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

Mr. Richard, you don’t really want to suspend the entire city hall, right?

Have you really considered the consequences of this?

Richard nodded: "It's okay Feite, just tell me, do things impartially, the Lord of Nehecha is still waiting."

Feite said word by word: "Suspension, confinement, fines and... reduction of the area of ​​​​the fiefdom as appropriate."

Nehecha applauded and said with satisfaction: "Okay, then Mr. Richard, do you want to execute it?"

Chapter 313: Pot-sharing meeting?Pot-grabbing meeting!

The entire council chamber fell into silence again, but this time it was Richard who was forced to go to the palace.

If the Noble Law is really strictly enforced, Binglin Valley will usher in a long period of turmoil, and it is even possible that it will never recover, and not even the tax exemption bill can save it.

As the second largest super-large city after Warm Winter City, and as the transit lifeline of the Midden Territory, Binglin Valley has always allowed no problems.

This has also resulted in the folk customs of Binglin Valley being fierce and straightforward, but all proposals and administrative plans are becoming infinitely more conservative.

In addition, Binglin Valley is located in the hinterland of Miden Territory and is free from foreign intrusion. Compared with the warm winter city where Anjia covers the sky with one hand, it seems more free.

As a result, almost most of the nobles in the entire northern Xinjiang gathered here and had great autonomy.

And these meritorious nobles who have followed the An family for thousands of years cannot use the most primitive violence to solve the problem, otherwise no force will dare to associate with this Midden leader who has turned his back and refused to recognize anyone.

This is also the reason why Nunalia has been unable to completely and effectively manage the Ice Valley.

So now Richard has almost suspended the entire parliament of nobles, which is no less than an evil invasion for the entire Midden Territory.

Nehecha finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He had been holding back for such a long time just waiting for this moment.

The only chance of winning was finally caught by him.

After all, he is just a mage. Even if he is cunning, he will never be able to make the smooth compromise of veteran nobles like himself, who can retreat in order to advance.

In this way, the Cha family, with the support of almost all the nobles, will completely control the Binglin Valley and become a nail firmly stuck in the heart of the Midden Territory, becoming Nanalia's heartache.

Even with the help of these nobles whose fiefdoms are spread throughout Northern Xinjiang, they can also extend their minions to Beifeng Castle and Howling Peak deep in Northern Xinjiang.

If everything goes well, as long as the Northern Xinjiang Corridor is guarded, Northern Xinjiang will become an independent entity.

The Warm Winter City south of the mountains will be completely transformed into an isolated island on land, and will be excluded and attacked by the entire empire.

"Wait a minute, as the chief executive of Binglin Valley, I have something to say."

Fite knew that the current situation was very unfavorable to him, and finally showed his strong qualities as one of the few major rulers in the Midden Territory. He chose to self-destruct without hesitation.

"I think the high tax rate problem in Binglin Valley is not just the fault of Lord Nehecha and Malof and other nobles. I am also responsible."

"The three chief consuls are actually qualified to unite to directly veto the high tax proposal, but we have acquiesced to his existence. This is our dereliction of duty - Fit, Enoch, and Dekley."

"Furthermore, I think the consul is the party that needs to bear the main responsibility for this. After all, the Lord of Nehecha has been opposing high tax rates, and Malov and other nobles only raised tax rates for the sake of the entire Midden Territory's finances. Out of loyalty to Lady Nunalia.”

“But the three great rulers headed by me are swaying between the lord of Nehecha and the nobles, trying to profit from it.

"For example, I received nearly 20 gold coins from the Lord of Nehecha City."

"As for Mr. Enoch, he..." Fite looked at Enoch who was smoking a cigar and said temporarily, "He received thirty boxes of expensive cigars from the previous Viscount Kraka, worth a total of 30 gold coins, and also collected He caused several beautiful women of the Kraka family to indulge in excessive debauchery.”

"Hiss." Enoch, who was suddenly mentioned, took a puff of his cigar and said, "Yes, I did take bribes, all from the Kraka family. By the way, although I am over 70, But those girls are living a good life, their faces are glowing every day.”

Seeing what Feite wanted to say, Enoch sighed and interrupted him.

Enoch stood up and said in an old voice: "Actually, I forced Feit to acquiesce to the high tax rate proposal because his wife and children are in my hands."

"I also want to admit that I conspired to kill the great leader Dekli! Because he has never collaborated with me."

"When I found out that Mr. Richard was coming to Binglin Valley, I was afraid that Dekeli would leak the news, so I chose to kill him to silence him. The ruler Feite didn't know about it."

Enoch looked around the entire council chamber and shouted in a loud voice: "So gentlemen, I am the culprit of the high tax rate in Binglin Valley."

"Although the ruler of Fit, the Lord of Nehecha and the nobles are also at fault, I am the ultimate source, and..."

Enoch was silent for a while, then he suddenly rolled up his sleeves and showed a badge that shocked everyone.

That's Baal's emblem.

Enoch took a strong puff of the cigar in his mouth, looked at Feit, then raised his middle finger to Nehecha, and said with great enthusiasm, "In a word, long live Barr! Catch me if you can."

This sudden reversal instantly broke the deadlock in the council chamber. All the participants looked at the old gentleman who chose to sell himself with confusion and fell into a long silence.

Everyone knows that Baal’s beliefs are nonsense.

Old Enoch just took over the leadership of Fitt, who still had a bright future when Richard was in trouble, chose to take all the blame for the current situation on himself, and then blew himself up.

An old widower in his 70s with no wife or children is indeed an excellent victim.

Fit's hands were trembling slightly. He knew Enoch's good intentions. This old gentleman always said that he was old and the future belonged to young people like him.

But the words "Long live Barr" had completely pronounced Enoch's death sentence.

Enoch urged: "Why, Fite, don't you dare to pronounce my guilt? I remember that justice is under your control."

"Indeed, the judicial system of Binglin Valley is managed by me." Fite glanced at an inconspicuous note in his hand, which had two simple characters written on it -

Blow up.

This is what Richard handed him just now.

Fit quickly understood Richard's intention, and he was glad that he understood it correctly.

At that moment, Fite originally planned to sacrifice himself without hesitation, but Enoch forced himself to block the knife.

But now is not the time to be sentimental, as his duties as Grand Consul are not over yet.

Enoch's self-destruction must be the final word, so that Mr. Richard's goal can be successfully achieved.

at all costs!

"Guards, capture the cultist Enoch, take him to the dungeon for interrogation, and execute him three days later."

Fit stood up, looked around the audience, hid his emotions, and said calmly: "At present, we are deceived by the cultist Enoch. The main responsibility lies with Barr, not the city lord and the nobles, so There is no need to adopt the Nobility Act, which shocked everyone."

Nihecha's expression, which was originally confident of winning, suddenly became gloomy and almost dripping with water. This sudden change really caught him off guard.

He suddenly didn't know what conspiracy Richard was brewing.

Nehecha could only grit his teeth and said: "No, Enoch may be just too old and confused to name the evil god. I don't think the three consuls made any mistakes! Let's continue with the previous noble bill, right?" "

Fit shook his head and refused: "No, it's our consul's problem. Lord Nehecha, please stop defending us. You are the one who is not wrong."

"No, it's really my fault as the city lord!"

"No, it must be our Archon's fault!"

"Actually, maybe it's our nobles' fault?"

There was a funny scene in the whole scene. Because of the serious consequences of the Nobility Act, the issue changed from a pot-sharing meeting to a pot-grabbing meeting.

Nehecha and the nobles must seize this blame in order to force Richard back to the sanctions of the noble laws, and finally make Richard completely disgraced because of his inability to implement the noble laws.

Only in this way can actual harm be caused to Nunalia who is far away in Winter City.

But now the scapegoat was firmly pinned on their own heads by the governors, sacrificing Enoch in exchange for Richard once again taking the initiative.

Nehecha finally knew that he had underestimated the enemy. The powerful mage in front of him was definitely not as easy to deal with as he thought. He was also an elusive veteran!

Now that his rhythm was completely disrupted, although Nehecha didn't know what Richard wanted to do next, he knew that it would be absolutely fatal.

So I have to bear the blame no matter what.

Chapter 314: Clintina, why is your way of thanking always so different?

After Enoch was arrested, Richard, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke.

He said decisively: "Everyone, since it is a misunderstanding, then I will make the decision. The nobles present will be exempted from taxes for one year. All the income from your territory this year will belong to you as compensation."

Malouf, who had also been silent for a long time, tapped his cane on the floor and finally spoke: "I agree."

Seeing that Malouf also spoke, the other nobles could only suppress it temporarily even if they were not angry.

Although the one-year tax exemption is not much for the nobles, it can be considered a sincerity.

Then Richard changed the topic: "But after all, you are desperately trying to admit your mistakes. There must be a punishment. I really can't refuse."

The nobles felt contempt in their hearts. Isn't this what you forced us to do?

Richard continued: "Since you all feel that you have a problem, then the city lords, nobles, and consuls at all levels should all resign. From now on, the old affairs of Binglin Valley will be completely changed, and I promise not to interfere again."

Nehecha asked: "All members of the city hall are suspended?"

Richard asked back: "Isn't it possible? Mr. Nehecha, as far as I know, you have been the city lord for a long time, and it's time to move. Since you admit that you were wrong, you should voluntarily bear everything Isn’t there consequences?”

Unexpectedly, Malouf continued to say in an old voice: "I agree."

Fit also said: "I agree."

Clindina, who had been watching for a long time, also spoke: "I agree."

Nehecha was stunned for a moment, looking at the sullen Malouf in disbelief, and suddenly realized that he was alone.

Because everyone was voluntarily taking responsibility just now, the blame for the high tax rate in Binglin Valley has been shared equally on everyone.

After admitting that he was wrong first, the nobles could no longer refuse Richard's request.

Moreover, Richard's ability to sacrifice an Enoch from his own camp was already the greatest sincerity and deterrence.

After all, he represents Nunalia, and everyone has seen Nunalia's cruel methods.

If there are any more objections, I'm afraid there will really be a huge crowd today.

Nehecha sat down and sighed: "I agree, but what's next?"

Richard could not refuse: "It's very simple. Miss Clintina will temporarily act as the city lord until the new city lord is elected. As for everyone here, all of them will be reorganized. Two aristocratic representatives will be re-elected, and the grand consul will re-elect two , two from Winter Academy."

Nehecha said patiently: "I have one more word to say, but what about me?"

"You?" Richard smiled condescendingly, "Isn't Mr. Nehcha a noble? Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot. The marquis of the Cha family is General Daicha. According to the law of nobility, you are just a person with no fiefdom and only a name. It’s just the lord of the head, your annual legal income will be paid to you.”

Nehcha remained silent in the end, his face as dark as water, and a hint of cruelty finally appeared in his eyes.

Richard finally said: "Then it's time to end this meeting. Everyone, please go back."

Everyone left the table quickly, but Nehcha was at the end. He stretched out a hand and said without a smile: "Congratulations, Mr. Richard, your method is very clever, I admire you very much."

Richard held Nehecha's hand tightly and smiled: "But Mr. Nehecha doesn't seem to care much about losing his position as city lord. I'm curious about what else you have."