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"Yes, yes, I understand, sir. Let me arrange a place for you to rest first?"

Daimon planned to secretly arrange for other companions to help him when he turned around.

At the same time, he also began to worry about how his shabby place could possibly have anything that could entertain a nobleman.

Yu Le waved his hand and laughed:

"Nothing too complicated, just clean and quiet is fine. I don't need anyone to accompany me, I'm used to being alone."

"Yes, yes. I'll get ready right away."

He breathed a sigh of relief at the gate, then left with a worried look on his face.

Yule, on the other hand, once again ushered in a brief period of stability.

He definitely can't go to Numenor, otherwise he'll be exposed immediately.

But he couldn't not go, otherwise the gatekeeper would definitely be suspicious.

This is truly a dilemma...

Yu Le can only hope that the guy called Tin Can will slow down.

It would be best to leave empty-handed, so that I could use that as an excuse to stay here and buy myself more time to think and plan.

but...

Yu Le looked up at the darkening sky above him with a mixture of joy and sorrow.

But in the end, where should I go from here?

How can a person who is completely unfamiliar with the place and whose identity is a fake primitive survive in this godforsaken place?

Yu Le tried many methods, but found that none of them were very feasible.

Ultimately, it's because he's too unfamiliar with this place.

It's fair to say they know almost nothing!

How can you plan your future when you're completely in the dark?

Therefore, we must acquire knowledge as soon as possible?

Yu Le, who was thinking this way, suddenly received the message from the gate.

Excited sounds rang out from outside the door:

"Sir, Tin Can is back, and with the heads of those who offended you! Come out and see if it's them!"

Daimon was really happy. None of the companions he had secretly sent out to help had returned yet, but Tin Can had come back on its own!

It worked!

Although he had asked Yu Le to come out and check, he was already certain that it was these guys, since he trusted the tin can.

In contrast to the exciting gate is a sullen, yet unexpressed, kind of merriment.

Yu Le stepped out of the room and saw the tin can carrying several heads and walking in with its head held high.

The faces of those savages were filled with despair and shock.

They probably knew before they died that they had actually captured a 'great nobleman'.

But compared to these, Yu Le only felt sorrow and indignation.

How can you be so useless?

Why couldn't you run a little longer and buy me some time?

The man in the iron can put down the heads, first kneeling down, then realizing what was happening, he hurriedly prostrated himself on the ground and said:

"Sir, I've brought back the offenders. They're all here, not one missing!"

Looking at those barbarians who died with their eyes wide open, Yu Le couldn't laugh at all.

Because he felt that once he was exposed, he would probably have to stand in line with them...

One problem after another, they really won't give me a single moment more!

How come this run-down place is full of hidden talents?

Chapter 15 Impossible!

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward.

Because Yule suddenly fell silent.

The silence surprised both the gate and the tin can.

Could it not be this group of people?

This idea caused both of their expressions to change instantly.

Fortunately, the next moment, Yu Le covered his nose and said:

"It's them, but don't keep them in front of me. It's really an eyesore. Okay, you did a good job. Let's talk about it tomorrow. I'm too tired. I want to rest first."

After saying this, Yu Le turned around and went back into the house.

He said he was too tired and needed to rest, thus giving himself a night to rest.

He needs to quickly come up with a suitable solution.

It was at this moment that the gatekeeper hurriedly said:

"Sir, have we brought you some food?"

The voice sounded a little uneasy.

Yu Le, without turning his head, subconsciously said:

Do you think I can eat it?

I'm busy thinking about my escape route right now, how could I possibly be in the mood to eat?

However, when Daimon heard these words, they were interpreted as, "How could I possibly eat your stuff?"

This put the gatekeeper at ease.

He was genuinely afraid that he would have to prepare food for Yu Le, but he couldn't come up with anything that would be palatable to her.

After all, how could such important figures possibly eat their food?

In their eyes, even a fist-sized, foul-smelling mutant cockroach is a delicacy. But if you dare to present such a thing to a noble person, you might be dragged away and whipped on the spot!

No, his head might just explode on the spot!

So that's fine, that's fine.

However, Yu Le regretted it soon after he left the gate.

Because he hadn't eaten anything decent for days.

During the day, we went through such a thrilling 'life-or-death situation'.

He's really going crazy with hunger right now.

But the words had already been spoken, how could the nobles go back on their word?

If I can even go back on my word about this, how can they believe that I won't 'go back on my word' and silence them for the sake of so-called face?

This is unlikely, but Yule has no room for error.

He only had one noble identity that seemed secure, but could be exposed at any moment.

So, I had no choice but to put up with it...

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As dusk settled in.

Before dawn.

A six-legged vehicle from the outskirts of Numenor drove toward settlement 386.

Soon, the residents of the settlement on lookout duty spotted the six-legged vehicle bearing the tax collection sign.

His expression changed, and he hurriedly opened the tightly closed doors and walls and called someone to notify the front door.

When the gatekeeper rushed to the entrance.

The somewhat old but sturdy six-legged vehicle stopped right in front of settlement number 386.

Then, the cabin door opened, and three arrogant-looking men, shorter than the men at the door, stepped out.

One person was in front, and two others with guns were behind.

The leader had a brass badge on his chest and was holding a paper file.

Upon seeing the other party, the gatekeeper smiled obsequiously and said:

"I didn't expect it to be you. Didn't the tax collector come?"

The other person frowned slightly as they looked at the group of third-rate people in front of them.

He then said arrogantly:

"It's just collecting taxes, I can handle it. What, does such a small matter require the tax collector to come in person? Do you think a bastard with less than five percent purity is worthy of meeting nobles?"

The gatekeeper hurriedly echoed:

"Yes, yes, I'm not worthy, I'm not worthy."

But a sense of pride welled up inside me.

Although I am a bastard, I have seen nobles that even the tax collector probably has never seen!

No, I have served such nobles!

If we're really going to talk about it, what do you have to compare with me?

The flattery at the gate made the man very satisfied.

He was just a clerk, and his identity was nothing more than a crude dreg with less than 15% purity.

This level of purity doesn't even qualify one to properly enter the slave community.

Even so, it was still enough for him to act arrogantly and domineeringly in this place.

Because his genetic purity exceeded 10%, reaching 13%.

It is a height that this group of waste, which accounts for less than five percent, can never reach. He is closer to the glory of humanity than the garbage here!

At the same time, this also means that he can do the work that these people can never do!

For example, documents for the tax collector!

In this way, he could get along with even those close relatives living in the slave-noir in a respectable manner.

After all, the person standing behind him is the tax collector, a nobleman!

Furthermore, if he does well, he will be able to fulfill the promise made by the tax collector: to find him a close female relative whose genetic purity exceeds 17%.

In this way, his children may very well transcend the crude and become more noble neighbors, truly residing within the slaves of Nor!

As for gene purification drugs and such, well, that's not something someone like him can even think about.

His greatest dream was to marry a beautiful lady and have a more noble offspring.

The thought that if he succeeded today, he could pin a noble lady beneath him made his breathing heavy.

He also had mistresses, but they were all uncouth or even filthy people, and their appearance was only passable, not comparable to his close friends at all!

In particular, his status allowed him to come into contact with many close people and even nobles.

Therefore, he became increasingly intolerant of women of the same type.

We have to keep the lights off at night! And we have absolutely no interest in anything during the day!

He'd had enough of this miserable life, so he was determined to do his best to fulfill the tax collector's orders today!

"So, how's your tax preparation going?"

The clerk looked at the gate with immense joy.

It was as if he could already see his bright future and his beautiful and noble wife.