Beautiful Another World Red Tide

"Then what should I do...won't you stay at my house?" Lal suggested with a helpless sigh.

"Living alone in the wilderness, the coal is also used up quickly, and the temperature must be kept at all times. How can we use the money we earn from offering bounties now." Shanny also sighed.

The current environment is terrible. Because of the tide of monsters, most of the goblin tribes who originally lived on the edge of the forest were driven out. They attacked villages and small towns more frequently. Logically speaking, adventurers like them It is indeed a good thing, but the problem is... the heroes can't support the crowd, but the number of their adventurers can support the wheel war, and the village can't support it.

The village can't stand the looting many times, and in the first few times, it can provide a bounty with a reasonable amount of silver coins. Later, there are more goblins invading, and some villages can't even provide bounties. They don't intend to help at all, and they don't care about the life and death of these people. Anyway, their houses are as strong as fortresses. With Goblin's bullying character, most of them run away after looting the villagers. How dare they attack the landlord who has countless well-equipped servants? Yard?

Landlords are not in a panic. Anyway, there are plenty of refugees at this time, and there are no people in a place. As long as there are landlords, most of the refugees who escaped from other places are willing to work for landlords. In their eyes, unless It is said that the goblin disaster has reached a very serious level, so they will spend money to hire a few adventurers to clean it up, just general looting, one batch will die, they don't care at all.

Therefore, the bounties they can earn are getting less and less now, and sometimes they even work for nothing.

To fight fireboars or wargs or something?If you want to die, just go. It’s winter and it’s the period of monster beasts. These monsters often live together. In the past, this kind of task might be able to be done by a team of low-level adventurers like them. Now, let’s start with a group of four or five monsters. When a group of people go there, they feed the eagles physically.

"I don't plan to continue working." Daisia ​​wiped away her tears and said with red eyes.

"Then what do you want to do? Don't do stupid things, don't think about doing that kind of thing!" Lal discouraged.

"Every time you complete a mission, the Adventurers' Association will take a heavy tax. There is not much in the first place, and they will take a percentage of the bounty that is barely a loss. Lal, you have never thought about why we are so hardworking, Can I only wear such a suit now?" Daisia ​​said dissatisfied.

"Look, I'm still wearing the cloak my mother gave me and the traditional elven coat and trousers, and Saul is the same, and Sunny is still wearing the magician's robe that I gave out when I was studying at the academy. How about you? Ral? This outfit equips you How many years have you been wearing it?" Daisia ​​let go of the very beautiful painted wooden bow in her hand, let it hang down to the ground, and asked weakly.

"Because our level is too low." Lal shook his head helplessly.

"It's not just us, all the low-level teams are not doing very well. Everyone has had a hard time these years. Why... none of us can get the mid-level certificate?" Lal looked at Daisia's sad expression , I was also quite uncomfortable.

Their team has only two people in name, because Daisia ​​and Sog are legally not allowed to exist. In fact, there were still many elf and dwarf adventurers five years ago, but not now. A high-level certificate generally requires half of a team to reach the mid-level level of the profession to be able to upgrade. Unfortunately, whether it is Shanny or Lal, they are only low-level peak magicians/swordsmen, and they do not meet the requirements at all. .

"If I were an intermediate magician, our treatment would be much better than now, and I could go to the Magician's Union to receive a monthly subsidy to help Daisia ​​through your difficulties." Shanny also said shamefully and angrily.

"Anyway, I don't plan to go on like this. Stephen, a businessman in the city, saw me in the alley that day, and forced me and Sog to tell us something. He said that the king's capital is running now... what factory? Yes A rich master wants a high salary to recruit a magician who is sensitive to wind elements, preferably an elf. It seems that he is still recruiting blacksmiths who have been forged by dwarves. Sorge and I plan to try our luck, Lal, my mother I will ask you to take care of me and my sister..." Daisia ​​patted her white leggings and said in a depressed mood.

"You can't believe Stephen's nonsense, he was a part-time slave trader!" Shanny grabbed Daisia's hand excitedly to stop her.

"It doesn't matter, Sog and I are a bit of ourselves, and we are sure to escape if things go wrong. Anyway... there is no other way out..." Daisia ​​said resolutely

"I... oh... Daisia, take care." Lal had nothing to say, and knew that what Daisia ​​said was true, so he could only hug Daisia ​​and Sog respectively, and exchanged with Shan in despondency. Ni walked out of the alley together.

He and Shanni were listlessly walking on the dirt road in the village. After a while, they planned to go to the wilderness to pick up Daisia's mother and sister. For Daisia's mother and sister, Sunny can still squeeze with Daisia's sister due to her figure, but Lal has to sleep on the floor, but Lal has no complaints, anyway, he is young, and he sleeps on the floor or next to the stove Rest is fine.

"What a ghost!" Lal was stunned by a stone, he stopped angrily, and kicked the obstructing stone away.

"What a ghost!" Farmer Bieber sat at the door of his house, looked at his dilapidated hut, and cursed angrily in the yard.

16 farmers

Bieber was sitting on his tattered wooden bench, looking at his dilapidated little earthen hut, God damn it, when will this ghost world end? !

Bieber is industrious and brave. The heavy farm work and work did not weigh down his shoulders. His powerful shoulders shoulder the heavy burden of the family. The muscles on his tall body are solid, reliable, and resolute. His face was engraved with traces of vicissitudes of life, who would he look like?That is probably tens of thousands of workers.

"Oh, what a day, it's just nonsense." Bieber cursed again.

No wonder he was so angry. In this age, he, a farmer with only one-third of an acre of land, did not do well. The king wanted to impose heavy taxes, and the landlords didn't know how to understand them, especially those who were close to the border of the kingdom. Farmers, from time to time, have to bear the cruel tide of monsters and goblin invasion. This year, it rained more and longer than usual. It can be said that this year is really a disaster of natural disasters, man-made disasters and wars.

Bieber is thinking, his home is now a broken thatched cottage, or the kind that is riddled with holes. In this kind of thatched cottage, he has to rely on his only one-third of an acre of land to support his parents and wife. There are several young siblings, how should he support them?

This year's harvest is not good, and the grain is not harvested. Bieber sold some valuables at home, and barely paid the heavy tax and the private tax imposed on them by the landlord. What the hell, it's obviously his family, so why should he give it to the landlord? What about paying private taxes?

There is no reason, just because the landlords are rich and powerful, they often have the same relationship with the local nobles as friends, even many landlords themselves are nobles, and most of the rest are descendants of nobles who have not inherited the title. House servant, put a sword on his neck, what else can he say?

This year he has to go to the landlord's house to work again to earn food. He has been working from dawn to dark every day, just for the sake of barely enough to keep his family from starving to death. For his hard day's work?

"It really doesn't work, so I sold the land to escape the famine!" Bieber said angrily.

"Son! Don't talk nonsense! The land cannot be sold! If you sell it, you will be no different from those refugees!"

Bieber's old father staggered out of the house, his back was bent, his eyes were timid and honest, his body was thin, his spirit was low, who knew, 20 years ago , he's also just as fit and powerful as Bieber.

A 40-year-old man is like a 60-year-old man, tortured like this, who can say?

"Father, let's just go to the city! Go to the city to seek a living, it must be better than now!" Bieber didn't directly refute his father's words, but just put forward a new suggestion.

"The city is not the same as the village. It's not a place for us stupid people to stay. Jack from the next village went to the city a few years ago, but he lost his arm and came back with his skin peeled off. , the owner of the workshop there is less human than the landlord. Jack was accidentally smashed with a stone on his arm there, and managed to save his life. The owner of the workshop drove him back without giving any money. Now , What do you think he looks like now? He was bullied by other beggars when he went to beg!" The old father coughed a few times and said.

"Then what else can we do? Just rely on that bit of mess to support our family?" Bieber asked helplessly and angrily.

"You can't go...you should stay in the village, look, everyone hasn't left, maybe staying in the village can make a difference..." the old father continued to chatter.

"Change?! If the landlord is willing to help us, he won't just give us a little confusion." Bieber asked angrily and annoyed.

"The last time I went to the market, I heard from people in the city... His Majesty Ivan is not in good health. Perhaps when His Highness Alexander, who is considerate of us, succeeds to the throne, our tax payment will be reduced." The old father said cowardly.

"Then you can wait." Bieber sat down helplessly again, looking at his wife and mother who were cowering in the house, his heart was filled with sadness and anger.

The younger brothers and sisters have all gone to collect firewood. In this damn winter, the cruel winter, the younger brothers and sisters have to risk being attacked by goblins and monsters to collect firewood, but the sons of the landlord’s house are eating polished rice by the stove Pie, drinking pumpkin juice!

"I plan to send your younger brothers to the city as apprentices, and my younger sister to the landlord's house..." the old father glanced at Bieber's expression, and said tentatively and firmly.

"What? No, Dad! You can't!" Bieber was emotional.

"If you go to a workshop as an apprentice and handyman, you can still earn a living. If you go to a landlord's house as a servant, you can barely survive, but now with the little work you do every day, I'm afraid it will be difficult to survive this winter, Bieber, put it down Let's go, a few children from the neighbor's house have been captured by goblins when they went to collect firewood, and I heard that they saw bones in the wasteland..." The old father also became helpless.

"You are the pillar, you can't fall down, first survive this period of time, and then help your younger brothers and sisters later." The old mother also came out to persuade.

"No, absolutely not!" Bieber protested fiercely.

"I...! Oh!! This damn world!" Bieber cursed helplessly. He hated the damn landlord and the city's tax collector to death, but what's the use of hating?Other peasant families are all the same. They hate these bastards, but what can they do? These people hold swords, bows and crossbows, and unscrupulously smash their bones and suck their marrow. The workers are squeezed enough and can change their jobs. If they are lucky, their peasants can only be trapped in the village for a lifetime, and live a hard life for that little land. If they don't have land, they can only become refugees or poor peasants. Begging, hoping that a certain master will choose him as a servant.

Bieber thought of some of his friends in the city who told him about the tragic experience of children being apprentices, and he thought of his own cute, lively and thin brothers and sisters. The always strong and resolute he finally couldn't help it , he sat down, covered his face and sobbed softly, saying that a man does not shed tears lightly, if he hadn't collapsed to the extreme, that big man would cry helplessly like this again.

Bieber's mother also took out a dirty handkerchief and wiped the corners of her eyes. She also felt distressed, and she also knew what happened to her children, but she couldn't help it... She also went to the landlord's house to work every day, risking a lot of money. Presbyopia goes to weave to consume the "life" of his eyes, just for that point of confusion.

Bieber's father endured it. He picked a leaf from the corner of the wall and stuffed it into his mouth. It was very bitter and he couldn't eat it, but only this bitter taste could suppress his mood.

"Bieber sobbed for a while, spread his hands and raised his head. He must think of a way to prevent his younger brothers and sisters from suffering, but what can he do? He doesn't have anything of his own. If he has, it's strength. Well, building a house is a good hand.

What's more, if you don't know the place in the city, who should you go to?The other guys are mostly doing jobs to make ends meet, so they can't guarantee him.

Bieber became dazed. He was full of confusion about the future. He began to think about all these experiences. He never missed a week of worship. In terms of devotion to the God of Light, he was more confident than that fat and short landowner. Pious, but good luck... No, food and clothing, didn't it fall on him?

The sound of horseshoes came galloping, Bieber turned his head and looked, a black horse stopped firmly in front of his fence gate, it was really strange, what big man could come to his house?It can't be that the landlord heard his complaint, right?

An old man in a black robe rolled over from his horse. Because of his age and obesity, his movements were very clumsy. Bieber tactfully lifted the old man forward to help him land steadily.

When the old man turned his head, Bieber recognized the visitor immediately. This was Father March from the church in a nearby town. He was kind and generous, always willing to help them, so they These farmers also respected the old priest very much.

"Father, what happened?" Bieber asked modestly.

Father March got off his horse and walked to his yard with the support of Bieber. He made a religious gesture, and then he took a breath before speaking to him.

"It's nothing serious, my son. It's just that there's a letter for you from Wangcheng. I'm afraid you can't read, so I rode a horse to read it for you." He took out a letter from his packet and said.

"Thank you so much, Father! Can I ask who sent it?" Bieber said gratefully, his old father hastily moved out a cleaner little bench from the house for Father March to sit on, and his mother I also went to the house to pour a cup of hot water, and the family got busy. In front of a kind man like Father March, such busyness should be done.

"Let's see, oh! It's Mikochi! A letter from Mikochi's kid! God bless you! It seems that he is doing well and can write letters!" Father March took out his small glasses Looking carefully at the signature on the letter, he was surprised and happy, and made another religious gesture and said to Biber.

"Ah?! Mikochi! Didn't he escape last year? I didn't expect him to go to Wangcheng!" Bieber was also very happy with the life of his old friend.

"Let me read it, um...: Dear Bieber, you must be surprised to read this letter, I am doing well, I met a kind gentleman, I am now a factory worker, but I I am always worried about your situation, so I sent back this letter and five silver coins to help you through this cold winter."

After reading this, Father March flipped through the envelope again, and sure enough, five beautiful and delicate silver coins came out.

"Here! Miguchi must have made a fortune! What a good brother, when I have the money, I will definitely return it to him!" Bieber said happily and moved as he took the silver coin.

"By the way, I won't work in the factory soon. I'm going to the army as a low-level officer. I plan to come back to see you before entering the army. Please prepare with my uncles and aunts. Your friend: Allie Kesai Mikoki." Father March pushed up his glasses and read the second half.

"Look, father! Mikochi is so promising! He's going to be an officer! When he becomes an officer, let's see if that landowner dares to bully us!" Bieber stood up and said happily with a grin.

"To prepare, I will go to the town to buy some meat and some vegetables, and prepare something to meet him. You see, when I was a child, I treated Miguchi as my second son. Now that he is well-developed, I really think of him. I became the second father." The old man also became proud, and even his back seemed to be straight.

"I won't disturb your happy time. There is still a letter to deliver." Father March smiled, turned around slowly, and was about to walk out of the yard.

"Father, I will send you off! I am so grateful for the good news!" Bieber helped the priest to get on the horse, full of gratitude.

"I'm going to the house of the boy named Lal, do you know where his house is?" Father March asked with his head down.

"What about the priest? That kid also wrote?" Bieber asked Father March, leading the horse.

"Looking at the envelope, it seems that it was sent by a nobleman, but I don't know how that kid Lal got involved with the nobleman." Father March took out the letter and looked at it, and said doubtfully.

"I heard that Earl Karashov recently found his illegitimate son? He plans to let him inherit the family property?" A middle-aged nobleman in gorgeous clothes asked in a low voice to the fat nobleman beside him.

"Where did you hear the rumors, illegitimate child? Hmph, I don't even think about Countess Karashov's family status. Just an illegitimate child can inherit the title and family property of Countess Karashov?" The fat nobleman wiped the corner of his mouth. , wiped his hands with the tablecloth from the banquet, and said disdainfully to the middle-aged nobleman.

(When you think I can be a pigeon, I am not a pigeon, but I am also a pigeon.)

17 nobles

"What if Count Karashov insists?" The middle-aged nobleman inserted a piece of honey cake and stuffed it into his mouth.

"I said, Viscount Yanjika." The fat nobleman still looked indifferent.

"Countess Karashov's natal family is from the Duke of Dorot's family. If Countess Karashov had not been the chief general of His Majesty Ivan, the Countess would probably have married into the royal family." The fat nobleman replied .

"Then what will happen to the illegitimate child? Earl Alama?" Viscount Yankika continued to ask.

"It's up to you to deal with it." Count Alama thought for a moment, then forked a large piece of meat from the roast goose and replied.

"Count Karashov won't live long. I'm afraid, hmph, he won't be able to survive this winter. Several children under him died early again, leaving only the countess's daughter. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that, the countess I desperately want that huge family property, anyone who stands in front of this woman will be mercilessly torn to pieces by her." Earl Alama said with a sneer and disdain.

"This illegitimate son, if he can enter the gate of the royal city, I will count him as a lucky man." Earl Alama added.

"Oh, what a pity, Count Karashov has fought for his country for many years, but he didn't expect to end up like this in the end." Viscount Yankika shrugged.

"That's right, if it weren't for Count Karashov, the western provinces wouldn't be so stable, and the Ropotia region wouldn't have fallen into our hands. You know, that country was the capital of several conquests by His Majesty Alexei back then. There is no country that has been conquered, and to be honest, it is too inappropriate to give Mr. Karashov only the title of earl." Earl Alama replied.

"Oh! Alama, Yankeka, I'm so glad to meet you! Why, you also came to the banquet of His Highness Alexander?" A short nobleman with a big beard wore a traditional floral dress of the nobleman and held the ceremony. Cups came towards them, Earl Alama and Viscount Yankika also raised their glasses from the table to salute each other, and the three of them talked and laughed when they met.

"Isn't that right? His Highness Alexander just came back from the front line. His Highness attaches great importance to it. How could we not come to the banquet? Why? I see that Viscount Slovakia doesn't look very good. What happened?" Earl Alama smiled. Asked.

"Damn! Needless to say, it's just those shitty things. I said, those businessmen and officials are becoming more and more disobedient, and they are even more disobedient, and they are still opening factories. Look, I No one went to the handicraft workshops! This year, the fiefdom is in trouble again, and the gang of untouchables can’t squeeze out money no matter how hard they are squeezed. How can I support my big family! Knights, family members, my subjects, look Look, they are all waiting for my money! A group of guys who regard money as their life!" The Slovak Viscount cursed angrily.

"I think Mr. Slovakia is right. Those businessmen and officials should be rectified. Some of them may be richer than us. In my opinion, they should rob their homes and take their factories. Take them all!" said Viscount Yankika, shaking his fist fiercely.

"The decision of the lords and nobles to increase the tax rate was also proposed by Victor? Huh! A group of commoners, they want to turn the world upside down! Without us lords, wouldn't the country depend on them to govern!" Earl Alama also scolded stand up.

"It's up to them! Huh, they will definitely mess up the country! Only we nobles know how to govern the country. In my opinion, we should propose to His Royal Highness Alexander to drive out all officials without titles!" said the Viscount Slovakia.

"His Royal Highness Alexander's position, I don't think he can agree." Count Alama shook his head.

"I'm talking about a few, what are you discussing? So intense?" Several nobles dressed as jazz also came over, and more and more people gathered. Basically, the nobles of the entire capital came to this banquet. , all smart nobles must keep pace at all times and be ready to follow up at any time.

"Everyone! Let me say, I suggest, and propose to His Royal Highness Alexander, that those officials and businessmen must not be spared lightly. These shameless things, the son wants to vote to raise taxes on his parents, is it plausible! It's just Yongda The funniest joke in the history of the Lim Kingdom!" Count Alama saw more and more people, and he drank a lot of wine, so he stood on the chair beside him in a fever, smashed the glass wine glass and shouted to the nobles arrive.

"Yes! Yes! I agree! It's best to bring the factory they opened together. Look, no one has come to my weapons workshop!" A bearded jazz also raised his hand and cursed.

"In my opinion, it's time to replace these officials. These officials are richer than me. Last week I planned to go to Orion to collect a big white fox fur, but a businessman took the lead. Look at it The businessman actually has so much money, let Orion sell it to him at the risk of liquidated damages!" said a vain knight who was dressed very gorgeously

"Hey! The army is full of these bastard bastards! They messed up the well-organized army that our nobles used to manage! You don't know, I went to the barracks of some merchant bastards, huh, there is no army at all It looks like a few brats are playing cards with soldiers, these brats probably don’t even know how to drink coffee!”

"Hahahahahaha!"

All the nobles laughed out loud. This was a joke in the noble circle of the Yongdalim Kingdom. Businessmen and officials would add sugar to their coffee, which was often ridiculed by the nobles who liked to drink bitter coffee as a woman's style.

"I say! Oleg and Shivanov, these two people must quickly get off their horses, or let them hand over their military power and transfer them, and they must not be allowed to hold heavy soldiers anymore!" An old knight wiped his white hair beard proposed to

"Yes, there is also Ben Shamin. He must also be dismissed. How can such a position as a general be held by these people without titles!" Another old gentleman said.

"I really don't know what happened, how do they work? There are three important general positions for them." The Viscount Slovakia sighed.

"Your Majesty is considering granting them several titles." Earl Alama said casually, and everyone nodded their heads. This is for sure. It's better to win them over than kick them out.

"Where can it be distributed? Let me tell you, it can't be distributed in the royal city. The land here is all distributed. I think it's better to distribute one to the western provinces, one to the north, and let him go to the western principality for the remaining one." Let's go through that area!" Youwei, who seemed to be a very knowledgeable old nobleman, also said.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey! Why is it allocated to us in the north? We don't have any extra space in the north. I think you should find a way to even it out. Otherwise, the anger of the Earl of Windsor is not so easy to appease." The noble with a northern face said dissatisfied.

"I don't think it can be allocated to our west. There are not many good lands here, and it has to withstand the tide of monsters. If it is allocated to us and occupies the position of an earl or viscount, the nobles of our western provinces will never agree. Yes, you have to think about it carefully, the Earl of Windsor is terrible, and Grand Duke Nicholas is not a vegetarian!" A nobleman with a scar on his face stood up and retorted.

"Why is there a quarrel in this kind of place?! I said, isn't there a way to find land!" Earl Alama said in a suppressed voice.

"In my opinion, we might as well follow the example of the previous dynasty and take back those farmers who have a little land, and then distribute it to these three people. ?” Earl Alama suggested.

"Yes, all good gentlemen. I think it's time to take back the land in the hands of the farmers. The previous dynasty, and earlier, didn't give these farmers land. Aren't they doing well? Now it's time to take it back Let them plow their own land, a group of ignorant things will not produce crops!"

"Last night, the Grand Knights raided Victor's house. Do you know about it?" A jazz asked everyone mysteriously.

"I heard, I heard, those businessmen and officials got together last night, a group of guys with no background, want to imitate us and run a salon?" An arrogant jazz said after taking a big sip of wine.

"No, that's not exactly the case. I heard that these guys were planning something, but fortunately they were discovered by the vigilant knights."

"What? These guys still want to turn the world upside down?" A nobleman asked with a helpless gesture.

"It's not Oleg who backs them up. I think it's not too late, but as soon as possible, at least faster than them!"

"Your Majesty said yesterday that he would take refugees into the army, what do you think?" Earl Alama asked