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

"Who knows? But please remember one thing. Binglin Valley is the legal fiefdom of the Cha family. We have been operating here for tens of millions of years. This place belongs to us, not you." Nehcha said calmly.

"It's a pity that your image in Binglin Valley has been completely broken. As for Malouf, he doesn't seem to be so willing to join you." Richard hit the nail on the head, "What else do you have now? I'm very curious."

"I'm surprised that Malov doesn't want to support me, but it's nothing. You will regret your actions today." Nehecha suddenly turned to look at Veroka and said softly, "You can let this beautiful Madam, would you please take off your veil? That is my only request, she looks like a distinguished lady who should not be here at all."

Richard said clearly: "Sure enough, you know her."

Veroka also obediently took off her veil, and her appearance was almost exactly the same as Linda's, which made Nehcha freeze in place.

Nehecha said with a trembling voice: "Princess? Is it really Princess Linda?"

"Yes, Princess Linda, but she is mine." Richard let go of Nehcha's hand, wiped it with a handkerchief, then hugged Veroka and pressed his palm on her soft belly.

Nehecha didn't seem to doubt Linda's authenticity at all. After all, Veroca had been transformed by Richard so much that Richard himself could hardly tell the difference.

Nehecha asked: "Mr. Richard, aren't you already wanted by the empire?"

"But it doesn't mean the engagement is terminated." Richard also specially kissed Veroka.

Nehcha was keenly aware of the panic in Veroka's eyes.

He said nothing more, but silently saluted Veroca and Clindina, finally stared at Richard with squinted eyes, and then left the council room.

"Common Richard, where are you putting your hands?" Clindina finally couldn't bear it any longer. She walked over to Verocca, and then fiercely pulled off Richard's palm on his lower abdomen, " I knew you had to take the opportunity to bully Veroca.”

Veroka said tremblingly: "Senior Richard, can I change back now? The uncle looked at me just now, it was so scary, as if he wanted to eat me."

Richard pinched Veroca's face and refused: "No, Veroca, disguise is also a compulsory course in the academy. You must adapt to disguising for a long time when you go out."

Veroka pouted, and then hid behind Clindina.

"But why didn't you kill Nehecha just now?" Clindina asked, looking in the direction Nehecha was leaving.

Then a hard blow hit Clintina's head.

With a "bang", Richard screamed in pain.

Richard touched his forehead and regretted his actions: "Clintina, your forehead is so hard."

"You really want to knock me on the head again. You have always liked to do this since you were a child. You knocked me stupid because of it!" Clindina said dissatisfied.

"You are stupid to begin with, but you blame me." Richard covered his head and continued, "Clintina, you don't understand at all the hard work I put into the meeting just now."

"Well, you give people the impression that you are like a big villain, bullying others, sinister and evil." Clindina commented pertinently, "But there are not many other people who are good, and they all have different thoughts, especially Ni Hecha and Maloof, both big bad guys, jumping left and right.”

Richard touched Clindina's soft red hair tiredly, and said like a caring fool:

"You just have to remember that we can't really lose the support of the nobles. Our goal is not destruction, but taking back power."

"Today we can kill Nehcha by force, then tomorrow we dare to kill Malof. We cannot cause panic among the nobles."

"So to deal with a hidden local snake like Nehecha, we can only use legal means, pay a moderate price, erode his superficial power bit by bit, and divide his relationship with the nobles and common people."

"In short, if we want to eliminate Nehcha, we must first completely force him to rebel, and then stand on the side of justice and attack him in groups. Only in this way can we steadily control the Binglin Valley."

"Although I have reorganized the staff of the city hall today, for Nehecha, this is only a moderate loss, and it will not be a traumatic event."

"And..." Richard looked at his palm and grinned, "And Nehecha is very strong. It would be impossible to kill him by force. Damn, he was squeezing my palm just now, okay. It hurts, please write down this account first.”

"It's too complicated, I'll leave it to you." Clindina had already started to take a nap, "I'll go back and take a nap first."

"Come back." Richard directly grabbed Clintina's skirt and said, "Have you forgotten that you are now the acting city lord."

"Hmm, do you think a fool like me can understand government affairs?"

Clintina was already very sleepy and didn't want to be dragged into doing a job that she was not good at at all, so she simply said in a coquettish tone: "Or do you really trust me to manage the Binglin Valley myself? You won’t be able to sleep that way, so why not let me go and take a nap.”

This overly self-aware attitude left Richard speechless, and the rare coquettish tone made Richard soften his heart.

But Richard still firmly grabbed Clintina's skirt: "Anyway, you have to stay in the city lord's mansion for me, giving people the illusion that the city lord is diligent."

Clintina hugged Veroka tightly and said: "Okay, okay, you have the final say, I'll take a nap here. To tell you the truth, I really don't like meetings. As long as there are meetings, I will fall asleep." .”

"Actually, me too," Verroca whispered, "I feel like only bad guys like seniors like to hold meetings, just like the Mediterranean dean at the opening ceremony every year who wants to read the manuscript all day long."

Veroka thought for a while, then endured her shyness and gently put her head on Richard's chest: "But senior, you have worked hard today. We seem to be unable to help you at all. I'm sorry. Instead of staying with you all the time, let me For your trouble, it’s better to stay where you are and not cause any trouble to you. It seems that the Prime Minister of Fit is already waiting for you at the door, please go quickly."

Clintina looked at Veroca's actions, thought for a moment, and then...

"Here, here you go. You know me. I have nothing but a set of armor and a sword, and that's all I have. Anyway, even if I want to help you, you will probably find me annoying and think I am causing trouble."

"Hiss." Richard tightened his grip on the long piece of warm red cloth in his hand and fell into confusion.

No, Clintina, how come your gratitude is always different from others?

This time it is indeed not underwear, but a long silk cloth used to wrap the breasts. It should have been wrapped around Clintina's chest in circles!

Chapter 315 Feite, what does your wife think?

Richard accepted the bra and restrained himself from thinking deeply about how the small, regularly distributed sunken dots on this long red strip of cloth were created.

After seeing that Veroka's eyes had changed from admiration to disgust, and finally from disgust to numbness, Richard was finally relieved.

Yeah, I just love this stuff.

Is there a problem with men liking this stuff?

But Clindina really likes this kind of red things, not just panties and bras, but even pajama envelopes.

In contrast, Nunalia prefers refreshing and clean blue, while the mother and daughter's hobbies are exactly the opposite.

No wonder I always feel out of place.

While thinking wildly, Richard had already walked to Feite who was waiting at the door.

"Mr. Richard, what are you thinking about?"

Richard blurted out: "How would your wife express her gratitude to you in the past?"

"What do you want to do? My wife loves me very much, and my daughter is very cute and only has me as her father." Feite immediately felt like he was facing a formidable enemy.

"No, I'm just curious. Forget it, next topic." Richard shook his head, "Fite, you can find a way to promote one of the lower-level consuls to be your deputy, can you do it?"

"This is not difficult. Although there are not many consuls, most of them are the elite among the elite. It is not difficult to pick one with outstanding ability." Feit nodded.

"After the reorganization of the city hall, you will be the speaker, and you will be responsible for implementing the recent decisions of Binglin Valley." Richard said, "By the way, I am very curious that those nobles were ready to completely switch to Nehcha at noon, and finally they immediately But Love has rebelled?"

"Because of loyalty, Mr. Richard."

Malouf's voice came from the coniferous pine forest on the side. He slowly walked to the two of them, alone.

He said slowly: "We are greedy, we are shameless, we even dare to fake Lady Nunalia's orders, but we are still loyal. Can you understand this reason?"

"Yes, I can understand that while being loyal to Nunalia, they seek personal gain as much as possible. Most nobles are like this. This is the tradition of the Silver Moon Empire for thousands of years, and it is also the main reason why the empire is so difficult to recover - because Your loyalty." Richard looked at the stooped Malouf with a hint of surprise in his eyes: "Are you the only one?"

Malouf nodded: "Yes, I think I should talk to you. You seem to think so too."

"You are more rational than I thought, Count Maloof." Richard said, "Have you figured it out?"

"I have always been sober. I just underestimated the relationship between you and Mrs. Nunalia, and that's why I was... disrespectful at the beginning." Malouf laughed at himself, "Now, I finally realize it unwillingly. , the nobles are really at an end. Lady Nunalia’s rule will only become more stable with time.”

Richard asked: "Do your thoughts represent you personally, or do you represent all nobles?"

"Only representing the Maloof family and its three viscounts, seven barons, and fifteen knights." Maloof grinned, "Mr. Richard, even an old man like me only fully woke up today. So your resistance is still very big. Your butcher knife will eventually have to be wielded again."

The dying old man said coldly: "But this time, the Malouf family will still be the sharpest butcher knife of the An family. We dared to collude with the Baal cult for Mrs. Nunalia, and today we dare to do it in front of Nehcha Take away the Binglin Valley that he has managed for generations, no matter what the cost."

Chapter 316: Fixation Technique, fixation!

"Although, I heard Nunalia say that you were eager to cooperate with the Baal Order and control the tax rate in Binglin Valley." Richard pointed out mercilessly.

The corner of Malouf's mouth twitched, and he smiled cheekily: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, it's just another manifestation of loyalty. Besides, everyone makes mistakes, right? We just made the mistakes that nobles make, you We all agreed to forgive us.”

Malouf, who recognized the reality, chose to completely fall in love with the Duke's Palace, and he still chose to devote all his loyalty to Anjia as he did ten years ago.

By the way, protect your legitimate interests.

With the addition of Malouf, Richard truly took the initiative.

With Malouf as the leader of the conservative nobles, at least half of the nobles will not choose to defect to Nehecha, and then the Binglin Valley will not be reduced to the point where no one is available.

Maloof said: "But Mr. Richard, could you please tell me how Mrs. Nunnalia will deal with the territorial issues of the remaining nobles after dealing with Nehcha?"

"The autonomy of your respective territories will inevitably be taken back." Richard gave Malouf a psychological preparation in advance. "The territories of two marquises, two earls, and many barons and viscounts in Midden are dotted around Midden. It covers the entire territory and has affected the implementation of many large-scale projects.”

According to the information controlled by Richard, Nunalia had planned to open an underground river connecting the four major cities in the Midden Territory.

If this huge project can be implemented smoothly, then at least the four geographically distant main cities in Midenland will be able to avoid the loss of wind and snow in northern Xinjiang and carry out efficient and low-cost transportation of goods and manpower.

However, this proposal was resolutely protested by the large and small aristocratic territories along the selected route, leading to a stillbirth.

Nunalia didn't have a good solution to this.

Because according to the laws of the empire, the territory of the nobles is sacred and inviolable.

Although the An family is the master of Miden Territory, various regions in Midden Territory are managed by subordinate nobles.

If the underground river wants to pass through the territories of these small nobles, theoretically, it must pay a high toll.

And it is impossible for the nobles to make this underground river really come true.

In their eyes, this underground river that resembles the handiwork of the dwarves is almost Nunalia's exclusive troop transport channel.

The nobles did not want to open their eyes one morning and find a group of soldiers surrounding them being liquidated by Nunalia.

In addition, large-scale projects such as building straight roads in the snowfield, arranging large teleportation gates between main cities, and rebuilding the Mage Academy have also been blocked in every possible way and have to be temporarily shelved.

So for the ambitious Nunalia, these nobles have completely become a stumbling block on her way to becoming queen.

The action to take back the fiefdom and completely control every inch of the land in Midden Territory has been urgent and is gaining momentum.

"Sure enough, from now on, Midden Territory can only have one master, Anjia." Malouf sighed resignedly and said on crutches, "Just like the empire next door, there can only be one queen."

Richard added: "It's just that the fief is taken back, but the title of noble will be retained forever, and there will be many compensation measures. Your life will not be bad."

"If the fiefdom is gone, why don't we leave it to Lady Nunalia's control? But feel free to do whatever you want. Anyway, I don't have a few days to live, old man. I have to believe in the wisdom of future generations." Malouf shrugged, looking very relieved.

"It would be great if everyone could be as rational as you, but after all there will be some clowns who are desperate and want to use their hands as a trap." Richard suddenly turned his head and looked behind him, and two heavily armed assassins suddenly jumped out of the snowdrift in the corner. .

The two assassins, who had no hiding experience, rushed directly towards Richard, the heavy flails in their hands whirring.

It seems that he is planning to trade his life for his life.

This sudden assassination is understandable. As an orthodox member of the An family, no one dares to touch Clintina. But if Richard, the real decision-maker, dies, then at least all Nunalia's plans for Binglin Valley will be temporarily suspended.

In this way, the nobles can also get a temporary respite.

Richard snapped his fingers, and the space in front of him suddenly became distorted, and seemed to turn into a slime.