What's wrong with building a steel torrent in a dungeon?

It's not that Fran looks down on bandits. If she really reaches the point of desperation, Fran can only become a bandit.

It is just because the demon clan has a rule that every lord is not allowed to leave his post without permission, and must defend his fiefdom and the glory of the demon clan with his own life.

If she was discovered to have deserted, Fran would be hunted endlessly, so she had no choice but to bite the bullet and become the lord of Orila City.

The group crossed the vast territory of the Holy Roel Empire and finally arrived at the outskirts of the capital Vienna. After entering a difficult-to-find underground passage, Fran finally arrived at her fiefdom, Orila City. If nothing unexpected happened, the rest of her life would be tied to this dark and barren underground city.

Together.

After walking for a very long time on the winding and complex paths of Orila City, and even asking for help from human adventurers when they got lost, Fran and her group finally arrived at Orila City safely.

From afar, the huge stone wall stood in front of Fran, like a silent and voiceless stone giant.

The walls were covered with various lighting sources, which illuminated the originally dark underground city as if it were daytime. Behind the walls was an endless plain, dotted with villages, small towns and other gathering places of life. Each place only emitted a little weak light, but when added together, it was exceptionally bright.

This is enough to prove how terrifying the number of monsters living in the dungeon is.

In the human world, almost all dungeons were created at the end of the first invasion of the demon world.

The invasion ended with the demons' defeat and escape, but not all of them were lucky enough to escape back to the demon world, and a large number of them were still left in the human world. As a last resort, they had to go into the underground city and unite with the local monsters to fight against the human extermination.

After more than a hundred years of war, most of the underground cities were wiped out by humans. Only a few underground cities like Aurora City still maintained their structure, but after so many generations, the demons inside have basically forgotten the memory of their ancestors. The recognition of the demon world is also very low.

After getting rid of the great enemy, the demons, humans quickly fell apart and broke into many large empires that attacked each other. Naturally, they no longer cared to continue destroying the underground city.

Therefore, these underground cities maintain a dynamic balance with local human forces, competition and cooperation, constraints and transactions.

The same is true for the city of Orila.

This should be a good thing for Fran. After all, she is a human being. If the two sides become incompatible, she will not be able to really pick up the butcher knife and target her own people in the future.

The guards on the stone wall of Orila City saw Fran and her group from afar. After sending out the messenger to confirm their identities, the stone wall instantly became lively, with gongs and drums beating, red flags waving, and crowds of people.

A team of female monsters dressed in cool and beautiful clothes and another team of muscular male monsters lined up in a staggered manner and began to beat drums violently. The sound made the whole city of Orila tremble.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

After a round of war drums, all the drummers and guards bowed to Fran and shouted loudly: "Welcome, Lord City Lord."

Seeing this, Fran took out the letter of commission given to her by the Demon King and handed it to her subordinates.

The subordinate took the letter of appointment and immediately read it out loudly.

"Appointment! Lady Fran is hereby appointed as the mayor of Orila City. This is the date of August 28th, Year 8 of the Ashes Calendar, Demon King Beelzebub of the Ashes Kingdom in the Demon Realm."

After hearing this, the people in the city immediately applauded and welcomed it.

But at this moment, a sharp voice interrupted everyone's applause.

"Mr. Huang has arrived!"

Following the sound, a group of werewolf warriors wearing standard leather armor and holding weapons rushed out. Fran took a quick look and saw that these werewolf warriors were all in high spirits and well-equipped. Just from the looks of it, they were even better than the guards on the walls of Orila City.

In the center of the werewolf team was a luxuriously crafted sedan chair. When the others saw the sedan chair, they acted as if they had seen something extraordinary. They all left Fran, the main character, aside, turned around, bowed and knelt before the sedan chair, and then shouted.

"Good luck to Mr. Huang!"

It goes without saying which one is more noble, Mr. Huang or the city lord.

"This man... is from the largest family in Orila City, the Yellow Wolf Clan." Feuerbach whispered to Fran, "The current clan leader is the fourth oldest in the Yellow Wolf Clan, so he is called the Yellow Fourth Wolf. His businesses are spread all over Orila City."

“Yellow Fourth Wolf…Flan said thoughtfully.

At this time, a fox man dressed as a wizard and a wild boar warrior in heavy armor walked to the front of the sedan chair. The two of them looked arrogant, bowed to Fran and her group, and shouted loudly.

"Mr. Huang is too busy to take care of me, so he specially ordered Hu Wan, the chief butler of the Huang Mansion."

"Huang Mansion's Chief Guard Zhu Chongjiu!"

"Courtesy hat! Welcome, Lord!"

After saying this, the two men opened the sedan chair. There was no one inside, but there was a hat on the table.

Seeing this scene, everyone around burst into laughter, while the person behind Fran turned pale.

"Here comes with ill intentions..." Fran said in a low voice.

"You are the one who came here..." Feuerbach thought for a moment and reminded Fran.

"This is too much!!" Catherine couldn't stand it any longer. She tried to take the arrows from the quiver behind her with her right hand, but she was stopped by Fran.

"Don't get excited. I told you they will definitely give us a warning."

"But this is too much of a show of force..." Catherine said, "Sir, I just checked with my spiritual power. Except for Hu Wan and Zhu Chongjiu who still have some strength, the others are just ordinary warriors of level one or two. With just your order, my arrows can kill anyone present."

"What's the harm if we shoot a few soldiers?"

"Then...are we just going to let it go?"

"That's right." Fran said, "We are weak and outnumbered. It is obviously not a good choice to choose to tear our relationship with the biggest local boss in Orila City at this time. However... just because we let it go now doesn't mean that we will never let it go forever."

"Okay, I believe you, sir!" Catherine put her hand back.

"Then, what should we do now?" asked Feuerbach.

"I still have to put on a show. After all, I want to let Huang Silang know that I am an ordinary lord who can be easily manipulated!" Fran said: "Of course, this may be a bit embarrassing for everyone."

It's okay...we're used to it.

Everyone looked at Fran riding her horse forward with understanding eyes.

Chapter 4: Letter from Beelzebub

Fran came to the sedan chair in a menacing manner.

But her figure was too small to be a deterrent. Instead, the werewolf soldiers saw her coming and took a step forward with their right hands on their weapons. And the fully armed Zhu Chongjiu was like a small mountain, standing in front of Fran.

Under the intimidation of so many strong men, Fran quickly showed her "weak" side. She cursed several times in frustration, but in the end she did not take action and could only leave with her people in disgrace, which caused the audience who came to visit the ceremony to laugh, and the atmosphere was filled with joy for a while.

Not long after, the news that the new city lord Wu Neng Kuang had left in a hurry spread throughout the entire Orila City. Obviously, the local tyrants in Orila City would not miss this good opportunity to promote themselves. With their exaggerated descriptions, the prestige of Fran, the city lord, plummeted.

Catherine and the others were furious when they found out, but Fran, the real owner, didn't care much.

After all, the city lord didn't have much prestige in Orila City. Ordinary people had long since accepted the stereotype that the city lord was a puppet, and they had no loyalty to this "master" who had parachuted in from a distant place. Why get angry over something that didn't exist?

The welcoming ceremony for the new city lord ended in such an unpleasant way.

After the ceremony, Fran, led by several officials, headed towards the City Lord's Mansion.

But when they saw the appearance of the City Lord's Mansion, everyone opened their mouths in surprise.

"This... this is the city lord's mansion?" Feuerbach blurted out.

What a joke!

The ruins are better looking than here.

The outer wall of the City Lord's Mansion was covered with spots and stains. Countless vines and weeds climbed up on it without any scruples. The corners were filled with debris, and an unpleasant smell wafted from the pile of debris.

The wooden door had many holes on it due to decay and disrepair. Through these holes, one could easily see the shabby appearance of the house.

Fran pushed the door open carefully, fearing that she would tear it down if she used too much force.

"This...are we really going to live here?" Catherine covered her nose with her hands and looked at the dusty City Lord's Mansion with some disgust.

"Be patient, this is the only place we can stay right now," said Fran.

"It's okay for me, but you, sir..." Catherine felt a little reluctant, but Fran didn't seem to mind, and took the lead to visit this mansion that belonged to her.

The area covered by the City Lord's Mansion is not small, with more than ten buildings alone. It is quite impressive just by looking at the appearance! Apparently, at some point in ancient times, the City Lord of Orila City still had a great influence.

But now… most of the buildings have fallen into disrepair, and the doors have been boarded up to prevent anyone from accidentally collapsing the buildings. The remaining buildings are basically empty, and all the valuables have been taken away.

The only place that still looked decent was the main building of the City Lord's Mansion. Here, Fran finally found a chair to sit on, although it was covered with thick dust.

"Is this place really habitable?" After looking around, Catherine said helplessly, "Even the poorest orc camp in the Kingdom of Ashes is more prosperous than this place."

The others didn't say anything, but from their eyes and expressions, they very much agreed with what Catherine said.

"I think this place is nice." Fran picked up a large leaf and wiped the chair, then sat down and said, "This City Lord's Mansion is only a few steps away from the most prosperous area of ​​Orila City, but the surrounding environment is quiet, uh, at least it's quiet!"

"Except for being a little shabby." Catherine added from the side.

"It's not a problem that it's dilapidated." Fran said, "If we spend some money to renovate it, it will be revitalized sooner or later! The key is that the location of the City Lord's Mansion cannot be replaced by any amount of money."

"You mean... you want to sell the City Lord's Mansion?" Feuerbach usually manages the accounts for Fran and knows that his master is good at making money from strange places.

"Sell? Are you kidding! Of course we rented it out. This big place is more than enough to turn it into a hundred shops. The annual profit from so many shops is enough for us to survive." Fran said, "How can we do something like killing the goose that lays the golden eggs by selling the house?"

In the previous world, my biggest dream was to become a landlady. Every day, I would urge the rent. If I was in a good mood, I would urge once every three days. If I was in a bad mood, I would urge three times a day. If I saw a pretty tenant, I would force myself to go over and show concern for her.

Didn't I expect that in this dark underground city, I would realize the ideal that I hadn't realized in my previous life?

Just as Fran was imagining her future as a landlady, a loud bang was heard at the gate of the City Lord's Mansion.

Boom!

Boom!

"What happened? Everyone alert!"

Catherine's pupils shrank slightly, and she immediately drew her bow and arrow, ready to attack. She was not only Fran's personal maid, but also her chief guard, so she would react immediately to any disturbance.

After hearing this, the other guards drew their weapons and took defensive stances, staring motionlessly at the place where the loud noise came from.

Not long after, a warrior wearing a cloak and a hood crawled out from a pile of wood debris in a panic.

"Who is coming!" Catherine aimed her arrow at the man's head.

"Ahem, I am the messenger of Lord Beelzebub..." The warrior raised his hands quickly. She took off her hood, and Fran immediately recognized that she was a female vampire warrior! And she was a vampire with white hair and red eyes! You know, white hair and red eyes are the symbols of Beelzebub's relatives, no other than that.

"It turns out to be the Demon King's messenger." Fran immediately asked everyone to put down their weapons.

"I just pushed the door, and it fell apart..." The vampire girl was at a loss.

Let's not talk about the door for now...I wonder if Lord Beelzebub has something to say?" Fran asked.

"It's like this... This is a letter from the master." The vampire girl pulled out a letter from the deep abyss in her chest and presented it respectfully.

Hey!! Where did you put the letter?

And took it out of there right in front of me!!

Who are you looking down on? You vampires are the ones showing off your big breasts!

Fran cursed in her heart.

My heart is my eternal pain, no matter in this life or the last.

Of course, on the surface, Fran remained amiable and did not show any sign of being upset. She took the letter and began to read it.

Dear Lord of the Kingdom of Ashes_(Flan's name is filled in here):

See the word as the face.

In order to improve the overall competitiveness of the Kingdom of Ashes and get rid of the title of being the last of the nine kingdoms in the demon world, this demon king has decided to announce a major reform!

Tsk, another reform, I don't know how many times it has been changed. Fran thought with disdain in her heart, and then continued to read.

Of course, I think you must be feeling disdainful in your heart, but it doesn’t matter! Because after listening to my measures, you will definitely think that this reform can be successful.

I have decided that starting from this year, all the lords of the Kingdom of Ashes will be assessed every three years. The main focus will be on the lords' control over their fiefdoms, the taxes they receive, and the number of their troops. The top few will be given the title of the strongest lord, and will be given a certain amount of reward.

All rewards are based on results, which is very fair, just and open.

Fairness is bullshit! Fran couldn't help but curse

Each lord has different strengths, and the size and richness of their fiefs vary greatly! How can it be fair to compare a lord whose fiefdom produces grain, salt and iron with a lord who has been banished to a deserted island?

Could it be that Beelzebub has lost his mind? Could it be that he has not even thought of the simplest fact?

There should be some subsidies for those lords whose territories are poor. Otherwise it would be too unfair.

With this feeling, Fran continued to watch...

Seeing this, some lords may curse and shout that it is unfair! It is true that some lords' fiefs are naturally poorer than others, but this should not be a reason for them to be worse than others!

As a glorious demon lord, especially a glorious lord of the Kingdom of Ashes, we should face the challenges head-on instead of complaining in private!

So, come on, lords! Charge towards the title of the strongest lord of the Kingdom of Ashes!

Sure enough, apart from some chicken soup that even dogs wouldn't drink, there were no measures related to fairness.

Seeing this, Fran felt dizzy.

This is indeed something that Beelzebub, the devil who does things without thinking, could do.