My name is Ren

Chapter 592 Chapter [-] Rigidity and prejudice are difficult tenants, they live in everyone's heart unreasonably
The Duke of Graybeard reached out and twirled his thin gray beard. Graybeard was his nickname, and also his most proud nickname, because of his beard.His beard was longer, sturdier, and shinier than any of his kin.He loves his beard more than the gold in his pocket, and if given a choice between his beard and his wealth, he would choose his beard without hesitation.

He sat upright on the armchair, crossed his legs, twirled his beard, and the tail protruding from the back of the chair slapped the ground because of his good mood at the moment.He threw the letter in his hand on the table casually, and His Majesty the Emperor told him in the letter that he agreed to his request, but there was a prerequisite, that is, to obtain enough military exploits.Otherwise, he would not be able to change a larger fief for the Rat Clan, because that would be against the rules and would cause hostility, even hatred, from other people, and would also cause huge troubles for the royal family.

The Duke of Greybeard is naturally aware of this point. Everyone hopes to have a larger fiefdom and more resources, but the territory of the empire is so large, and the better places have long been occupied by people, leaving only a few resources Poor, impoverished areas with no specialties.But even so, there are still many people watching.Changing the fiefdom was just a whim on his mind. He didn't expect His Majesty the Emperor to approve and agree. This was a complete surprise to him.

The reason for changing the fief is also because there are too many clansmen in the fief now, too many to be crowded.Some capable Rat Clan left here, and the rest are young people with no skills. Perhaps this has something to do with the nature of the Rat Clan, they always like to get something for nothing.The territory of the Rat Clan and the Lion Clan are connected together. Many Rat Clan people often sneak into the Lion Clan's territory to poach.

The Lion Clan didn't dare to embarrass the Rat Clan too much, because the population of the Rat Clan was so huge that even the Lion Clan was a little scared.Similarly, the Rats did not dare to offend the Lions too much. It was a powerful race, and an adult Lion could easily kill several Rats.

The two sides hate and hate each other, but maintain a relatively restrained attitude. They are very annoying to each other, and it is also a good thing to be able to change territories.

As for the 50 fighters His Majesty said, Gray Beard didn't care about that at all. Let alone [-], he could make up [-]. Rats were the most numerous in the Rat Clan.Gray Beard didn't think much about it. Every race had to contribute its own strength in this war. The first batch of soldiers who landed across the sea were all fighters from other races. This time it was just his turn, and He still has his purpose.

He lazily got up from the chair and stretched his waist. The rat people are not tall, only 1.4 meters to 1.5 meters.Their feet are short, but their calves are very long, and they press down on the ground with their feet, like a pair of long feet.The long tail is as thick as an arm, longer than their height, and swings behind them to maintain their center of gravity.The short stature and special physiological structure of the rat people doomed them not to use heavy weapons. They used short swords and bows and arrows, and they were relatively flexible.

Of course, their tails cannot be forgotten.When every Ratman is an adult—that is, after the age of 12, they will find something they like to wrap around the end of their tail, like a hammer.When fighting, their tails can sometimes play an unexpected role.The golden hammer inlaid with six precious stones was wrapped around the gray beard's tail, which was of little practical use, mainly to set off his identity and status.

Walking out of the house with a sterling silver staff of civilization, he stood on the street and blew a whistle, and the surrounding rat people who were lying on the ground or strolling slowly surrounded him immediately.Graybeard looked at these tribesmen with a smile, with some contempt and disdain in his eyes. The longest beards on those people's mouths were not as long as his shortest beard, and they were not shiny, dry and even forked.

Facing the inquisitive inquiries, the Duke of Graybeard coughed lightly, but he didn't get a satisfactory result. The group of guys still chirped and asked questions they cared about.

Take the unemployment rate, for example.

According to incomplete statistics, only two out of every ten Rat tribesmen have jobs, and the other eight Rat tribesmen are all unemployed. Sleeping or chatting on the street, they don't have a job.

"Shut up!" The gray bearded Duke's beard trembled in anger, his small round eyes widened, not scary at all.The group of rats was quiet for a moment, but within ten seconds, with the cry of a mouseman, the scene became a mess again.

"Damn it, can't you hear me telling you to shut up? Are you satisfied if I call soldiers?"

The angry Duke with gray beard finally calmed down the group of rats completely, and then he nodded in satisfaction, twirled his long beard and said: "I have already discussed with His Majesty, and His Majesty agreed to replace us. There is a bigger place to live, but there is a prerequisite, that is, we must gain enough military exploits. This time we will land across the sea, and we Rat Clan will be the vanguard, and I will mobilize [-] soldiers to fight for a larger fief."

"Of course, this is also an opportunity, money, power, and more things. You spread this matter, understand? Anyone who is willing to go in three days can sign up, but there is one prerequisite, that is, be strong, And young. It’s fine for old men and children, um...women are also fine.”

After speaking, the Duke of Graybeard fled back to his house immediately.At this time, facing the home that I was very satisfied with, I felt dissatisfied for the first time.Looking at the old lion's castle next door, looking at the huge and luxurious tree houses of the black elves, and looking at his own living environment like the surrounding civilians, he slapped the cup to the ground.

Then he picked it up again, the wooden cup is not so easy to break, this is also one of the ways for him to vent.

As long as he can get enough military exploits and change to a larger fiefdom, then he will also build a huge castle for himself, with at least ten... no, twenty houses, and a garden.

By the way, there are also stables.

By the way, there is also a separate toilet.

The Duke of Gray Beard still didn't know what kind of shock his words had brought to the entire Rat Clan.

The Byron Empire is also the country with the most military achievements. After all, if so many races and human beings are not treated equally, it is very likely that the entire empire will fall apart. Therefore, in the Byron Empire, except for the patriarchs of various races, they will directly inherit the title of Marquis or Duke Besides, if anyone else wants to get a higher social status, then go to fight.

In the Rat Clan, apart from the parents, each family often has more than a dozen or twenty children, which is relatively small.A slightly wealthier Rat family often has forty or fifty offspring, or even more offspring.Except for a few of these descendants who can inherit the family business, the other children need to leave the family to find another way out after they reach adulthood.It's not that parents are unwilling to give their children more convenience and wealth, but that they can't afford it.

Rat people who left their families often have two choices. The first choice is to leave the territory of the rat clan and go to the outside city to work hard. Because people, including the orcs, have a stereotyped view, they will not get a good job and job right away. Work often starts from the bottom.Some Ratmen succeed, but most Ratmen spend their lives at the bottom.

The second option is to stay in the territory. Anyway, the lord, that is, the gray beard, can guarantee the minimum needs for their survival and will not let them starve to death.But if you want to get more, you need to face more brutal competitiveness. After all, the work in the rat tribe's territory is heavier than the work outside, and the salary is less.

Almost every family cheered when they learned that the Rat Clan was also on the draft list for this expedition.Except for those rat clansmen who can inherit the family business, almost all other rat clansmen intend to sign up.

As for the danger and death of fighting... that's not in their consideration.

This may be the innate advantage of orcs. They don't care about survival and death. They have genes that ignore life in their nature.

When Duke Graybeard was woken up early the next morning, his claws were numb. The streets were crowded with young Ratmen who had signed up. He had to ask His Majesty the Emperor if he could recruit more Ratmen. People go to war.

Of course, His Majesty's answer is also very simple, this batch is only 5 people, but the next batch can be more.

Happy to everyone!

In a forest less than a hundred kilometers away from the territory of the Ratmen, the Pope from the Orlando Imperial Church of Light was resting with his eyes closed.Templars and Knights Templar also maintain their armor and weapons.Since entering the Byron Empire, large and small battles have broken out hundreds of times.In addition to their active attack on the Shrine of the Goddess of Nature in Byron, there are also some orcs who actively attack them.

Desi people are not welcome here, just like people here are not welcome in Orlando Empire.

A white horse rushed into the forest quickly. The knight on the horseback reined in, and the white horse stopped neighing immediately. In this short moment, he dismounted and ran to the Pope's house. Kneeling down on one knee in front of him, "Your Majesty, the latest news is that Earl Wren has entered the hinterland of the Byron Empire with tens of thousands of soldiers. The current location is unknown, and the Lion Clan are trying their best to hunt them down."

The Pope opened his eyes. His eyes are very special, with three pupils in his right eye.He froze for a moment, then laughed out loud, raised his hand to ask the knight to get up, and then said softly, "I see, thank you for your hard work."

The knight pursed his lips excitedly, and shook his head vigorously, "This is what I should do, Your Majesty!"

(End of this chapter)