Successors of all mankind

But what does a matter of face matter to those respected ladies and gentlemen?

All I care about is giving birth to more noble offspring.

Beauty, appearance, hats—these are all minor issues.

Perhaps it was precisely because this noble person's bloodline was so exceptional that it drove them even more insane...

Thinking about this, the tax collector felt a little... no, quite envious.

Their family has been unable to improve their bloodline, and has gradually declined.

His grandfather, the founder of the Barkley family, was not only distinguished by his remarkable achievements but also a benefactor with 27 percent genetic purity.

But his father only had 24%, a whole level below his grandfather.

When it came to him, he barely made it into the ranks of the nobility. He almost became a commoner, and as a result, he was never favored by his grandfather.

Of course, his entire generation is like that. Including his father...

The reason for all this is that no noble family of equal or even higher purity is willing to form an alliance with them through marriage.

If they still cannot find a young lady or lady willing to lower herself to marry him.

His descendants... no, the Barkley family is probably all doomed.

After asking a few more questions, Yu Le, who really wasn't in the mood for eating, simply said to send the food to his room.

Then they left.

He thought he might have won the contest of looking like a human, but it turned out he was actually Tang Sanzang without the monkey...

What is all this...?

After respectfully watching Yule leave.

It was late at night when Truman Barkley opened his eyes in bed, realizing he hadn't been asleep at all.

Then he lit the lamp, wrote a personal letter, sealed it with wax, and had it sent to the slaves of Nor.

Chapter 30 Protector of the People

"Sir, there may have been a slight mishap in our plan. While I was respectfully carrying out your instructions, a distinguished gentleman unexpectedly intruded."

"In my ignorance, I cannot determine whether this was a simple accident or some kind of deliberate 'disguise'?"

"Therefore, sir, I humbly request that you accept my offer of a gift!"

Inside the Slave Nor, on the very top floor of a colossal building.

Retro-style carved metal railings stretch along the floor-to-ceiling windows, and outside lies an outdoor swimming pool.

Inside, several very beautiful young ladies and wives were either completely oblivious or deliberately displaying their exquisite bodies.

They want to win the favor of the room's owner so they can have a wonderful night or several nights.

But the family members inside the room seemed completely oblivious to these flamboyant poultry.

He had seen too many women like this; they were nothing more than lusting after his bloodline and wanting more noble offspring.

It's really boring, but I can't refuse.

After all, this was part of aristocratic social life; he needed these things to maintain the loyalty of their family lineage.

He just frowned as he looked at the handwritten letter that had just been delivered to him.

An unexpected benefactor?

How did a nobleman from out of town, alone, end up in our slave city of Nor, and by such a coincidence, happen to be there?

There's nothing logically wrong with the idea that it's about entertainment.

It was the best answer he could give based on his own circumstances.

However, that's only from his perspective that there's no problem.

For the person who orchestrated this plan, his existence was particularly conspicuous and questionable.

After a moment's hesitation, he held up the letter in his hand and said to the butler waiting beside him:

"Hmm, it was the one who wrote this letter, not the one who delivered it. What was his name again?"

"Trumman Barkley, the youngest son of the Barkley family, the tax collector of the outer city of Nor, young master."

He had intended to ask what Barkley's family was, but after thinking about it, he stopped. After all, they were just insignificant minor nobles.

No, calling them minor nobles is an understatement.

Putting everything else aside, any one of those women outside whom he completely ignored could easily make the Barkley family, who are theoretically of the same noble class, disappear.

That so-called purity of nobility, to put it bluntly, is just a buffer zone used to distinguish between commoners and nobles.

They couldn't even wear the title.

After shaking his head, he casually tossed the letter aside and said:

"It doesn't matter. How important can a dignitary be to appear in a place like that? Just let the subordinates handle it. Also, tell them not to bother me with such trivial matters next time!"

The butler bowed his head humbly and then quickly left to deal with this minor incident.

However, after taking only a few steps, he turned back and said:

"One more thing, young master, I would like to remind you that the tribune is about to inspect our area. Therefore, please pause for a moment and inform the people in the outer city to behave accordingly!"

Upon hearing the word "tribunal," the man raised an eyebrow and said:

"Again? What a nuisance. It's the same everywhere, yet they still have to pretend. Don't they find it annoying?"

The butler didn't look up, but simply explained:

"We must maintain appearances, after all, it pleases the Third Divine Mechanism and also demonstrates our nobility as nobles."

This explanation made the man laugh even harder.

"If it weren't for the Third Divine Strategist, none of this would have happened. Ah, how ridiculous. By the way, is the tribunal still Miss Windsor?"

"Yes, the position of tribunal has remained unchanged since Miss Windsor took office."

The man didn't continue the conversation, but instead poured himself a glass of red wine and said:

"How pitiful that the heir of the House of Windsor can only be a tribune whom nobody wants."

The butler whispered a reminder:

"Young Master, that's one of the four pillars."

"So what? A knight without a lord—no, a knight who will never have a lord, even if he is one of the Four Pillars—is the House of Windsor still the original House of Windsor?"

The butler still whispered a reminder:

"But no matter what, it's still one of the four pillars!"

Seeing that his personal butler was so persistent, the man could only go along with it:

"Don't worry, I know, so I'll just say it here. In short, tell the old man that I will handle our respected tribunal well."

At this point, he couldn't help but laugh himself.

"The Four Pillars, the future Duke, has become a tribunal for the people. Humanity's glory is paramount. If it were me, I would definitely commit suicide, let alone the fact that she has become like that!"

Before the butler could ramble on any longer, he waved his hand with a smile and said:

"Don't worry, don't worry, I won't say it anywhere else! But for now, let me laugh for a bit!"

The butler said no more and simply carried out every task assigned to him.

However, before that, he went to see his true master—the current head of the Hudson family.

The old man didn't turn around; he simply leaned back in his chair in the cool-toned room, closing his eyes to rest.

As soon as the butler entered, he said:

"You don't need to say it, I already know all those stupid things you said. You laugh at others but don't even think about who you really are."

The butler bowed his head:

"Young master is just too young."

"I can't believe I gave birth to such a stupid heir. Oh well, I didn't expect anything from him anyway. So, is there anything else?"

The butler produced the document containing the passageway that the man had carelessly tossed aside:

"Personally, I think we need to pay more attention to that important person Barkley mentioned. His appearance was too coincidental!"

But the old man gave the same answer as the man:

"Although I don't think it's my child, on this matter, my answer is the same as his: let the people below handle it themselves."

“I understand your concerns, but you need to know that this matter is too ‘small’. It’s fundamentally not something we should get involved in. If you get too involved, others will find out that something is wrong.”

"So let the subordinates handle it themselves first. That way, even if something unexpected happens, everyone's attention will be on that so-called 'benefactor'."

"Also, stop letting them keep contacting us. Handle every step carefully and don't leave any trace. You handle this personally."

Although they gave the same answer, their reasons were completely different.

The butler was also delighted.

Soon after, the person who delivered the letter received a reply from the butler—no need to overthink it, handle it yourself. Also, do not contact him unless it is absolutely necessary. Further punishment will be severe!

Then, the tax collector, who had been anxiously waiting for a response all night, was summoned into the slave room of Nor.

He met the lord who had entrusted him with this task.

Upon meeting, the other party launched into a tirade:

"You didn't even realize you were being played by a lowly commoner?"

Chapter 31 That's clearly a lowly commoner!

Barkley was completely stunned when he saw Lord Sculptor.

What do you mean I was tricked by a lowly commoner?

"My lord, what do you mean? What do you mean I was tricked by a lowly commoner?"

The person in front of him was Lord Homan, although his genetic purity had not exceeded the threshold of thirty.

However, the other party's genetic purity is also as high as 29.3, only slightly lower.

In addition, he was very popular with his superiors, so he was awarded the title of knight.

At the same time, he also served as the official in charge of the affairs of the slaves, and all matters reported to the slaves from the outer city were handled by him.

This includes the cancellation and establishment of settlements, monthly tax collection, and even the distribution and maintenance of divine instruments—all of these must pass through his hands!

It is a typical example of low position and low weight.

Seeing that Barkley still didn't understand, and remembering how he himself had been severely criticized by his superiors because of Barkley's letter, he immediately slapped him across the face and said:

"Don't you understand yet? That damn noble person you're holding in the palm of your hand is a fake, a lowly commoner in disguise! You idiot, you piece of trash, do you know what a laughing stock you've made me!"

As soon as he received Barkley's letter, he rushed to report the matter.

I thought the worst that could happen was that being careful wouldn't lead to any major mistakes.

The replies above were practically a direct insult directed at him!

Look at what the VIP in the Hudson family said, and there will be even more severe punishment!

I've already fallen behind, and my hopes for the future are probably all gone!

And all of this started because of this bastard who told himself that a noble from out of town had arrived and that their plans might have gone wrong!

Barkley completely stuttered:

"No, no, how could it be fake?"

Lord Xun glared and said:

"Why not?"

Barkley, trembling, pointed to the outer city and said:

"The detector clearly states that it exceeds the limit!"