliman, this is not why you came here."

Richard felt a toothache as he looked at Kliman, who was almost recognizing his elder brother at the pier.

As an elegant mage, what he couldn't accept the most was the boldness and lack of heart of these berserker warriors.

If he had been left alone, Kliman might have attacked the nobles in order to ask for Clindina's forgiveness.

This group of simple-minded berserkers must be able to do such outrageous things.

"You are right. I was entrusted by Eclipse, the master assassin of the Sauron school. He was entangled by some nobles and couldn't get away."

Kliman stood up and said: "Master said that if possible, I hope you two can come to the Winter Holy Land to discuss it in detail when you are free. There are some things that are not good to talk about outside."

"And he is sorry for what his students did, and promised that at least the Sauron-style assassins will always be loyal to Miss Clintina."

Clintina was very satisfied. She said in surprise: "Does this mean that I can mobilize Sauron's assassins at will?"

Kliman responded: "Yes, even the Master of the Eclipse himself will obey your orders. After all, you are the future master of the Midden Territory. This is a matter of course. The next time you come to the Holy Land of Winter, he will Will lead the entire sect to be loyal to you.”

"I understand, I will go there after these things are done." Richard said, "Also, who is generally managing the Winter Holy Land now?"

Kliman said: "The Holy Land itself is a loose organization. The largest factions are the Sauron Assassin Sect, the Four Elephants Sect Warrior Monk Monastery, and the Winter Sect Furious Frost Berserkers."

"There are countless other sects, but the broad management of the three major sects is generally recognized. The one with the highest status at present must be the legendary Master Panyun of the Four Symbols Sect."

Richard was startled, and then asked: "Monk Panyun, how come I haven't heard of it?"

"Yes, in the official records of Midden Territory, he died 800 years ago. The record at that time was that he went deep into the Northland Glacier to climb mountains and disappeared. But about two years ago, he suddenly disappeared from the Northland Glacier. He came back and became a legend."

"Why didn't anyone inform the Duke's Palace?"

Kliman said bluntly: "We clearly reported it and used official channels, but there has been no response."

Feite suddenly asked: "Wait a minute, didn't you submit it directly to Binglin Valley?"

Kliman said: "Yeah, what else can we do? We can't go to Winter City to report, right? This is against the rules."

"Well, that was probably detained by the nobles or Nehecha." Richard understood the reason and didn't dwell on it. "Does that mean that Master Panyun Monk has lived for at least 800 years?"

"That's right, the master has learned the immortality of the mountain. Theoretically, the lifespan limit has been lifted, making him immortal and immortal, just like an undead."

"The Cloud-Climbing Monk who returned from the Great Glacier in the North?" Richard was a little concerned about this and sighed, "It is indeed the famous winter holy land in the Ai Xi Continent. It is really a space mage like Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, Cloud-Climbing Monk." It’s a rare profession that I can come across.”

Then Richard waited for a while, and no one came to visit again.

Those conservative nobles seemed to have no intention of contacting Richard, but gathered around Nehcha without any scruples.

This made Richard a little confused.

They shouldn't have turned to Nehecha so decisively. These nobles shouldn't have just sat there and waited for death. Following Nehecha in rebellion was undoubtedly the worst outcome, and it was almost a sure-fire choice.

There should be no one in the entire Miden Territory who dares to really resist Nanalia's rule. This is almost fantastic.

"Veroka." Richard said to the beautiful girl beside him.

"Senior, I'm here. Oh, cough, cough."

Veroca was having lunch with Clinina when a sudden shout choked her throat.

"Take off your veil in a moment."

Before entering the council chamber, Richard asked Verocca to wear a veil in advance to avoid unnecessary influence.

But it's almost time.

Richard needed to know whether the Baal cult that was loyal to Linda was involved, and Nehecha's attitude was the key to it.

Veroca's Linda in disguise is a good bait, and she's bound to bring out something that only exists in the shadows.

And...she looks so much like Linda.

Even Richard was a little confused.

Chapter 311 The Big Villain Richard

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the meeting was held on time.

But compared to the noise in the morning, the current venue was obviously a bit murderous.

Malouf, the leader of the conservative aristocracy, stared at Richard with a gloomy old face.

Richard said: "Count Maloof, you seem to have been staring at me for a long time."

"I'm just examining the sycophants around Miss Clintina." Maloof leaned on his cane and asked in a deep voice, "I don't agree with the tax exemption proposal. This is not Lady Nunnalia's decision. And you An evil person has bewitched Miss Clintina."

Maloof attempted to shift the focus from the tax exemption to Richard himself.

As long as Richard's legitimacy can be completely denied, this farce will end unhappy.

Richard followed suit and said: "Well, since you want Nunalia to approve everything personally, let's first talk about the sudden increase in the tax rate in Binglin Valley a few weeks ago. Malouf, please answer this. Does Lady Nunalia agree to the decision?”

"Are you kidding? Mr. Richard, even if you are Nanalia's close minister, I think it's better not to dwell too much on this issue, and be careful of getting yourself into trouble," Maloof threatened.

"Are you threatening me? Do you think Mrs. Nunalia didn't tell me anything?" Richard was as steady as a rock. He understood that this old fritter was fooling him.

Maloof was betting that the relationship between Richard and Nunalia was not close enough to talk about the Baal Order, so he was still trying to intimidate Richard through the Baal Order behind him.

This trick has been tried repeatedly by the governors.

After all, most of the higher-ups in Ice-Rin Valley knew that Nanalia secretly controlled the Baal Order, and the Baal Order controlled the tax rate in Ice-Rin Valley.

If Binglin Valley raises taxes, it will not be the action of the city hall, but Nunalia's personal decision.

Such an obscure and ambiguous relationship has always shrouded Binglin Valley like a haze, and no one dared to resist.

Today, when Nunalia has completely given up on the Baal Order, the nobles have discovered that they can still make some small moves in Nunalia's name without anyone daring to refute.

But it's a pity that they are facing Richard.

"Then tell me, Maloof, who decided to raise the tax rate? I have never heard of Lady Nunalia making such a decision."

Richard took out a piece of parchment, which contained the unified tax management regulations that Midden had received in recent years.

"Also, why hasn't the tax management of Ice Cold Valley been in line with that of the entire Midden Territory in the past ten years? Winter City, Northwind Castle, and Howling Peak all apply to this unified standard. Why haven't you done it?"

Malouf's face changed drastically, and Richard's words were like an overloaded and speeding dump truck hitting his heart hard.

My heart skipped a beat, and then became motionless.

"Richard, are you crazy! We are only talking about the tax rate increase in recent weeks, don't change the subject." There were beads of sweat visibly oozing out from Malouf's forehead, and he looked a little frightened.

Not only Malouf and other nobles, but also other civil groups have buried their heads deeply.

Everyone knows the reason why the tax management in Binglin Valley is different from other areas. This is not a secret.

But as Nunalia's closest minister, Richard suddenly began to think deeply about this. If it wasn't stupid, then it could only be Lady Nunalia's personal instruction.

It seems that Lady Nunalia's announcement about the complete annihilation of the Baal cultists in the territory is true. This time it is not "Nanalia's conspiracy"!

"That's enough, Richard. I am the count of the Malouf family. Our family has followed the An family for tens of millions of years. There is no credit but hard work." Malouf started to play the emotional card. He looked at Clindina and said, "Miss Clintina, we have always been loyal to the An family!"

Clintina nodded: "Oh, I know, so you can answer Richard's question. I believe that a loyal minister will not have any reservations about the monarch."

Malouf gritted his teeth, chose the warrior to break his wrist and said: "I admit that the tax rate in recent weeks was increased privately after discussions between me and several nobles. We are willing to accept all punishment from Miss Clintina."

Richard said without giving in: "Very good, it's been you these past few weeks, but who is it in the past ten years?"

"Who is it? Don't push yourself too far!" Malouf's expression finally turned ferocious, and he said, "Are you sincerely trying to embarrass us today?"

Richard shook his head: "It's not about embarrassment, it's about seeking justice for the residents of Binglin Valley. You think so, Lord Nehecha. I heard that you have been fighting against high tax rates. Can everything be as good as yours today?" What you want?"

Nehechapi smiled and said: "Well, I...I support all decisions made by Miss Clintina, but I reserve the right to put forward opinions."

Richard's voice was like a declaration from hell, and he continued: "Very good, Mr. Nehcha is also curious. You can answer it, Count Maloof."

Malov's ferociousness gradually turned into despair, and he gradually understood everything.

The reckoning from Nunalia has finally arrived.

He and others were completely abandoned.

Richard has been obsessed with the tax rate issue for the past ten years, forcing himself to lead the conservative nobles to surrender completely.

If you say that the high tax rate problem is all caused by the Baal Order and Nunalia, then it will be a real disaster.

In any area of ​​the Ashe continent, the cost of accusing the local supreme ruler of being a follower of the evil god is immeasurable.

Whether it succeeds or fails, it is all disloyalty.

And Lady Nunalia may have been waiting for this opportunity to catch all the "nonsense" nobles like herself.

Now, in the face of the unstoppable supreme power, the conservative aristocrats can only choose to take the tax rate issue on themselves, and maybe get a little mercy and life.

"Okay, okay, that's how you play, right?" A young man dressed as an aristocrat suddenly stood up and stared at Richard angrily.

Richard asked: "Who is this?"

Fite reminded in a low voice: "Viscount Kraka, whose fiefdom is in a medium-sized town and surrounding villages on the west side of Binglin Valley, second only to Count Maloof in area. The previous Viscount Kraka died early, so he is a young man .”

Richard encouraged: "Viscount Kraka, what do you want to say, what do you want to say, and what do you mean by your words? Although you can speak freely, Midden has always been about freedom of speech."

"I admire young people the most. Only with passion can they express their opinions and criticize the current problems. Otherwise, they will all be like old men like Malouf. If you don't tell me, I won't tell you. Then how do you make progress, how do I make progress, Clindina How can Miss make progress?"

"Metaphors and personifications are compared to thimbles, objects are used to express ambitions, and objects are used to describe people. You can choose all the rhetorical techniques and description methods. Just say it. Don't worry, I am very tolerant."

Seeing Richard's malicious Gonghuo, Malofu knew something was wrong and immediately roared: "Clarka, step back, you are not qualified to talk to Mr. Richard!"

Richard also raised his voice: "He has, let him say it! Count Maloof, Miss Clintina is here today, and it's not your turn to overpower others. Clarka, are you afraid?"

"Okay, just say it." Kraka was provoked by Richard and seemed to be in a blood rage. He had lost all reason and yelled, "The tax rates in Binglin Valley in the past ten years have all been paid by this evil Nunalia." What the believers do has nothing to do with our nobles!”

"Richard, don't think that our nobles are afraid of you because you are a close official of Nunalia. The nobles here are all over the Midden Territory. If we really want to unite, you can't stand it!"

Richard finally smiled and said: "So Viscount Kraka, you are saying that Mrs. Nunalia is a cultist? Everyone heard it, he said that Mrs. Nunalia is a cultist."

The entire venue immediately fell into silence, like a barren tomb, leaving only a bone-chilling chill.

Everyone's respect for Richard gradually increased to a higher level.