Douluo, my clone Groudon

Chapter 114 The Proud Fourth Prince

"Yes, yes, thank you for your forgiveness, sir."

The shopkeeper's head was as hard as garlic, his forehead resting on the bluestone slab, his shiny forehead was covered with dust, and the fat on the back of his neck trembled as he kowtowed.

The humble appearance caused a burst of laughter, and everyone's attention was unconsciously diverted.

Gula thought to himself that it was bad and he had used too much force, but it should be harmless and he could still get away with it.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way, everyone!"

The sound of hurried footsteps came from the end of the long street. Behind Flanders, the shadow of a purple owl appeared and disappeared, its feet tapping lightly on the eaves.

Since he couldn't fly high in Tiandou City, he flew close to the ground, speeding all the way and arriving at Zhuque Street in time.

When the charred plaque of Yongsheng Chamber of Commerce came into view, Flanders slipped and almost hit the charcoal-colored beams.

The remaining scent of agarwood mixed with the smell of burnt medicine residue rushed into his nostrils. Thinking of what Zhu Zhuqing said, Flanders' heart trembled violently. Looking at the detained disciple, his eyes were full of disappointment.

Such a huge loss, even if he sold all his wealth over the years, it might not be enough to compensate for the loss. Moreover, committing a crime on the eve of the Emperor Xue Ye's title ceremony would surely be an even greater crime.

"I am Flanders from Blue Tyrant Academy." He brushed off the dust from his sleeves, and seven spirit rings slowly rose from under his feet.

While transmitting a message to Gula, asking about the situation, he bowed to the officer and said, "My disciple is so naughty and has caused trouble for the general."

"I am willing to compensate for my disciple's losses. Please show some mercy, General."

Just as Gula was about to control the officer to agree, a noise was heard outside and the crowd automatically split into two groups.

"Wait!"

The young man, dressed in luxurious clothes, had a serious expression. When the crowd called him "Fourth Prince", the young man nodded calmly, showing his royal temperament.

Emperor Xue Ye broke through to become a Titled Douluo, and his previous sickly look of dying was gone. According to the lifespan of a Titled Douluo, it was not certain whether he or the other princes would die of old age first.

In this way, although Xue Beng could not inherit the throne, he did not have to continue pretending to be a playboy to save his life. After discussing with Prince Xuexing, with whom he had the best relationship, he decided to find an opportunity to wash away his past bad reputation.

"What's going on here?"

Xue Beng Danku acted very realistically and was well-known in Tiandou City. The officer knew him, so Gula could only control him to come forward and salute, and tell him what had happened.

After hearing the whole story, Xue Beng had an idea.

"Father has handed over the Tiandou Imperial Academy to the Crown Prince, and even if my uncle objects, it's useless. Now that Father is working hard to govern the country, I can't relax too much. I have to be careful of being plotted against."

"If we could conquer a civilian academy and use it as a talent pool, we could potentially fight the Crown Prince."

The Tiandou royal family advocates sharing happiness with the "people" and there are no protectors. In fact, unless they are strong people cultivated by themselves, their sense of belonging to the royal family is average.

Otherwise, Prince Xuexing would not have joined forces with the Fourth Prince Xuebeng in order to protect himself.

Xue Beng's mind turned, and he pretended to be embarrassed: "How could you be so careless to burn the birthday gift for the emperor's uncle?"

Flanders' heart skipped a beat. He had heard of the Fourth Prince Xue Beng's reputation as a playboy, and thought Xue Beng was going to take the opportunity to blackmail him.

Xue Beng had done this kind of thing before, but it was only done against soul masters who had defected to the prince.

"Your Highness, I was indeed careless, but I believe we should first investigate whether Yongsheng Chamber of Commerce is selling counterfeit medicine. If we find that they are, then my actions would be excusable. I am willing to compensate you for the birthday gift."

Flanders' heart was bleeding. If there was no other way, he could only ask his third sister for help, hoping to find a suitable apology.

"What Dean Fu said makes sense."

Xue Beng deliberately paused for a moment, and when everyone was surprised at the dandy's change of character, he changed the subject and said, "But after all, it is the emperor's uncle's birthday gift, so it is up to the emperor's uncle to decide." He couldn't directly say that he would conquer Lan Ba ​​Academy, so he prepared to play the good cop and the bad cop with Prince Xue Xing.

Flanders didn't know Xue Beng's sinister intentions, but he instinctively didn't want to deal with nobles, especially the prince who was known for his playboy attitude, which made him want to refuse.

But looking at the pitiful Ma Hongjun over there, Flanders really couldn't say no.

He gritted his teeth, pretending to be indifferent and said, "Your Highness, could you please say a few good words for me?"

Xue Beng noticed Flanders' dissatisfaction, but he didn't care. So what if he was a Soul Saint? Did he dare to attack him?

Seeing that the negotiations had reached a deadlock, Gula sighed secretly and it all depended on him.

When Xue Ye breaks through, all kinds of monsters and demons emerge. If I had known earlier, I would have left Emperor Xue Ye with some injuries.

There was no point in regretting, Gula moved his position and used hypnosis to control the avalanche.

Although Xue Beng is a prince, he has no means of saving his life. As soon as he was hit, his attitude suddenly changed.

"Dean Fu's deep bond between master and disciple is truly moving. In that case, I, the prince, will make the decision. If you compensate for all losses, I will forgive him."

The way of dealing with the avalanche was as simple and crude as Gula's hypnosis technique, but this was the logic of the empire. The nobles had corresponding privileges, not to mention he was a prince.

In a country where even slavery still exists, the so-called law is nothing more than a system that can be changed by the nobles with a few words.

Tang San rushed over and sighed beside Dai Mubai: "This prince is quite reasonable. Fatty is fine now."

Gula manipulated the three "actors" to continue acting and walked over to Tang San. "Xiao San, do you really think so?"

Tang San was stunned. "Is there something wrong? He did show some mercy to Fatty. Otherwise, people nearby would say that arsonists could be sentenced to death."

"Haha."

Gula smiled and shook her head, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"A naive idea. First of all, the prince was hypnotized by me, so he pardoned the fat man. Otherwise, he has nothing to do with us, so why would he help?"

Tang San's face changed and he turned to look at the people around him.

"Don't worry, they can't hear you."

Gula continued, "Secondly, the prince can pardon a death sentence with just a word. If you offend them, how can you survive?"

"Are you hoping for their mercy or a change of heart?"

"Fair laws are the face of a nation. If they can't even achieve this, it means personal connections are the norm. Over time, the aristocracy will indulge in pleasure and lose their ambition, and the system will inevitably decay."

"For example, do you think that if there were no Spirit Hall, we in the Holy Spirit Village would be able to awaken our spirits? Would we be able to receive Spirit Master subsidies? Would the nobles care whether a group of commoners could practice?"

"Given Uncle Tang's personality, the most likely scenario is that you'll be a blacksmith in Holy Soul Village for the rest of your life."

Tang San's expression changed again and again, remembering the change in Tang Hao's attitude before and after he awakened his martial spirit, he clenched his fists, "I thought it was too simple."

"Don't blame yourself. The aristocracy is the largest interest group in the world. Your thoughts will unconsciously lean towards them out of envy and yearning, and eventually become one of them."

"But I hope you remember that after you have achieved success in your cultivation, don't forget the days when you didn't have enough to eat in Holy Soul Village."

"Fame, fortune and status are but fleeting clouds, so remember your original intention."

(End of this chapter)