In the Age of Heroes, I am a background noble

Woo woo woo, the last chapter is gone again. The content was about celebrating the annual meeting, summarizing the work of the year, announcing the marriage, and the night-time baby-making activities. It was the beginning of the second year in the spring. Green had planned to continue staying in the territory, farming and growing up.

Because of the issue of increasing revenue and reducing expenditure, he thought about maintaining the sustainable development of the subhumans, so he planned to organize a team of wolf cavalry to go north to harass the subhumans from time to time and bring back some high-quality subhumans.

But the process was interrupted.

A message came from the capital city, which came from the east. From the roughly triangular area where the continent protruded, there was a request for help from the ancient Principality of Belzec, which was across the sea from Green's territory.

It is said that the ancient Principality of Belzec suffered heavy losses in its fight against the Demon King's army in the East and needs more financial assistance from other countries. This time, they also sent a messenger to say something that can be summed up in two words: money!

The messenger's words were subtle, but the meaning was strong.

If you don’t pay me, I won’t be able to hold on any longer!

When the surrounding countries heard the news, they became uneasy, fearing that this unfortunate country would really die. The ancient Principality of Belzec was essentially a buffer zone between other countries and the demons.

The territory of that demon king was surrounded by Belzegu. Every time he launched a war, it would be limited to a certain area, but it also caused unrest in the Principality of Belzegu.

There are many demon kings in the world, who are almost the actual rulers of the continent. The territory occupied by this race is second only to humans. About 30% of the territory is the territory of the demon kings, and they occupy the best position in the center of the continent.

Occasionally, there are scattered demon kings scattered around the world.

Let's not talk about the Demon King's own spiritual fighting power, but they must have a large number of powerful dependents and legions, as well as many outstanding Demon King army cadres. This makes most countries regard them as a cancer and no one wants to be their neighbor. In this situation, in order to prevent the ancient Principality of Belzec, the surrounding countries will provide a certain amount of aid every year.

As the most powerful country in the northeast of the Alan Continent, the Kingdom of Bema naturally pays the most, and this money will be used as a war aid tax to be distributed among the nobles of all sizes in the kingdom.

The purpose of Green's trip was to participate in this meeting, and then not pay or pay less money under various names. A new border noble like him should have tax reductions or even direct tax exemptions.

As for the secondary purpose, he intended to use this trip to the capital to expand the sales of weapons and develop the business of the caravan.

There are two types of caravans. One is the caravan that belongs entirely to Green and is composed entirely of his own people. The second is the caravan that is selected from the royal capital that is qualified and willing to come, and gives the Medici brand to make them half of his own people.

As for the other things, they are slightly less important. He would say that he wants to buy more stockings to store? Now that there are a little more women, he needs more stockings!

January 3st

Sitting in the fully automatic shockproof carriage towed by Wolf, Green was lying in a thick robe, looking at the ceiling of the carriage. In the carriage were also Freellian who wanted to buy a magic book, Rudeus who wanted to see the royal capital, and Naofumi Iwamine, the leader of the guards.

In addition, there is the somewhat shy but plump little bear-woman Raphtalia, and the serious adult flat-chested female werewolf, Setsuna.

The former is the Shield Hero's attendant, and the latter is Green's maid. Perhaps because they are both demi-humans, the two sit together and hold hands, as if this is the only way to feel at ease.

This was their first time in the human capital. Due to the terrible impression left on them by the Medici barbarians of the Bema Kingdom, the two were now scared to death.

"Is this the royal capital? It's really different from our place." Rudius looked out the window with shining eyes. It wasn't because he thought it was developed. As a time traveler, he had seen a lot. It was mainly because of this strong sense of fantasy and otherworldliness that made him feel very novel.

"Well, it's okay. You'll get used to it after a few times." Green was lying on Frellen's thighs, looking at the sky without any obstruction. Although it was a pity that there was no southern hemisphere to block his sight, the female elf's thighs were really fleshy, and lying on them was more comfortable than imagined.

But there is one difference: when there is no one else around, the Earl likes to lie down, but now that there are outsiders, he has to lie down.

What a pity, aren't female elves well developed? I'm in urgent need of a giant r, bastard!

The Earl thought about it and decided to take his time with this kind of thing. There was plenty of time anyway, and he could look for it slowly later. Besides, what if Fulilian developed again?

Although it is probably impossible, people should always have dreams!

Green took a deep breath and smiled slightly. It felt so good to touch the soft thigh tonight.

"Master Green, you are really..."

Rudius had a strange look on his face. To be honest, he was a little envious. This guy was a role model for our generation!

Grass.

That's right, even though the alliance is only ninety-two or three years old, the souls of these five guys are already several dozen years old. That's like being single for decades, and he still wants to sleep with a beautiful girl, okay?

Sylphy doesn't know what's going on.

As he thought about it, he couldn't help but feel distracted. The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. In order to relieve the pressure, he looked at the scenery of the royal capital.

As the convoy entered the streets of the royal capital, it felt as if they were transported to a dreamlike fantasy world. The broad roads were paved with bluestone, polished by the passage of time, leaving them smooth and full of charm.

Buildings of various styles stand in an orderly arrangement on both sides of the street. Grand stone castles tower majestically, their spires reaching the sky, royal flags fluttering from their ramparts. Ordinary houses, on the other hand, are mostly wooden structures, with red-tiled roofs and windows inlaid with colorful glass.

The streets are lined with shops overflowing with goods, and the cries of merchants rang out. Spice shops were filled with exotic aromas, and jewelry windows shimmered with dazzling lights. Vendors bustled about their stalls, selling fresh fruit, steaming hot baked bread, and exquisite handicrafts.

There was a constant stream of people coming and going. Ordinary people in coarse linen clothes were hurrying to make a living, while wealthy merchants were dressed in gorgeous silks, followed by servants, chatting and laughing.

The patrolling soldiers, dressed in shining armor and holding long spears, walked through the streets in orderly steps. Their serious faces and majestic postures inspired awe.

From time to time, a magnificent carriage would gallop past, its carriages intricately carved and inlaid with gems. The curtains would lift slightly, revealing the noble faces of the nobles within. They looked down upon the people on the street with pride and indifference.

As one of the teams, Green's team also attracted considerable attention in this royal capital with a large number of nobles. The Medici family, as a border earl, also had considerable fame.

The residents of the royal capital who were watching the fun began to discuss the matter.

"How many earl has this been?"

"It seems to be the tenth one. What happened up there?"

"I don't know. As long as there's no tax increase, it's fine. Taxes are already very high these days."

"Damn that brave man with a stick from a while ago? Yeah, he's here to collect some taxes again. What's that called? Forget it, I can't remember."

"Grimm? Does the kingdom have a stick hero?"

The structure of the pointed ears is very helpful in collecting sound. Fulilian tilted her head slightly and listened carefully to confirm that she heard correctly.

"Well, maybe. After all, every few years or ten years, they recruit a group of brave men. Maybe they are from the previous group? Or the group before that? These people either died or joined some families."

Green raised his eyebrows slightly, as if being gently moved by an invisible hand, revealing a somewhat surprised expression, and thought carefully.

By the way, there wasn't a Stick Hero in the previous batch, right? Where did they get it?

He was really not sure. There were no newspapers here to record past news. In addition, the Medici family's accumulation was too shallow, and they didn't know many things.

However, he still kept it in mind. The heroes were probably at least at the tactical level, so it was better to get information about such people in advance.

Chapter 82: Kingdom Conference : The Brave Man Becomes a Disabled Person

The destination of the convoy was an inn in the royal capital that catered exclusively to the nobility. This kind of place not only had better room facilities and environment, but was also safer, with high-quality security personnel. If it were in an ordinary small hotel, it would be possible for thefts to occur.

But it is different in the places where noble lords stay. Ordinary thieves don’t have the courage to cause trouble.

The convoy suddenly stopped halfway through the journey. Green didn't care and continued to lie down. This human pillow was so damn comfortable, and there was a special faint fragrance that he couldn't help but sniff. He felt like a pervert. As a result, the two people opposite him blushed, but Fulilian had a blank expression and didn't take it seriously.

what is this?

Frielian was used to this kind of thing. Last night, she was severely punished by Hercules who pressed her hand against the wall, but she didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

It just hurts a bit because the size isn't right. Green is so rude.

Fulilian felt a little angry when she thought about it, and decided to ignore Green for the time being.

The guards' shouts were heard outside the car window.

"Lord Green!!!"

"There's a beggar blocking the road? We can't drive him away no matter how hard we try!!! Damn, he's so strong! Get out of here, you stinky beggar!"

"Fuck, you guys come together!"

"Are you the enemy? Damn, enemy, hit! Enemy!"

I shouted loudly in confusion, but the convoy still did not move.

The Earl felt puzzled.

WTF?

You need to bother me with such a small matter? Which blind bastard dares to wait, beggar?

Green became alert. The assassination culture in the Middle World was quite strong, and the current scene was a bit like a scene from a cheesy TV drama, with beggars blocking the road, and then eight hundred swordsmen and axemen.

Moreover, no matter how you look at it, he, the Count, is a very important assassination target. As long as he dies, the entire Medici family will collapse without an heir and will no longer be able to protect the huge family business.

Intellectually, he thought it was unlikely that such a thing would happen in the royal capital, but emotionally, he was a little suspicious.

No, what if?

This lord is indeed very powerful, but overly cautious.

And this beggar of yours, aren't you Su Qi'er or Hong Qigong? They've been beating each other for two or three minutes, right? Even an adult man would have been knocked unconscious by the kicks, right?

He was a little wary.

"Everyone, be on guard for Fulilian. Iwamine Naofumi, you two follow me down."

"Hmm? Okay, Lord Green." Naofumi Iwamine's eyes narrowed, and the gems on his arm shield lit up. His ability was most suitable for dealing with emergencies.

"Uh, can you tell me what happened?" Rudius stretched out his hand in confusion, but seemed to have thought of something and shut up. Then he silently picked up the small ruby ​​staff he carried with him.

"do not know."

Green pulled out a broad-bladed sword from the car panel, pulled open the curtain and jumped out. Naofumi Iwamine and Fulilian also came down one after another, and their styles were quite decisive.

"Everyone, get closer! The Earl is here!"

"Yes!"

Hualala! Shaanxi's personal guards rushed towards Earl Jiu, their resistance quite radical, causing panic among the residents. Was something terrible about to happen?

It seems like nothing happened. Is this Count crazy? Why does he always make these noises?

The soldiers patrolling not far away noticed something unusual, ran over, took a look, and then ran back silently. They recognized that the logo on the convoy's flag was that of the Medici family.

Can't be bothered.

How much money a month? Causing trouble to those crazy people in the Northland, and no one's dead yet? What a big deal!

The captain of the team on duty waved his hand and slipped away with a few of his men. He didn't want to get into trouble. If something really went wrong, it wouldn't be something these few soldiers could handle. Someone from the royal family would have to come.

And the Earl was too lazy to care about these little things.

"Flillian, did you hear anything?"

While walking with a knife in hand, Green asked Fulilian who was floating in the air with a staff in hand. The powerful hearing of the female elf can be quite useful sometimes besides eavesdropping on sexual moans.

But the other party did not respond immediately.

The elf floated lightly in the air, a dreamy magical light lingering around her. Her slender figure appeared even more graceful against the backdrop of the light.

She closed her eyes tightly, but her delicate face revealed an expression of immense concentration. A few strands of hair on her forehead fluttered in the wind, as if echoing the power of magic.

"No, I've even used my Malice Sense, and it seems no one has any ill intentions towards you at the moment."

"But it's not ruled out that there's magic that can evade malicious perception. Based on my understanding, it's probably possible, but it would be a bit difficult."

"I see. Then I believe you, Fulilian." Green nodded with satisfaction and continued to hold the broadsword tightly.

Fulilian:?

"Where are the people? Let me see where the beggars are. What kind of beggars can stop you from constantly focusing on grabbing food? You should also train seriously!" Green walked to the front of the convoy while pretending to be dissatisfied and scolded the guards.

Then he saw a bald man wrapped in a tattered robe, with his tendons cut, holding his personal guard tightly.

Seeing their boss approaching, his personal guards were furious. Wouldn't this be ridiculed by their colleagues? So they punched and kicked him even harder.

And this is worse than a beggar who won't let go! Even if he is beaten until he vomits blood.

"Fuck, I'm going to kick you to death, how come you're so resistant to blows?"

"Go away! Didn't I give you the money just now? What the hell are you doing?"

"Fuck! Search him!"

The citizens of the royal capital pointed and talked, feeling dissatisfied at the evil deeds of the Medici barbarians coming from the north, but they did not dare to say anything. Gossiping about ordinary people is not a big problem, but gossiping about great nobles is a big problem, but it is not a big deal as long as no one spreads the word.

But if the real owner heard this, this is not a fair country, the nobles have astonishing power.

"Hey, hey, hey! Stop it, all of you!" Green frowned. Who did they learn how to act like hooligans? Could they please show some courtesy?

You guys have ruined my reputation!

Also, you don’t even have the strength to hit anyone, what the hell are you doing here for nothing?

Use some strength, asshole!

That’s right, what made the Earl most angry was that his people were stopped by beggars.

Forget it.

He shook his head, walked up to the guard with righteous words and kicked him to the ground with a very dissatisfied tone.

"This is the capital. How can you attack beggars in broad daylight? Deduct a week's salary."

What I mean is that if you want to take action, you should choose a time when there are fewer people around?