Successors of all mankind

Do you know what you are?

The clerk trembled as she raised her head, gazing up at the light emanating from the mirror-like surface.

"me..."

The document writer felt a little dizzy; the phrase "awe-inspiring" actually came up in a person!

“Pick him up, I want to ask him a few questions.”

Yule is trying to take the initiative into its own hands.

The men holding the document immediately lifted him up, and his two other subordinates were also taken into custody.

This is normal, but what surprised Yu Le was that the two guys' faces, which had been punched, had actually stopped bleeding on their own!

Although it's a small-diameter wound, it's still about the thickness of a thumb. And you stopped the bleeding so easily???

Yu Le had never studied medicine, but he knew that this speed was definitely abnormal.

As expected... we just look alike.

Yu Le, whose eyebrows twitched, forcibly shifted her gaze to Wen Shu's face.

"So, do you know what the consequences of doing this are?"

Upon hearing this, Wen Shu almost collapsed.

Everything he has comes from the nobility, and offending the nobility is no longer a simple matter of offense.

A pet dog that bites is more deserving of death than a stray dog!

His only hope was that he must be wrong, and that this person was indeed not a nobleman.

Based on his experience and what he had seen and heard, nobles of this caliber should be extremely, extremely, extremely good-looking!

That is a higher species that is literally close to humans!

Although the possibility was so low that he himself didn't even have any hope of it.

"You...you...since you say you're from a noble family, what is your family lineage? And what's your name?"

Yu Le's heart tightened. Damn it, they're asking about my background!

He traveled to a future-like world, not ancient times.

Where can he come up with a background that fits the current situation and won't be exposed?

So, after a moment of stunned silence, Yu Le laughed in exasperation and said:

"Smash his mouth! That's not the answer I want!"

He couldn't answer, at least not until he figured out the situation regarding surnames in this area.

Otherwise, if the noble group has a particularly unusual name like the main gate group, he would be exposed as soon as he opened his mouth!

This time, Da Men hesitated for a moment, because compared to his two subordinates...

The clerk was a proper nobleman.

But after only a moment's hesitation, he slapped the other person so hard that he knocked out several of their front teeth.

The face that was slapped swelled up at a visible speed.

Unlike the previous two guys, I didn't treat them the same way, but not because I was afraid of Wen Shu's identity. Since I had already done it, I couldn't be timid.

This is a principle that everyone understands.

He only remembered that important people were supposed to ask questions, but if it was really smashed, how could they ask questions?

It was this slap that made Wenshu wet himself.

That feeling, that tone, there's no mistake!

Only true noblemen would do that!

Oh no, oh no, I've really offended a powerful noble family!

The complete collapse of her psychological defenses caused Wen Shu to lose all will to resist.

He cried out:

"Please spare me! Please have mercy! I am a subordinate of Lord Truman, the tax collector. Please spare my life for his sake!"

He didn't care about anything else and directly brought out his only backer.

Although he knew that even though they were both nobles, Lord Truman, whom he relied on, could not compare to this one.

"Trumman? Which one?"

Upon finally hearing Yu Le's proper name, he hurriedly asked for her surname.

In order to confirm what exactly is going on with the noble surnames in this world?

"Trumman Barkley! It's an adult from the Barkley family!"

Yu Le's eyes lit up.

The nobleman's name was not significantly different from his perception.

Now, there's no need to worry about giving yourself away as soon as you open your mouth.

Although they still couldn't fabricate a specific origin, they could at least claim that they came from elsewhere.

Having finally found a source of useful knowledge for enjoyment, he spoke calmly:

"Never heard of it."

The other party should be a minor nobleman, and the lackeys of a major nobleman should be minor noblemen, not people from the lower class.

Because they are of noble birth, they must continue to be arrogant.

The effect is also outstanding.

The document was so frightening that the writer fainted.

Even the Barkley family couldn't tolerate such a noble person!

Chapter 20 Who do you think I am?

Yu Le stared at the unconscious Wen Shu on the ground and remained silent for a few seconds.

To be honest, he really wanted to just pass out like that.

If you faint, you won't have to think anymore; if you faint, you won't have to face these messy things.

But he couldn't. He was the only one standing in the room—literally, and in a sense.

“Wake him up,” Yu Le said, his tone carrying a hint of impatience and irritability that he himself didn’t realize. “I have more questions to ask.”

The gatekeeper hesitated for a moment: "Sir, perhaps...we should lock him up first? You seem a little tired..."

The gatekeeper remembered that Yu Le didn't eat much, after all, in this run-down place, there was no food that even nobles could stomach.

Yu Le wanted to say "okay," but swallowed the words back.

He couldn't rest; this document belonged to the tax collector. The tax collector was named Truman Buckley, a nobleman who oversaw the tax collection of many settlements.

If the correspondence doesn't get a reply for a long time, will Barkley send someone to investigate? Or will he simply bring his own people over?

At that point, he might not only be facing Barkley, since the people sent to collect taxes have disappeared without a trace, and it's quite possible that they'll be suspected of causing a major uproar by the common people.

The most crucial thing is that he knows nothing.

In this godforsaken place, not knowing was a capital offense for him.

Thinking about it that way, Yu Le couldn't help but laugh.

Why should an ordinary person like me have to face these things that could lead to my death if I'm not careful?

I should stay at home, curled up in front of the computer, drinking cola, eating potato chips, and living a decadent but peaceful life.

Instead of playing a life-or-death game in a hellish place where you don't even know if it's a wasteland or even Terra!

After rubbing the corners of his eyes, Yu Le repeated:

"I said, wake him up!"

The gatekeeper dared not argue any further and simply splashed a ladle of cold water on him, waking the clerk up.

Upon waking, Wenshu stared blankly at the person in front of him. Seeing that Yule was really there, he realized he wasn't dreaming.

Then they hurriedly cried and begged for mercy.

"My lord, my lord, please spare me! I really didn't mean to offend you. I just... I just had a brain fart. You can cut off my tongue, you can cut off my hands, I just beg you to spare me!"

As long as he can survive, even without a tongue or limbs, he will still be a rough man and still have the wealth he has accumulated.

There's always something to look forward to.

If you die, you'll lose everything!

Looking at the endless pleading letters, Yu Le really wanted to just pry everything he knew out of him.

Unfortunately, this is fundamentally impossible.

Because Yu Le plays the role of a nobleman, not a time traveler.

His words and actions may exceed the understanding of the elders due to the great difference in social status, but they cannot be so outrageous as to be completely ignorant.

Therefore, he couldn't just pry things out of the clerk like he was interrogating him.

After all, he couldn't just kill the other party afterward to prevent future trouble.

This wasn't because of a soft heart. Yu Le genuinely felt sorry for him. Wen Shu and he weren't as diametrically opposed as the barbarians of the past, but Yu Le didn't have the right to be merciful.

Instead, it's more realistic—what will happen to the tax authorities if he dies?

What if he thinks that the lowly people are evading taxes and rebelling, and starts plowing the fields from afar without even asking any questions?

This seems quite plausible, given that entertainment can be used to understand the class divide in the world.

Otherwise, he could have sent them away and interrogated them alone, then killed them.

Therefore, the clerk must go back and let the slave Nor know that there is a great nobleman here.

Settlement 386 did not experience tax evasion or rebellion, but rather some minor friction among the nobles.

Now it's obvious what I need to do!

I want to pry out as much information as possible without any problems, and then send the document back.

And by using him, they got the tax collector to come over on his own, instead of bringing other nobles, which would only increase the uncertainty!

But how do I do it?

Yu Le was in a real bind again; he was hungry, sleepy, and exhausted.

Moreover, he is just an ordinary person, not a novel protagonist. He cannot be perfect in every aspect, nor can he be so intelligent as to be almost supernatural.

Fortunately, he quickly recalled a question. He then asked the door:

What were you arguing about just now?

The man at the gate said in a panic:

"Yes, he thinks there's a problem with the device you fixed."

The clerk was so frightened by those words that he felt another urge to urinate.

Just as he was about to explain, someone behind him grabbed his lower back, silencing any possibility of him speaking with excruciating pain.

The bottom layer is mud, it's the lowly people, but they're not fools.

They also have their own calculations and their own cleverness.

If you disturb someone important, the blame will definitely fall entirely on the clerk.

Another thing is that the document's performance made them realize that something seemed very wrong!

If the taxes are enough, that's fine. It's also a good thing that the machine is happy. Why do we have to keep harping on it?

Without needing to communicate, a few glances were enough for them to know what each other should do.

He glanced at Wenshu, whose lower back was almost crushed and who couldn't say a word.

After gritting his teeth, Daimon decided to place all his hopes on the fact that Yule still remembered their kindness!