Dungeons & Dragons: I was kicked out of the team by Brave

As Clintina sat at one end of the rectangular table, everyone who had been waiting early also sat down.

Nehcha sat respectfully in the third seat to Clindina's left without any thought of overstepping.

Veroca was pinned down next to Clintina by Richard, and everyone looked at her with different eyes.

As a civilian girl, this kind of scene is really too exciting for her.

Richard cast a long-lasting calming spell on Veroka, and Veroka slowly calmed down.

Veroka muttered the formula that Richard taught her.

"Big radish, they are all big radish, don't be afraid. Oh, but I hate big radish, I don't like big radish, I never eat big radish."

Just when Veroca's panic was about to break through the calming spell, Clindina stretched out her hand from under the tablecloth and held Veroca's left hand tightly.

For some reason, Veroca suddenly wasn't nervous at all.

Richard stood next to Clintina like a qualified bodyguard, silently closing his eyes and concentrating, which made all the participants feel uneasy.

Except for Nehecha, who had made it clear that he wanted to rebel, the remaining locals in Binglin Valley were more or less in awe of the Duke's Palace.

After everyone was seated, Richard opened his eyes and revealed his nakedness.

As the host of this meeting, Fite said in a routine: "Everyone, this municipal meeting is initiated by Miss Clindina, the first heir of Midden. To make a long story short, there is only one topic in this meeting, which is about the high status of Binglin Valley. An unbeatable tax rate.”

Before Feite finished speaking, the entire council hall immediately fell into a small commotion.

Although I was mentally prepared in advance, I didn't expect Fite to say it so directly.

High tax rates have become a tacit topic in Binglin Valley. No one expected that the Duke's Palace would move so quickly this time.

Fite shouted: "Quiet."

No one paid attention to him, everyone seemed a little restless.

The ones who moved the most were naturally the conservative nobles. They looked at each other and saw each other's guilt and panic.

"Quiet!" Enoch slammed his fist on the table and shouted in a loud voice, "Do you still have the courtesy to be so rude in front of Miss Clintina? If anyone dares to bark like a dog and challenge me, I'll beat him Even your grandma doesn’t know me.”

The noisy debate gradually subsided, and everyone looked directly at Clintina, waiting for her further announcement.

Clintina took out a piece of parchment that was almost one meter long, looked at the densely packed small words on it, and was silent for a while.

It was obvious that the participants in the audience were silent for a while, and many people covered their heads and began to have headaches.

This is too long. What bastard prepared it for Miss Clintina?

Needless to say, this style can only be ruled by Fit.

Many murderous eyes pierced Feite, and Feite suddenly felt like a light on his back.

Clintina thought for a moment, then silently rolled up the parchment in front of everyone, and stuffed it into Richard's face as if nothing had happened.

Everyone immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and their favorability towards Clintina gradually increased.

Clindina cleared her throat and said: "Hey, everyone, the topic this time is very simple, that is, lowering tax rates..."

"Only a ghost can believe that your Duke's Palace can suddenly become benevolent." A strong man with thick limbs and wearing only an animal skin skirt interrupted, "The tax rate issue has been raised every year and has not been changed every year, and now it is being raised with great fanfare. Did you call us all here just to witness your appearance as the heir to Middenland?"

Clintina raised her eyebrows and said, "I haven't finished speaking yet. Mr. Kliman of the Rock School, you are very rude."

"I won't listen anymore. It's all nonsense from the nobles anyway." Kliman suddenly stood up and planned to leave the table.

Richard looked at him and said softly: "Mr. Kliman, according to the rules of the Midden Territory, since the meeting has begun, you can only leave at the end."

Kliman said in a rough voice: "I'm leaving today, what can you do to me, kid."

Richard didn't say anything else, but dropped a few rings on the table - relics belonging to Sauron's assassin last night.

A Sauron Assassin Master sitting at the end of the long table was slightly startled when he saw the ring, and then stood up with understanding.

After a flash, his dagger was pressed against Kliman's neck.

Sauron Assassin said calmly: "Brother Kliman, our Winter Holy Land is also under the Midden Territory. It is necessary to be polite to Anjia. Please sit down. There will be a time as suggested by you later."

"I understand, put your dagger away." Kliman's face froze, obviously not expecting that the master assassin of the Sauron school would personally take action, and he sat down honestly.

The rings on the long table also disappeared in the next moment. The master assassin leaned over to salute Richard again, and then sat back in his seat.

The entire council chamber immediately became silent.

Chapter 3 Mr. Richard, it seems that there will be blood in Binglin Valley.

The Master Assassin of the Sauron School is almost the one with the highest status, the strongest strength, and the oldest qualifications among the people coming to the Winter Holy Land this time. In a sense, he can fully represent the entire Winter Holy Land.

The Rock School to which Kliman belongs is a small branch of the Winter Holy Land. It still needs to remain in awe when facing figures like Sauron's Master Assassin.

Furthermore, although Master Assassin Sauron has gradually faded out of the public eye, his fierce performance in his youth has made everyone in the Silver Moon Empire feel insecure, and he can be regarded as the most powerful ones in the entire Silver Moon Land. One of the assassins.

Moreover, Sauron School, as the highest-level training base for assassin apprentices, has a large number of high-level terrifying assassins, making it one of the most powerful organizations in the Winter Holy Land.

So no one wants to make enemies with such an assassin leader.

Moreover, the presence of the Master Assassin, who had long been out of touch with worldly affairs, in person at this meeting was a meaningful signal.

This shows that in the face of the arrival of Miss Clintina, this famous assassin master has to put down his stature and aloofness and show that he belongs to the Midden Territory and obeys the jurisdiction of the An family.

After all, the Midden Territory is the Midden Territory of Anjia. No matter how powerful the Winter Holy Land is, no matter how neutral it is, it must be "neutral" loyal to Nanalia.

Seeing the respect that Sauron Master Assassin showed to Clindina and Richard, everyone on the scene had different thoughts.

But at least no one dares to talk nonsense anymore.

Richard nodded slightly, expressing satisfaction.

Judging from the actions of this master assassin, it seems that the Winter Holy Land has no intention of rebellion. They are still content to be a teaching institution rather than participating in the competition for power.

In this dispute in Ice Valley, the best outcome would be to take out Winter Holy Land, a special organization with many powerful people.

Nehecha on the side was still thinking about the missing rings, and his expression changed slightly.

He took a deep breath, stabilized his emotions, and calmly responded to Richard's look, but the vigilance in his heart had reached its limit.

The close minister who could be chosen by Nunalia was indeed not that easy to deal with. His decision to assassinate him last night was too reckless.

Nehecha glanced at Clindina again and felt sincerely troubled.

Although the first heir of the Midden Territory was rumored to have average abilities, her very existence was a huge threat.

The only heir in the past 800 years who has pure blood and can use the An family bloodline spell has a feeling of invulnerability.

The most important thing is that she is not stupid at all, and her behavior when facing the nobles is far better than expected.

For someone like Clintina, whose status was so high that there were only a few in the entire empire, she didn't actually need to have outstanding abilities.

A strong family background allows her to have many possibilities for trial and error, and the most important thing is that she unconditionally trusts Richard, an "outsider" with a registered permanent residence in the capital, Dellan!

The most taboo thing for a monarch is to be full of suspicion, and the most taboo for powerful ministers is to be arbitrary and authoritarian.

But the combination of Clintina and Richard completely circumvented this kind of intrigue that is common in any court.

Clintina has full trust in Richard and will never be jealous of Richard over her own abilities. She really listens to what Richard says and there is no point in trying to sow discord.

Richard has no usurping mentality at all. As a mage, he is really not greedy for power - the most important thing is that Nunalia is so great, why should he rebel!

So under the influence of various factors, Richard, the powerful official of Midden Territory, was born.

Without any worries, Richard, who could unify the resources of the entire Midden Territory, almost became a monster incarnated with power.

But... you are not invincible, Mr. Richard.

Nehecha suddenly returned Richard's steady and confident smile.

Richard was not surprised by this.

If Nehecha would be frightened by such a small problem, then it wasn't worth taking action personally.

"Very good, it seems that everyone can listen to what I have to say for the time being." Clindina skipped the farce and returned to the topic, "I plan to implement a three-year tax exemption bill for Binglin Valley, and the surrounding areas will also in this way."

The already quiet environment in the entire parliament hall immediately became even quieter.

Even the sound of breathing was suspended, as if time stopped passing in an instant.

Clintina looked at the stunned crowd and added: "I've finished speaking. Now I invite you to express your opinions. You can raise any opinions. I am not overbearing."

"What!" Nehecha finally lost his composure. He could feel his hands trembling. "Miss Clintina, can you please repeat what you just said?"

Clintina briefly reiterated: "Tax-free."

"This is so ridiculous!" At this time, a nobleman who was about to be buried took his last breath, stood up on crutches, and suddenly roared, "There has never been such a precedent, this kind of behavior is really too childish! I disagree!"

Clintina said unhappily: "Then Count Maloof, please tell me your opinion. I know that it is a clown's behavior to object without putting forward constructive suggestions."

"Do you know the significance of the Ice Valley to Midden Territory, Miss Clindina?" Count Maloof said in an old tone, "As the deputy capital of Midden Territory, Ice Ridge Valley's income is second only to Warm Winter City!"

Clindina knocked on the table: "You don't need to remind me. I know better than you. Does this conflict with tax exemption?"

"Conflict? Of course there is! You are still young, and you only want quick success, and I can understand that. But I'm afraid you don't know how big the entire Binglin Valley area is!" Malouf said excitedly, "The main city of Binglin Valley includes the main city of Binglin Valley. The area of ​​the secondary towns, villages and forest farms under its jurisdiction is almost the same as that of Nordland!"

"The tax exemption for the entire Binglin Valley jurisdiction is equivalent to a quarter of the income of the entire Midden Territory. Do you know what this concept is?"

Clindina said casually: "The concept is that Miden's income plummeted by a quarter."

Maloof said strongly: "Absurd! This means that our pioneer organization cannot update equipment in time, extreme weather subsidies for rangers have been released, the repair funding for the Winter Holy Land has been halved, and even the food and salary of the five legions have been cut off. for!"

Faced with Malouf's fierce opposition, Clindina was stunned for a moment, and then thought about it, and it seemed that this was indeed the case.

Clindina, who was not good at arguing, knew that her brain probably couldn't handle it, so she looked at Richard and chose to call in foreign aid.

Richard understood and directly attacked: "Count Maloof, please don't be so excited. You are so old and you are prone to sudden death."

"You, you kid, are you insulting me?" Maloof's eyes widened. "How dare you, a commoner, offend an earl like this! Guards, drag him out!"

Of course no one paid attention to his whimsical ideas.

The guard looked at his nose with his eyes, his nose at his mouth, and his mouth at his heart, but he didn't move at all.

Richard continued: "Also, it seems that Count Maloof, pioneers, rangers, and legions don't need you to worry about at all, right? This is an organization directly affiliated with Lady Nunalia."

Malouf immediately regained his composure after hearing such a pointed and sharp accusation, and finally put on a qualified veteran attitude and said smoothly: "As a Middenian, I should care about these organizations that protect our country and protect our country. Nothing wrong, right? Don’t I even have the power to fight for their interests!”

"Malov, of course you don't have this power. This is not your concern!"

Richard did not give Malouf any chance to fool him. He sneered: "The rights and interests of these organizations are protected by Lady Nunalia and have nothing to do with ordinary nobles. The tax exemption bill of Binglin Valley will not affect any of their rights." Benefit!"

"How do you guarantee that?"

"You have crossed the line again. Do you want to rebel? Malouf, you are not qualified to interfere with these secrets!"