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

Kraka said reluctantly: "That's right! Without the Baal Order, how could Nanalia control the Midden Territory?"

"Just wait, I will provide evidence to the Church of Dawn tonight and reveal the identity of Nunalia's cultists. By then, none of you will be able to escape!"

"And Nunalia is trying to take back our territory. Let me tell you, it's impossible! The legal rights and interests of our territory do not come from the Duke's Palace, but from the Silver Moon Empire!"

"Don't think that you have learned some magic, are wearing a robe with a broken piece of wood, and look like a dog. Remember, I am Viscount Clarka from Mang Town. You know how Mang from Mang Town came to be. ?"

Richard nodded and said deeply: "I know it so well. I really know it so well. It is indeed reckless. I am sincerely convinced. Thank you."

Kraka thought that Richard was afraid, so he said proudly: "In that case, let's break up the meeting."

Richard smiled and said: "Count Maloof, do you think we can break up the meeting?"

Malouf's heart has sunk to the bottom now, and his face is ashen.

Viscount Kraka's father died in an accident. He had only recently taken over. He didn't understand many things yet and was full of high spirits and indignation.

But what he said about going to Morningside Church to report was simply nonsense.

Not to mention that the Church of Dawn should have known about this matter for a long time. Even if there was to be a trial, how could a group of nobles who had collaborated with the Baal Order escape trial and reckoning.

Maloof could vaguely sense that the Pope and Lady Nunalia might be wearing the same pair of underwear, so they were the same person.

No matter what, this matter cannot be brought to the Church of Dawn, otherwise the nobles will be in ruins before anything happens to Nunalia.

"I think this meeting is not easy to break up." Malouf looked grim and said simply, "There are still many issues that have not been resolved. For example, the possible rebellion of Viscount Kraka."

Kraka said in disbelief: "What? Malouf, are you confused?"

Maloof reprimanded: "Kraka, take back what you just said, and then kneel in front of Miss Clintina and ask for forgiveness."

Kraka was very stubborn: "Impossible! Nothing I said is wrong, it's you who are wrong!"

"Okay." Malouf's eyes were cold and he said in a low voice, "Miss Clindina, I ask you to order the execution of Kraka."

Clintina thought for a while and said, "Hmm, Viscount Malouf, if possible, I can pretend that I didn't hear the slander you just made, and I'll give you a chance."

Malouf said quickly: "Kraka, why don't you hurry up and thank Miss Clintina? You are young and everyone understands your nonsense. This is your last chance!"

"You want to kill me just because I told the truth? Why doesn't anyone support me? A bunch of cowards!"

Kraka's face gradually turned ugly. He seemed to realize that he had caused a huge disaster, and in desperation he began to say without restraint: "Malov, don't think that I don't know, you are also related to the Baal Order!"

"Lord Nehecha, compared to the old-fashioned Malov, you are the person with the highest title here. Please tell me something. You have been fighting against high tax rates. You always know something, right?"

Nehecha's face immediately turned ugly. He didn't expect that Kraka, the mad dog, would find him at the last moment.

Richard was happy, but he didn't expect Clarka to be so powerful: "Yes, Lord Nehecha, you have always dared to fight against high tax rates, you must know something."

"No, I don't know. This is my dereliction of duty. I'm sorry." Nehcha denied immediately.

Now Kraka is a bomb that can explode at any time, and whoever gets involved will die.

Even Nehecha would not dare to agree with Kraka's dangerous statement on such an occasion.

"Okay, you are all a bunch of cowards." Clark became more and more desperate, "I want to challenge you, Clintina, you ruined everything!"

Clintina responded slowly: "You don't seem to have this status. You are just a viscount, and you have rebelled. According to the laws of the Midden Territory, you can already be executed on the spot. Please vote."

Maloof took the lead and said: "I agree, Kraka is sick, he is terminally ill, he is bewitched by the evil god, I am sorry but he must be purified."

Nehecha also said: "Second."

"Seconded."

"Seconded."

All participants seconded the proposal and quickly passed the proposal.

Clintina said expressionlessly: "Then the trial is over and Viscount Clarka will be executed."

She waved her hand, and the Erosion Master stood up.

This time, he did not pay attention to the swiftness of the assassin and left no trace. Instead, he took out a machete used for execution and walked straight towards Kraka.

"Poor, stupid kid, you're going to pay for your nonsense."

Without any exception, Kraka had no room for resistance and his head was severed.

Blood stained the carpet. Richard raised his hand, and the blue astral flame burned Kraka's body.

"Okay, this farce is over. Let's get back to the topic. Who sets the tax rate, Count Maloof?"

Maloof knew what Richard wanted him to say. After a long sigh, he said resignedly: "It was me, the Maloof family who relied on their power to coerce other nobles to agree, and deceived the chief consul and Ni The high tax rate set by City Lord Hecha.”

"Only you?" Richard asked, "Think clearly, after you plead guilty, the Duke's Palace will still investigate to the end. Those accomplices who don't surrender at this time will be in big trouble if they are caught later."

Malouf sighed: "It's...all the nobles present in Binglin Valley today. We have brought disaster to the residents of Binglin Valley."

"So Lord Nehecha, did you hear that? The goal you have been pursuing for many years has finally been achieved." Richard nodded and didn't care much.

These conservative nobles have never been his main target. To put it bluntly, they are not as powerful as the Nehcha family together.

All of this is just a foreshadowing, a foreshadowing for Nehcha.

After the tax exemption, Nehecha's consistent image of resisting taxes in Binglin Valley will come to an end.

Then all residents will know that it was Clintina who exempted the tax, not Tanehcha.

It is important that it was not Nehecha who ultimately saved the Ice Rin Valley.

Unexpectedly, Nehecha said very forcefully this time: "I don't agree to exempt the tax rate! As the city lord."

Richard was even more straightforward: "Okay, Feit, write it down. Lord Nehecha resolutely rejects Miss Clintina's tax-free policy and publish it as the headline of today's newspaper."

At this time, Richard knew that Nehecha had been forced into a dead end by himself.

But the fight between trapped beasts should not be underestimated.

Chapter 312 Nehecha’s Fangs

Richard didn't say anything more, Connor already spoke first.

"Mr. Nehecha, you have always opposed high tax rates, why are you obstructing it today?"

Nehecha had already prepared a seemingly appropriate reason: "The tax rate in Binglin Valley has always been high, and today it suddenly dropped to zero, I am afraid that chambers of commerce from all over the empire will be attracted to come to avoid taxes in an instant."

"The several large-scale chambers of commerce across the empire are not something that local businessmen and residents can compete with. By then, the entire Binglin Valley market may be controlled by those large-scale chambers of commerce, forcing prices down, and local people may even suffer a direct loss of income. Half a possibility."

"It's like a weak person suddenly drank holy water No. [-], which is poison rather than tonic. Therefore, the tax rate can be reduced, but it is not advisable to act too hastily and seek quick success."

Richard nodded: "Yes, you are right, but...why has such a good idea not been implemented before? Aren't you the city lord, Nehcha?"

"Has your ability stopped here? Have you failed to live up to the Duke's Palace's expectations of you? Did the nobles headed by Malouf put too much pressure on you?"

"I heard that your relationship with Malouf and other nobles has not been very good. This kind of thing should not happen to a city lord."

Richard deliberately led the conflict between the nobles and Nehecha, and the successive questions were like a sharp knife inserted between the two.

He is forcing Nehecha to take sides, whether to abandon the conservative nobles and stay alone, or to provide full assistance to Malouf and others.

"Mr. Richard, all the previous problems are due to my dereliction of duty and my incompetence! But I still want to say something for the nobles."

Facing Richard's pressing step by step, Nehecha suddenly felt a headache, and he had to soften his words: "The nobles headed by Malouf only committed the sin of greed, but they did not betray Lady Nunalia."

"The high tax rate bill is the result of a legal vote passed by the city hall of Binglin Valley. It is the most compliant procedure. Theoretically, they have not committed a crime, but they are just unfavorable in their decision-making. They are just incompetent. You cannot liquidate them, you can only punish them. !”

Under the pressure of Richard, Nehcha had no choice but to directly break through his usual disguise, helplessly stood in the camp of the conservative nobles, and chose to protect them.

He could already feel the surprise and dissatisfaction of Connor, Kliman, and all the participants of the Ice Rin Valley civil society.

But Richard directly represents Nunalia. If he really wants to pursue her, he has nothing to do.

After all, the official level is overwhelming. As long as you are not ready to rebel, you can't go against the mountain of Richard.

At this point, the only choice was to stand on a united front with the nobles who were also abandoned and liquidated.

This does not seem to be a bad thing. Instead of standing with the civil forces in Binglin Valley, it is better to unite closely with the desperate and more powerful conservative nobles.

If Malouf and others can really be recruited as a support, with the support of most of the nobles from all over the Midden Territory, the Cha family seems to have strengthened in a big way.

Sure enough, no matter how cunning and ruthless Richard is, he is just a mage. He has no idea who has the final say in the Midden Territory.

After all, the Midden Land is the Midden Land of the nobles, not those of the common people.

Seeing Nehecha's statement, several conservative nobles who were also forced to start a counterattack.

"City Lord Nehecha is right. We didn't break the law. At first, we just thought that high tax rates would stimulate the development of Binglin Valley."

"In the Midden Territory, the nobles have always had another set of laws to conduct trials. Mistakes in decision-making are not enough to affect our status. We are already nobler than the common people."

"Yes, the Midden Territory has been at war for many years and is surrounded by enemies on all sides. Is it wrong to raise taxes? At such a critical point in the Silver Moon Empire today, the residents of the Binglin Valley can only suffer a little longer."

Many viscounts jumped out and unknowingly stood on a united front with Nehcha.

However, Count Maloof was still smoking coldly, his cloudy eyes seemed to be thinking about something, and he said nothing.

Richard silently scanned the venue, looking at the nobles and Nehcha who had gathered together unconsciously, knowing that his goal had been gradually achieved, and the fish had taken the bait.

Nehecha said calmly: "Look, Mr. Richard, that's the way it is. Even if Mrs. Nunalia comes in person today, she can't judge them beyond the law."

"Then let's try it in accordance with the law, including you, the Lord of Nehecha. As the Lord of the city, you are also responsible for your own dereliction of duty." Richard nodded, "Fite, according to the latest noble law, how should they be punished?"

"According to the Nobility Law, the relevant nobles should resign from all positions in the Lord's Palace of Binglin Valley City, and return to the fiefdom and be prohibited from traveling for five years..." Fite opened the thick parchment book, wiped the cold sweat on his head, and said nothing more Go down.

Without him, the current composition of the Ice Rin Valley City Hall is not difficult to explain.

On weekdays, the main people in charge are a city lord, three chief consuls, and three representatives elected by the nobles every three years.

After this are the various councilors, who are composed of local nobles and a small number of civilians in the Binglin Valley. They have voting rights and are responsible for various subdivisions.

If the aristocratic law is really to be implemented, then the strength of the nobles who have long been entrenched in every corner of Binglin Valley will be reduced to zero, which is likely to directly lead to the paralysis of Binglin Valley.

It is true that Richard represents Nanalia's authority and represents the five garrison regiments, rangers, pioneers and other violent organizations.

But after violence, these lands always need people to manage them.

So this is why Nehecha took his time.

After all, Nanalia's rule over the Midden Territory cannot be separated from the nobles.

Although businessmen or civilian-born consuls represented by Feit are already being hired, because relevant educational resources are monopolized by the nobles, the number and qualifications are far from enough to completely replace the nobles.

If we really use that group of newcomers who are still learning tax calculation, demographics, and public opinion management in Winter City, then Richard's reputation will be even worse than that of Malouf and other nobles before long.

"Prince Feite, why don't you say anything? Do you have anything to hide?" The situation finally tilted towards Nehecha. He gradually revealed his long-planned fangs and urged, "Mr. Richard is still waiting. Here you go, hurry up and announce our solution."

Feite said nothing, feeling a little uneasy.