Successors of all mankind

Yu Le's gaze fell on the last compressed cookie.

So, there's only one way left.

Before going to Slumdogor, he must understand the rules of this world as much as possible:

The etiquette of the nobility, the way of speaking, common sense, and the languages ​​he didn't recognize at all.

He wanted to make himself look like a true nobleman—at least when necessary!

So tomorrow’s meeting with Barkley is crucial!

It's difficult, but it's the best option.

After all, compared to the wilderness where you could easily die without paying attention, I have at least gained some initial experience and understanding on this road.

Yu Le picked up the last cookie and took a bite.

Dry and tasteless, but it can fill your stomach.

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Truman came quickly to settle the tax bill.

It was faster than Yule had anticipated.

He had thought the guy wouldn't arrive until at least tomorrow.

Then, just that afternoon, several six-legged wagons from Numenor drove up.

Although the models are the same, the six-legged cars that came this time were noticeably newer than the ones that Wenshu and the others drove this morning.

The one in the very center, in particular, was decorated in an extremely extravagant manner.

While the other six-legged vehicles were all painted in neat black, this one was bright silver and inlaid with a lot of gold wire as decoration.

And it's clearly a size bigger!

It stands out immediately at first glance.

Previously, this was the tax collector's favorite vehicle.

When he first took office as tax collector, his favorite thing to do was to sit in this car and go out to enjoy the worship and admiration of the common people.

Only then could he feel what he couldn't feel inside the slaves of Nor.

He has no title whatsoever; in the hierarchy and circles of the elite, he is nothing at all!

Therefore, he simply moved out of the circle that the common people had always envied.

Standing out from the crowd of slaves, Norl!

It's better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix—that's the essence of it!

I have to say, it's really exhilarating to be attacked from a level that doesn't belong to you!

But now, that exhilarating feeling seems to be coming to an end.

Looking at Settlement 386 getting closer and closer.

Truman swallowed non-existent saliva with difficulty, trying to moisten his dry throat.

Yu Le, who had heard the news from the gate, also tried to remain calm and sat upright in the broken chair.

He subconsciously wanted to get up and leave.

But he immediately forced her to sit back down.

He simply said to the gate in a calm tone:

“Very good, he knows what’s good for him. He’s coming to see me, and I’ll wait for him here.”

No, I can't move. I am a nobleman, and I have no reason to personally meet a minor nobleman.

Even though I am in a very difficult situation right now!

He hesitated for a moment, the lingering pressure of the tax collection season making him look somewhat flustered at the dilapidated house, and said:

"My lord, shall we invite the tax collector to this place? This kind of place... is it perhaps not suitable for receiving nobles?"

Yu Le stared blankly at the main gate:

"I'm right here, why can't he come?"

Realizing he had said the wrong thing, Da Men never dared to say anything more.

"Yes, my mistake, sir. I will go and inform the tax collector right away."

When the gate arrived at the entrance of the settlement.

As the tax collector approached, Truman, surrounded by a large number of armed guards, walked to the door.

Upon seeing the tax collection deadline, everyone in Settlement 386 knelt on the ground in fear.

Unlike clerks, these are true nobles!

After looking around, Truman was about to ask where Yule was when he saw the gatekeeper, who had just arrived, kneeling on the ground and saying:

"Lord Barkley, the nobleman says you must see him in person!"

The tax collector suddenly realized, "That makes sense. How could a nobleman possibly come to my door in person?"

Immediately, cold sweat broke out.

'I'm so arrogant, I've almost forgotten who I am...'

He always stood out from the crowd of slaves, like a crane among chickens.

So much so that she had subconsciously assumed that even the nobles, whose status was above hers, would wait for her just like the commoners...

But because of this, even before they met, he reverted to the 'state' he was in before moving the slaves from Nor—cowardly, fearful, and self-conscious.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead without making a sound.

Truman asked:

"Where is this sir? Take me there quickly!"

He had to figure out whether Yu Le's presence here was an accident or if he had actually gotten himself into the power struggle at the top.

The door quickly pointed behind him:

"Your esteemed guest is right here. Please follow me."

Seeing that the gate pointed out the location of the entertainment venue and led the way, the tax collector lowered his head slightly and followed behind with his men.

The clever arrangement of the entertainment venue made the noble tax collector subconsciously lower his head before even seeing him.

Looking at the small house getting closer and closer.

My legs felt a little weak as the tax season came to a close.

This is absolutely an accident! If it were something the higher-ups were up to, his health wouldn't be able to withstand it!

Those few steps felt like an eternity to him.

Finally, the door led him outside the room.

What will happen then?

With a creak, the door opened.

Eager to finish the tax collection, yet filled with unspeakable fear, he pushed open the door and rushed inside.

He didn't want to suffer anymore; he wanted an answer right away!

So when he went inside, he saw a hazy figure in the shadows.

He immediately lowered his head and asked:

“My lord, I am Truman Buckley, a member of a collateral branch of the Barr family. I humbly request to inquire of your noble name and esteemed lineage!”

Knowing the other party's identity allows for a preliminary assessment.

No matter what, he was still a member of the nobility, and he could still hear some rumors about the slaves of Norne!

The idea of ​​concluding the tax collection process is good. But the reality is...

The hazy figure swayed, stepped out of the shadows, knelt on the ground, and said:

"Lord Barkley, the esteemed man has changed his mind at the last minute. He told me to wait for you here and to go see the Divine Strategist when you arrive!"

Truman looked up in surprise, while the tin can bowed its head humbly.

Chapter 24 As You Are As I Am

"Changed location? How could you change location?"

Yule's last-minute decision caught Truman off guard.

His newly mustered courage and barely clear thinking vanished with those words.

The tin can lowered its head even further: "Sir, I don't know. I'm just a lowly person; I do whatever you say."

This was Iron Can's own answer, but to the tax collector, it meant something completely different—you're just a lowly person, what I do is none of your business! Know your place!

Thus, even though what stood in front of him was just a metal can, and not Yule himself.

I instinctively shuddered as the tax collection season came to a close.

This feeling was all too familiar to him.

This is the oppression and suffocation he felt constantly while he was in slavery.

My father is like this, my mother is like this, my brother and sister... their whole family is like this!

He escaped, thinking he would finally no longer have to live in that suffocating atmosphere.

But now, Yu Le has taken him back.

In the place where he is most confident!

What's worse, that nobleman said he was waiting for him at the Divine Strategist's place!

Right next to that machine that was deliberately given a problem!

The breath of the tax bureau's closing ceremony almost stopped.

He couldn't remember how he got out of that dark, cramped little room.

By the time he realized what was happening, he was already being helped by his subordinates and standing outside the room where Shenji was.

The tracks and gears hummed and hummed.

The discussion of entertainment and taxation has come to a close, finally reaching a face-to-face meeting.

Yu Le placed his hand on the increasingly excited Shenji, then turned around and looked indifferently at the tax bureau that was rushing to close.

Just one glance.

The tax collector, who had just been standing respectfully in the hut asking questions, collapsed to the ground.

Oh no, I must have gotten caught in the collapse above. Otherwise, how could this have happened?

As soon as he fell, the guards who had come with him knelt down in fear.

Yu Le raised an eyebrow slightly.

He moved here simply because he felt he had too few trump cards and perhaps needed to rely on this "repaired" machine as evidence.

His situation seems advantageous, but in reality, one wrong step could lead to utter ruin. He has to play every card he can get.

Of course, recalling the time when the gatekeeper said that only the tax collector would come, he also felt that since he had initially gained the other party's trust, changing the location would be a good opportunity to give him a warning.

Unexpectedly, the results were surprisingly good.

So next, I need to take advantage of his lack of suspicion and try to extract as much information as possible to help me better disguise myself.

The first step is to find out what he's thinking.

"Is there anything you'd like to say?"

The sounds of music mixed with the hum of machinery came through, not loud, and not even very clear.

But for tax officials who are constantly on edge, it's crystal clear.

What to do? What to do?